Jimin and Hannah are Rival's but Ceo's, They hate eachother and never seems to act nicely around each-other...but their companies are next to each other because of their parents. Their parents have a nice bond as they were friends since childhood bu...
As I stood beside my dad, the soft rustle of the wedding gown brushing against the polished floor echoed in the grand hall. The scent of fresh flowers and the muted chatter of guests filled the air, but my heart was racing for an entirely different reason.
This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, yet here I was, preparing to marry my greatest rival: Jimin. For years, we had fought tooth and nail in the boardroom, each trying to outsmart the other, our rivalry fueled by competition and ambition. And now, with a mere stroke of their pens, our parents had decided to merge our futures in a way neither of us could have anticipated.
I glanced at Jimin, standing at the altar, his expression a mix of amusement and disbelief. He caught my eye, and I could see a flicker of defiance in his gaze—like he was silently daring me to challenge this absurd situation.
"Ready?" my dad asked, giving my arm a reassuring squeeze. I forced a smile, but inside, I was a whirlwind of emotions.
"Let's get this over with," I murmured, half-joking but mostly serious. I took a deep breath, steadying myself as the music swelled.
With every step I took, I felt the weight of our rivalry transform into something different, something unfamiliar. As I reached the altar, Jimin and I exchanged a look that spoke volumes—a mix of irritation and intrigue. This was not how I imagined my wedding day, but perhaps it was time to rethink everything I thought I knew about him... and us.
The ceremony unfolded in a blur, the officiant's words drifting in and out of focus. I could hear the rustle of programs being fanned in the audience, feel the curious gazes of family and friends, but all I could think about was Jimin standing just a few feet away. His suit was impeccably tailored, as always, but there was something in his expression that caught me off guard—a flicker of vulnerability beneath that confident facade.
"Do you, Hannah, take Jimin to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the officiant asked, his voice steady.
I hesitated. My heart raced as I looked at Jimin, his dark eyes watching me intently. I could see the challenge in them, the unspoken question: Would I go along with this?
"I do," I finally replied, the words escaping before I could fully process them.
"Do you, Jimin, take Hannah to be your lawfully wedded wife?" the officiant continued, and my stomach churned as I anticipated his answer.
"I do," he said, and I noticed a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. It was as if he found some amusement in the absurdity of it all, and for a brief moment, I couldn't help but chuckle despite myself.
As we exchanged rings, I felt the cool metal sliding onto my finger—a symbol of our union, but also a reminder of our ongoing battle. When it was time for the vows, I could feel the tension in the air, a palpable electricity buzzing between us.
"Today, we're not just rivals," I began, glancing at Jimin, "but partners in whatever madness this is." I could hear soft laughter from the guests, and a hint of surprise flickered across Jimin's face.
He stepped forward, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I promise to outsmart you at every turn... unless it benefits our business." The audience erupted in laughter, and even I couldn't help but smile.
"Fair enough," I replied, leaning in slightly, a competitive spark igniting between us. "But don't expect me to go easy on you just because we're married."
As the officiant pronounced us husband and wife, the room filled with applause, but inside, I felt a shift—a recognition that perhaps this rivalry could lead to something unexpected.
"Now, you may kiss the bride," the officiant declared, his voice booming with warmth.
In that moment, Jimin hesitated for just a second, and I could see the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. Then, as if deciding to embrace the absurdity of it all, he leaned in, his hand gently cupping my cheek.
His lips brushed against mine in a soft, tentative kiss—fleeting yet electrifying. A wave of surprise washed over me, followed by a rush of warmth. The audience erupted in cheers, but all I could focus on was the way Jimin pulled back slightly, his expression a mix of satisfaction and amusement.
We turned to face our guests, still reeling from that brief connection. I caught his gaze again, a smirk returning as he raised an eyebrow. Maybe this wasn't just about rivalry after all.
As we made our way down the aisle together, hand in hand, anticipation danced in the air. Our lives had just become intertwined in a way neither of us had planned, and the future loomed ahead, ripe with possibilities. Rivalry had brought us here, but that soft kiss hinted at something more—an unexpected beginning in this tangled journey together.
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