From Reluctance to Desire: A Mafia Story [JJK]

✨UNSPOKEN WEDDING SECRETS✨

                     [Y/N OUTFIT]

The wedding preparations had reached their final crescendo, and the day arrived with a palpable air of anxious anticipation. Y/N spent her last moments of freedom surrounded by her family and closest friends, their laughter and conversations tinged with an unspoken bittersweetness. Every hug felt heavier, every smile carrying the weight of what was to come.

As she stood before the mirror, her reflection stared back—a vision of grace wrapped in layers of silk and lace, though beneath the elegance, a storm of fear brewed in her eyes. Her thoughts wandered, racing toward the unknown future that awaited her with Jungkook—a future she was not sure she wanted.

The door creaked open softly, and her mother entered, her gaze warm and understanding as it lingered on her daughter's fragile state.

"You look breathtaking," her mother whispered, her voice a soothing balm against Y/N's rising panic.

Y/N's heart clenched, her voice barely holding as she responded, "Mom... I don't want to marry him. I hate him. What if he hurts me?" Her words trembled, revealing the depth of her fear.

Her mother's eyes never wavered, full of quiet strength. She stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on Y/N's shoulder, the touch firm yet comforting. "He will never hurt you," her mother assured softly. "And he'll never let anyone else, either."

For a moment, Y/N searched her mother's face, hoping to find certainty that felt as solid as the words she spoke. But all she could manage was a sigh, the weight of the decision pressing down as her mother continued, "Don't worry, darling. Now, come on... it's time."

With one last glance at the reflection that no longer felt like her own, Y/N inhaled deeply, bracing herself for the moment when everything would change.

At the grand wedding hall, Jungkook stood at the altar, his posture poised, his expression unreadable—cool detachment masking the swirling emotions beneath. The room was filled with the soft murmurs of guests, but all he could hear was the faint echo of his heartbeat as he waited for Y/N.

When she finally appeared at the entrance, walking down the aisle arm-in-arm with her father, her steps were hesitant, betraying her nerves. The weight of her gown seemed nothing compared to the weight of the moment pressing down on her chest. Each step felt heavier, her pulse quickening with every inch that closed the distance between her and Jungkook.

Standing across from him, her eyes flickered briefly to his face. His gaze remained fixed forward, impassive as if the gravity of the occasion barely touched him. Her heart thundered in contrast, an erratic rhythm as the ceremony began.

The priest's voice cut through the thick tension in the air.

"Do you, Jeon Jungkook, take Kim Y/N as your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?"