Jungkook's infatuation with his literature professor quickly graduates from a sweet and innocent school boy crush to a hot and steamy Skool Luv Affair to a full blown forbidden romance that constantly tests their love for one another.
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ARIA
Brunch had faded into memory, replaced by a quiet whirlwind of preparation. Wrapped in a white silk robe with the word 'Bride' embroidered elegantly across the back, I settled into the plush chair, my legs tucked beneath me as my personal glam squad worked their magic. It felt indulgent and luxurious—something I rarely let myself enjoy.
But today, I soaked in every minute.
The next few hours passed in a blur—curling irons, setting sprays, gentle hands weaving pins into place. Lotions and serums had been smoothed into my skin with reverence, my makeup blended to perfection. I lost myself in the sensation of it all—of being spoiled, adorned and transformed into the woman who was about to become Mrs. Jeon.
After my afternoon of glam and pampering, I finally escaped to my room, needing that brief, stolen pocket of solitude before I stepped into my dress. As I slipped through the door and shut it quietly behind me, I let out a slow breath, rolling my shoulders back, letting the silence settle around me.
I ran my hands down my arms, over the silky fabric of my robe, grounding myself in the moment as I stepped out onto the terrace. Pulling the robe tighter around me, I gazed out over the ocean as it moved slow and steady, stretching toward the shore, retreating, then stretching again in an endless rhythm. The sun had shifted lower, its soft radiance washing over the water, making every ripple and wave shimmer.
Everything felt different today.
More vivid. More alive. More magical.
Like the universe itself knew what was about to happen.
A smile curved my lips as the thought settled in. There had been so many moments when it felt like the world was against us—like every force in the universe was trying to tear us apart, like the odds were stacked so high we'd never break through to reach this point, like we'd never get our happily ever after.
And now, here we were.
Standing on the edge of forever, about to step into the future we fought so damn hard for. A breathy release, barely there, but full of something I couldn't quite name, pulled at the corners of my mouth. Maybe it was the sheer beauty of this moment—or the quiet knowing that I'd do it all again, every tear, every fight, every heartbreak, if it led me right here. Or maybe it was the absolute certainty that I was exactly where I was meant to be.
With him.
I lingered a moment longer, the breeze teasing through my hair, the scent of the ocean enveloping me, and for a heartbeat, I imagined us down there—standing together, hand in hand, gazes locked. I could almost feel the warmth of Jungkook's palm against mine, hear the soft rush of waves beneath the vows we'd whisper, just as real in my mind as it would be in another hour or so. A slow inhale filled my lungs, steadying me.
