(on going)
"J-Jeon... w-what are you doing?" she stuttered, her fingers gripping the hem of her nightdress.
Jungkook smirked, his lips still dangerously close to her skin. "What does it look like, baby girl?"
Y/N pouted, her face turning completely...
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Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and today is my wedding day. I stand in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection.
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( Y/N 's outfit)
The heavy bridal gown wraps around me like a dream, its intricate embroidery catching the soft glow of the lights. My fingers tremble as I clutch the edge of the vanity.
' Calm down, Y/N. ' ' Don't be nervous. ' ' You are fine. ' ' It's okay. '
But it's not okay. It's not fine. My heart pounds against my ribcage, my palms are clammy, and a thousand emotions swirl inside me. The nervousness is suffocating.
A soft knock at the door makes me turn. A moment later, Sara and Amma step inside, their faces glowing with happiness. Amma's eyes shine with unshed tears as she takes my hands into hers.
"Oh, my sweet girl... My darling," she whispers, her voice trembling. "I can't believe my Y/N is getting married."
I can see how hard she's trying to hold back her tears-she knows how emotional I am. If she cries, I'll break down too.
"No, Amma, please don't cry," I plead, forcing a smile despite the lump in my throat. "If you cry, I won't get married."
She laughs softly and wipes her tears. "Okay, okay, I won't cry."
Sara, who had been silently watching us, suddenly spoke up, her voice filled with excitement.
"Alright, enough with the tears! Cheer up, Aunty! Today is our Y/Nnie's wedding day!" She winks at me, and Amma chuckles.
I shake my head at her antics, but my heart feels lighter.
Just then, the door swings open again, and Oppa strides in, his eyes sparkling with pride.
