The next morning arrived, bathed in golden sunlight, illuminating the grand estate where the most anticipated event of the season was about to take place-Jungkook's wedding day.
Inside his dressing chamber, Jungkook stood before a towering mirror, draped in a breathtaking white suit, its flawless tailoring hugging his lithe frame, accentuating the elegant curve of his waist. The fabric, woven with the finest silk, shimmered subtly under the soft glow of chandeliers, embedded with pearls that glistened like fallen stars against snow. His long, flowing veil cascaded behind him in sheer layers, reminiscent of a royal Catholic bride, ethereal and divine.
A bouquet of delicate white flowers rested in his hands, their fragrance mingling with the intoxicating scent of Dior Hypnotic Poison that clung to his skin, a scent rich and seductive, yet gentle-like him. His makeup was kept light, only a touch of blush on his cheeks, though his natural flush betrayed his nervous excitement. His lips, tinted a soft cherry red, were plump with anticipation, and his dark bangs curled charmingly over his forehead, completing the vision of a celestial being, too perfect for this world.
A knock at the door broke the quiet air, followed by the warm, familiar voice of Mr. Jeon.
Jungkook turned eagerly. "Daddd!" he giggled, twirling slightly in place, the hem of his suit brushing the marble floor. "How do I look?" His doe eyes sparkled with mischief, seeking praise, fishing for compliments like the spoiled bunny he was.
Mr. Jeon chuckled, stepping forward, his gaze softening as he took in the sight of his beloved son, the very image of radiance. "Beautiful as ever, my sweetie," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
Jungkook grinned, pleased, but his lips soon pursed into a dramatic pout. "But I still wonder how this-" he gestured at himself with exaggerated flair, striking a playful pose-"this beauty is marrying that Hitler!"
Mr. Jeon laughed, shaking his head at Jungkook's antics. "Because that man worships the ground you walk on, sweetheart."
Jungkook huffed, rolling his eyes. "Worship? Hah! He hits me every second! Like-do you know my back is swollen even right now?! Owe owe owe!!" he whined, pretending to clutch his back dramatically, swaying like he might collapse at any moment.
Mr. Jeon smiled fondly, shaking his head at his son's usual theatrics. "Enough, hm?" He reached out, adjusting the veil gently. "Shall we go?"
Jungkook's expression softened, his lips pressing together as he took a deep breath. Then, after a moment, he hesitated.
"But... seriously, Appa," he murmured, looking up at his father with the same wide, innocent eyes he had since childhood. "Who's going to take care of you in your old age when I'm not there?" He bit his lip, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant. "Can't I just... stay with you forever?"
Mr. Jeon smiled at him, a father's kind of smile, full of love and understanding. "You'll live just a bit farther from home, sweetie. You can come whenever you want," he assured him, squeezing Jungkook's hand. "But you have a husband now. It's time for you to start your own family."
Jungkook pouted, looking at the floor like a sulking child, then huffed. "Fine, fine!" he grumbled. "But you have to take care of yourself, okay? And no sweets!" He wagged a scolding finger. "No cheating! You're an old diabetic patient now!"
Mr. Jeon chuckled, shaking his head in fond exasperation. "Alright, alright," he relented, patting Jungkook's cheek. "Shall we?"
Taking a deep breath, Jungkook nodded.
His father took his hand, and together they stepped out into the hallway, making their way toward the wedding hall.
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