Magical Love

Magical 1

The scent of jasmine and lilies filled the air, a heady perfume promising a day of love and celebration. Seokjin inhaled deeply, the familiar aroma a soothing balm to his nerves. Today was another wedding, another happy ending for a couple He'd come to know intimately over the past few months. As the lead wedding planner at 'Everlasting Love', this was his world—a realm of white dresses, sparkling tiaras, and heartfelt vows.

"What a beautiful day,"

Adjusting the pristine white sash around his waist, Seokjin gave a final glance in the mirror. He was the epitome of elegance, his dark hair styled in a sophisticated up done. But beneath the polished exterior, a pang of loneliness tugged at his heart. At twenty-nine, He'd been a groomsman more times than he could count.

A gentle knock interrupted his thoughts. "Jinnie, are you ready?" Jimin, his best friend and co-worker, burst into the room, a whirlwind of energy. "You look stunning, as always!"

Seokjin managed a smile. "Thanks, Jiminie. Let's do this."

As they stepped out of the bridal suite, the grandeur of the wedding hall unfolded before them.

"Another wedding, another happy ending."

Crystal chandeliers cast a magical glow on the room, transforming it into a fairy tale setting. Guests were already arriving, their faces a mixture of anticipation and joy. Seokjin felt a surge of satisfaction. Another couple was about to embark on their happily ever after.

Meanwhile, in a trendy loft apartment on the other side of the city, Jeon Jungkook groaned as the harsh morning light pierced through his eyelids. "Another day, another waste of a lifetime. Or, more accurately, another wedding, another nightmare." As a renowned photographer specializing in capturing love stories, he'd seen more weddings than he could count. And each one was a stark reminder of his own aversion to commitment.

He swung his legs over the bed and stumbled to the bathroom, the morning after a particularly wild night leaving him feeling like a deflated balloon. A quick cold shower later, he was halfway to being human again.

"Hyung, you up?" Hobeom, his ever-patient assistant, called from the kitchen. The aroma of coffee filled the air, a welcome respite from the hangover fog.

Jungkook pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, his usual uniform for a day of shooting. "Yeah, I'm coming," he grumbled, padding into the kitchen.

Hobeom handed him a steaming mug of coffee. "You look like you got hit by a truck."

Jungkook managed a weak grin. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

He glanced at the day's schedule. Another wedding. Great. He sighed, already dreading the forced smiles and saccharine sweetness that would inevitably follow.

"Another wedding, another stupid man falls into a nightmare."

The wedding was a symphony of white and gold, a fragrant tapestry woven with love and laughter. Guests beamed with joy, their faces a mosaic of happiness. The groom stood at the altar, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. Seokjin, in a sea foam green beautiful groom dress that complimented his complexion, felt a familiar pang of longing. He walked down the aisle, his mind adrift in a fantasy while he was the groom, and a handsome prince awaited him at the altar.

Lost in his reverie, He failed to notice the uneven wooden floor. With a sharp intake of breath, Seokjin stumbled, his toe colliding painfully with the hardwood. A yelp escaped his lips, echoing through the otherwise serene ceremony. The entire room seemed to freeze, the soft music fading into an awkward silence.