From Reluctance to Desire: A Mafia Story [JJK]

✨UNSPOKEN WEDDING SECRETS✨

[Y/N WEDDING DRESS]

The wedding preparations had been a whirlwind of decisions I had no say in, leading up to a moment I never wanted. And now, as I stood in front of the mirror, draped in silk and lace, I felt like a stranger to my own reflection.

I looked... beautiful. But it wasn't me.

It was the version of me that belonged to someone else.

My heart pounded against my ribs as the reality of it settled. In just a few moments, I would be Kim Y/N no more.

A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. My mother stepped inside, her eyes warm but unreadable.

"You look breathtaking," she murmured.

I swallowed hard, my hands gripping the edges of my dress. "Mom... I don't want to do this. I hate him. What if he hurts me?" My voice trembled despite my efforts to sound strong.

She stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "He will never hurt you," my mother assured softly. "And he'll never let anyone else, either."

Her words did little to soothe me. My father was the one forcing this. He had never cared about me—not in the way a parent should. To him, I was a problem to be dealt with, a burden he could rid himself of through this marriage.

And Jungkook? He wanted this just as little as I did.

I sucked in a shaky breath as my mother took my hand.

"Come on, darling. It's time.". 

The grand doors swung open, and suddenly, hundreds of eyes were on me. I gripped my father's arm, though it wasn't for comfort. He barely acknowledged me, walking with the same indifference he had always shown me. My pulse hammered as I lifted my gaze to the altar, where Jungkook stood.

And that's when I saw him.

Dressed in a sharp black suit, standing tall and poised—he looked like something out of a dream. The expensive fabric hugged his frame perfectly, highlighting every sharp line of his build. His dark hair was styled effortlessly, framing his face in a way that only seemed to enhance his striking features. Under the warm glow of the chandeliers, his skin looked smooth, flawless, like he belonged to an entirely different world.

So Freaking Handsome.

The word flashed through my mind before I could stop it.

My breath hitched slightly. My heart stuttered—just for a second. And then I snapped out of it.

What the hell am I thinking? This was Jeon Jungkook. A man I didn't even like. A man I was being forced to marry.

I tore my eyes away, forcing myself to focus on anything else as I took another slow step forward. Except—he was still staring at me.