The garden was a vision of lush greenery and creamy white decorations, a dream-like setting for a wedding that would be remembered for ages. Delicate petals carpeted the ground.
Under the soft afternoon sun, the guests were already gathered, their eyes sparkling with joy as they waited for the ceremony to begin. Mr. and Mrs. Kim were practically glowing, their smiles so wide they threatened to split their faces. Mr. Kim kept pulling out tissues to dab at his eyes, muttering about how he was "not crying, just... emotional," while Mrs. Kim bounced on her heels, unable to contain her happiness.
But stealing the spotlight was Mr. Jeon, who stood near the entrance with a megaphone in hand. “Attention, everyone! This is the wedding of the century, and I expect nothing less than perfection!” he declared, waving his free hand dramatically like a conductor at a concert.
Mrs. Kim rolled her eyes with a fond smile. “Oppa, can you at least let the actual wedding coordinator do their job?”
Mr. Jeon turned to her, pretending to be offended. “Excuse me, sister-in-law, I’ve been training for this moment my whole life! I’m merely ensuring that my precious boy’s special day goes off without a hitch!”
Mrs. Kim shook her head, laughing. “Fine, fine. Just don’t scare the guests with your theatrics.”
Mr. Jeon gave her a mischievous grin, striking a dramatic pose. “Scare them? I’m merely adding flavor to this event!”
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Inside the bridal tent, chaos was reigning supreme. Jungkook, the groom of the hour, was sitting in front of a mirror, surrounded by his five disciples—his loyal friends who had sworn to follow him to the ends of the earth. Despite the presence of professional stylists, chaos reigned as Jungkook refused to sit still.
“Koo, for the love of all things holy, please stop moving!” the exasperated makeup artist pleaded, trying to apply eyeliner while Jungkook squirmed like a restless bunny.
“Seriously, Koo, do you want to go down the aisle with smudged makeup?” another stylist groaned, holding a hairbrush mid-air as Jungkook kept dodging every attempt to tame his hair.
Lisa, his best friend, entered like a general arriving to restore order. “Alright, everyone, take five. Let me handle this.” She marched over, hands on her hips, and gave Jungkook a stern look.
“Hyungie won’t care if I have a bit of a smudge,” Jungkook argued, sticking out his tongue playfully.
“Oh, really?” Lisa raised an eyebrow, grabbing a comb. “Well, Hyungie deserves to see you looking like the most handsome prince in the world. So, you’re going to sit still and behave, or I’ll call him in here to lecture you.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened in mock horror. “You wouldn’t dare!”
Lisa smirked. “Try me.”
With Lisa’s firm guidance and his five disciples acting like comedic cheerleaders, Jungkook finally cooperated. The professionals worked their magic, transforming him into the picture-perfect groom. His hair was styled immaculately, his skin glowing, and his eyes sparkling with excitement.
Jungkook stood up and twirled in front of the mirror, admiring his reflection. He was dressed in a stunning white suit with a beaded waistline giving a perfect view of his tiny waist , a crystal chain draped elegantly across his waist. The entire outfit sparkled just enough to match his vibrant personality.
His disciples clapped and whistled, bowing as if in worship. “All hail the bratty prince, the owner of the Kim's eatry !” one of them joked, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
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My love from the countryside ✅
ספרות חובבים"An arrogant brat is so spoiled that his father had to send him to the countryside, to his friend's home, to teach him a lesson in respecting others. A calm, disciplined, and responsible son is tasked with teaching the spoiled brat some valuable lif...
