𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

34.

It was the wedding day and Y/n was given her outfit which was obviously Jungkook's choice. He had especially ordered a Red Chiffon Saree to be hand made for his wife and she was not honestly surprised.

She was the most renowed Mafia's wife—of course she should look the most expensive and elegant of all the people around her even if she didn't have a say in this.

"Am I really going to wear this Jungkook? I haven't even seen something like this ever in my life—"

Seeing the saree she didn't know how to feel like it was so glamorous but at the same time a little too intimidating for her to wear it.

"I don't even know if i'll look good in this-what if I didn't—"

He clears his throat before telling her to shut up her anxiety in a very polite way for the start. She looks at him under peer pressure inflating her cheeks making him laugh out loud at her childish behaviour.

"It's not funny you insolent bastard,stop making fun of me—"

Coming close to her,he just tangles his long slender fingers with rings over them inside her locks—being gentle enough to calm her down.

"You'll look amazing in this—absolutely stunning okay? You'll make it work"

"But how?"

"I don't know about that but I just know that you would somehow because—you're Jeon Jungkook's wife"

He's so cringe. Oh god such a boomer.

"You may think i'm being cringe but remember—you've to live up to my reputation in front of everyone—you've to stand beside me so you'll have to make it work no matter what"

Before he moves away from her not making it clear that whether her down or made her even more nervous.

But she was a little raged up that she'll wear the saree and make herself look beautiful in it though Jungkook already knew that she would no matter in anyway she'll wear it.

"Okay—get out now I gotta get ready"

Starting to tie up her hair to start doing her makeup—she sees Jungkook just casually taking a seat on the couch making her give pass him a annoyed glare.

"We're not going to watch a movie Jungkook—get up and leave"

"What? I can't even watch my wife now?"

"Jeon Jungkook! On the name of holy God I swear—"

And the room was empty in like 3 seconds max after she threatens him.

"Idiot"

She whispers in annoyance starting to get ready seeing that she didn't have much time left at all.

Sometime after:

Jungkook just quietly waits downstairs in a white Kurta and shalwar which was men's theme of dresscode. He peeks at his men who had their heads bowed down and he smirks,hearing the footsteps above the staircase that headed down to where he was standing and his eyes ponder up.

There she came—glowing under the dim lights, wearing that mesmerizing red saree that clings to her every curve like it was made just for her. I can't tear my eyes away-she's beyond beautiful, she's breathtaking.

The saree, deep as a rose in full bloom, wraps around her like a whispered secret, delicate and fierce at the same time, just like her. The fabric flows behind her like a trail of passion, and I swear, I can feel my heart racing just watching her.