my cold classmate is my cold husband 😥😥😥

part 35

The day of their wedding had finally arrived. The mansion was alive with energy, filled with bustling staff, flowers, and the sweet fragrance of celebration. But despite the excitement surrounding her, Tiyara couldn’t shake the heavy silence between her and Jungkook. As much as she had tried to remain hopeful, the weight of their shared grief and the complicated circumstances of their union had left a cold distance between them.

The wedding wasn’t supposed to be this way—it wasn’t supposed to feel like a duty. Her parents had been tragically killed in an attack by Jungkook’s enemies, and in an effort to protect her from further harm, his family had insisted they marry. The decision was made out of protection and responsibility, not love. Tiyara knew that Jungkook didn’t want to hurt her, but she couldn’t help but feel like they were trapped in a situation neither of them had chosen.

Tiyara stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the wedding gown she would wear today. The dress was delicate and beautiful, but it felt like a heavy weight on her chest. It should have been a moment of joy, but she could only feel uncertainty. The life she had dreamed of felt like it was slipping through her fingers, replaced by this strange, forced reality.

"Are you ready, dear?" Mrs. Jeon’s gentle voice broke through Tiyara’s thoughts, and she turned to face her future mother-in-law. The older woman smiled at her, but there was a softness in her eyes—an understanding of the complexity Tiyara was feeling.

"I think so," Tiyara replied, her voice trembling. "It’s just... everything is so overwhelming."

Mrs. Jeon’s smile widened as she walked over, adjusting a small detail on Tiyara’s dress. "I know it’s been a hard time, but I want you to know that Jungkook cares for you deeply. He has always been there for you, even if he doesn’t know how to show it right now. You’ll be okay, Tiyara."

Tiyara forced a smile, appreciating the reassurance. But deep down, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this wedding wasn’t just about love—it was about obligation. She wasn’t sure what her future with Jungkook would look like, but she knew it would be difficult. The memories of her parents' death still haunted her, and the man she was about to marry was bound to a family history she couldn’t ignore.

As she descended the stairs, the grand living room was filled with the sound of laughter and preparation. Jungkook’s friends—Jimin, Taehyung, Jhope, Suga, RM, and Jin—were busy making last-minute adjustments for the big day. The air was thick with excitement, but Tiyara felt detached, like a stranger amidst the celebration.

Her gaze landed on Jungkook, who was standing near the window, his back to her. His posture was stiff, his face calm, but there was something in his eyes that suggested he, too, was feeling the weight of the day. He hadn’t looked at her, hadn’t spoken to her much today, but she knew he cared. He had to—he was the one who had promised to protect her, after all.

Tiyara’s thoughts were interrupted as Jimin’s bright voice reached her ears. “Hey, Tiyara! You ready for the wedding?”

Tiyara forced a smile, though her heart was heavy. "I’m ready, I think."

Mrs. Jeon came over, her warm gaze comforting. "You’ll be perfect, dear. Jungkook will take care of everything."

As they approached the altar, the atmosphere shifted from excitement to solemnity. Tiyara could feel her heart pounding in her chest. This was the moment. Her wedding day. And yet, it felt so different from what she had imagined. Her eyes flitted nervously toward Jungkook, who stood at the altar, dressed in his tailored suit. He was every bit the handsome, poised man, but today, his eyes were dark with uncertainty. He looked at her, but it wasn’t the same warmth that had once been there—it was something guarded, something weighed down by the burden of the past.

Tiyara walked toward him, each step seeming like an eternity. The ceremony felt like a dream, like she was watching everything from a distance. The vows were exchanged, but there was a disconnect she couldn’t shake. As she looked into Jungkook’s eyes, she could see the care and responsibility there, but there was no warmth, no spark of love. Not yet.

After the ceremony, they made their way to the reception, where the celebration continued. But Tiyara couldn’t escape the knot in her stomach. Jungkook hadn’t spoken to her much after the vows, and the brief moments they shared seemed clouded by the unspoken tension. She knew it wasn’t that he didn’t care—he did—but everything felt so complicated. He was trying, but he didn’t know how to give her what she truly needed: love.

Later that evening, after most of the guests had left, Tiyara found herself on the balcony, seeking a moment of quiet. The cool night air was soothing, but it did little to calm the storm inside her. She looked up at the stars, but it only made her feel more alone—like they were miles apart from each other.

Just as she leaned against the railing, lost in her thoughts, she heard footsteps approaching. She turned to see Jungkook standing in the doorway, his eyes soft yet distant. He hadn’t said a word to her all evening, and her heart twisted at the sight of him.

“Tiyara,” he said, his voice hesitant. “Can we talk?”

Tiyara nodded, her heart racing as he stepped closer. This moment had been a long time coming. They needed to talk, needed to find a way to bridge the gap between them.

“I know today has been... difficult for both of us,” Jungkook began, his voice low, filled with emotion. “I never wanted this to be the way we started our life together. I wanted it to be different.”

Tiyara’s heart ached at his words. “I know. I never wanted this either. But it’s not your fault, Jungkook. You didn’t cause what happened to my parents.”

He stepped closer, his gaze softening. “I still feel like I failed you. You’re my responsibility now, and I know I haven’t done enough to show you that I care.”

Tiyara reached out, gently touching his arm. “You’ve done more than enough. I know you’re trying, Jungkook. But I just want you to know that I’m here, too. I may not have all the answers, but I’m not going anywhere. We’ll figure this out, together.”

He looked down at her, his expression a mix of relief and uncertainty. "I don’t know what the future holds for us, Tiyara, but I promise I’ll protect you. I’ll always protect you."

Tiyara smiled softly, her chest tightening with emotion. "I believe you."

For the first time that day, she felt a flicker of hope. It wasn’t love—not yet—but it was something to build on. And for the first time, she believed that together, they could find a way forward.

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