And the next day the real torture starts for jungkook.
Firstly, His peaceful sleep was shattered at the crack of dawn by a group of loud, overly cheerful villagers. Half-awake and utterly annoyed, Jungkook found himself being dragged into a bizarre ritual where they quite literally marinated him-slathering him in oils and powders as if he were a chicken being prepped for roasting. His frustration simmered beneath his forced politeness.
Then came the freezing cold bath. Before he could even properly protest, Jungkook was whisked away to the nearby stream and forced to bathe in the ice-cold water. The chill hit him like a slap, sending shivers through his body.
Beside him stood Eric, nervously fidgeting with a constipated smile plastered on his face, knowing all too well how enraged his boss must be. Jungkook's sharp glare could have melted steel, but instead, it just made Eric swallow hard, doing his best not to let his own nerves show.
"Don't even say a word," Jungkook muttered through gritted teeth, shivering as he endured the morning ordeal.
As Jungkook stood there, dripping from the cold stream, his irritation slowly subsided when he noticed the villagers around him staring in awe. Their eyes widened, and they whispered among themselves, clearly mesmerized by the sight of him.
"He looks like a prince," one older woman murmured, her voice filled with admiration.
"Such fair skin! I've never seen anyone like him before," another added, nudging her friend.
"Is he really the groom? Our little mute boy is marrying him?" a young man whispered, disbelief evident in his tone.
Jungkook, hearing every word, tried to suppress an eye roll. He wasn't interested in their chatter, but it was hard to ignore the constant murmurs around him.
"Look at his clothes, so fine... and his hair! City people really are different," an older man remarked, his voice barely hiding his amazement.
"he's so lucky to marry someone like that. He could have chosen anyone!" a woman said, almost enviously.
Jungkook was overhearing the conversations, he couldn't help but roll his eyes, though he kept his expression neutral. Jungkook sighed internally, forcing a small, polite smile, though his mind was screaming in frustration. Lucky? If only they knew how he truly felt about all of this.
As the sun set, casting an orange glow over the village, the real wedding rituals began. Jungkook reluctantly put on the traditional wedding attire. Though the outfit was elegant, it felt uncomfortable and unfamiliar to him. He adjusted the heavy fabric, feeling a mix of irritation and unease.
Even though Jungkook didn't want to wear it, he looked impressive in the richly embroidered clothes. The deep green and blue of the outfit contrasted with his sharp features, and the shine of the accessories gave him a regal look. Despite hating every moment, he looked exactly like the prince the villagers whispered about.
Eric was standing nearby, admired his boss nervously but couldn't help but comment. "Boss
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