Different colors of flag || jikook

Chapter 49

The news broke like wildfire.
“Jeon Jungkook to marry Naya,” the headlines flashed across every media outlet that morning. Within hours, the entire mansion was swallowed in chaos florists rushing in with baskets of roses, decorators climbing ladders, and the sound of heavy boxes thudding against the marble floors.

But in the middle of all that noise, little Minjun sat on the stairs, his small face clouded with sadness. Jimin had always been his favorite his safe place. And now.....

The child’s disapproval of Naya had never been a secret. He had never liked her. And today, his tiny heart was making sure everyone knew it.

“No bakkyy no mik (no breakyy means breakfast no milk)” he announced loudly, folding his arms when the maid tried to coax him.
“No dress(no dress)!” he declared again, bolting out of his room when they tried to dress him.
He ran down the hallway, knocking over a basket of petals, earning a sharp gasp from the decorators.

Naya’s patience was thinning by the second. Her perfectly manicured fingers tightened around the edge of her dress as she hissed to one of the maids, “Control him!”

But Minjun wasn’t done yet. He darted past her again, deliberately bumping into a table and making a crystal vase wobble dangerously.

That was when Jungkook appeared. His voice cut through the chaos firm, deep, and laced with irritation.
“Minjun!”

The boy froze, his shoulders stiffening.
“What is wrong with you today?” Jungkook’s tone was harsher than he intended, but the weight of the day had left him in no mood for games.

Minjun’s lower lip trembled. His big eyes welled up instantly, and before anyone could say a word, he quietly shuffled to the corner of the room. Curling up on the floor, he hugged his knees, his tiny sobs muffled but heartbreaking.

From the other side of the room, Seokjin still in casual clothes walked in, holding his child hand protectively. he spotted Minjun, his heart instantly softening.

Kneeling beside him, he brushed his hair gently.
“Hey… little man,” he said softly. “You can’t cry like this, hmm?”

Minjun sniffled but didn’t look up.
“I don’t like her… and I don’t like today,” he mumbled.

Seokjin’s heart squeezed. he exchanged a quick glance with jinsun, then smiled warmly at Minjun.
“I know… but listen to me, okay? Jimin will come. he’ll come for you.”

His head lifted slightly, hope flickering in his teary eyes.
“Promise?”

Seokjin nodded firmly.
“Promise.”

Meanwhile, behind the closed doors of the upstairs master bedroom, Jungkooks parents sat in heavy silence.
Neither of them touched their tea. The porcelain cups sat untouched on the table between them, the steam long gone.

No one in this house wanted Naya to be their daughter-in-law certainly not like this, in such a rush, and most definitely not today.

Jungkooks mother’s hands were clenched tightly in her lap.
“It’s over,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Now Jimin will never come back… their love will never get a chance to heal. Just like our eldest son’s story ended unfinished… the same will happen to the younger one.”

Jungkooks father exhaled slowly, his face lined with worry. Neither of them knew how to stop what was unfolding.

Down in the grand hall, the buzz of preparations continued. Jungkook was standing near the staircase, scrolling through something on his phone when it rang suddenly. The screen lit up with a name that made his heartbeat hitch.

He hesitated for half a second before answering.
“Ha… hyung… ok, hyung… ok, hyung,” he repeated, pacing slightly, his voice taut.

When the call ended, he let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders sinking for a moment before he straightened up again.

From across the hall, Seokjin watched him carefully, Minjun curled up in his arms and his own baby resting against his shoulder. His eyes caught the flicker of something nervousness? anticipation?in Jungkook’s expression.

A small, knowing smirk touched his lips. Without a word, he adjusted Minjun on his hip, and walked quietly toward his room with both child, closing the door behind his.

Wedding Hall----

The chaos outside was deafening.
Media vans lined the street, reporters shouting into microphones, cameras flashing in rapid bursts. Security struggled to hold back the crowd, their lenses aimed at the grand venue’s gilded gates.

The first to step out of the black luxury car was Jeon jungkook.
He was a vision of regal elegance dressed in a tailored black suit that shimmered subtly under the morning light. The jacket carried an intricate silver embroidery along the lapels, his cufflinks set with onyx stones. A perfectly folded pocket square peeked from his breast pocket, and his polished shoes gleamed as if they had been touched by starlight. His face, however, was carved in cold composure.

Moments later, Naya arrived.
Her gown was white, but far from simple soft silk falling in graceful layers, the bodice embroidered with delicate pearl work, catching the light like drops of moonlight. A long train trailed behind her, and a sheer veil was pinned into her elaborate updo. Diamonds glittered at her ears, but there was something almost rehearsed about her smile.

Then came Jungkooks parents.
His mother in a floor-length deep emerald gown, the fabric rich and flowing, embroidered with gold thread along the neckline. Around her neck, a single statement diamond choker sat with dignified grace.
His father wore a midnight blue three-piece suit, the tie held in place with a thin gold pin. Together, they looked like they had walked out of an old royal portrait elegant, powerful, but their eyes carried a shadow of worry.

Last to arrive was Seokjin with Hobi and Taehyung, both in sharply cut black suits with satin lapels. They each held a childs hand Minjun and little Jinsun both dressed in miniature formal attire, tiny vests and bowties that made them look like royal heirs.

But it wasn’t their clothes that caught attention it was their expressions.
All three men wore the same knowing smirk, as if they were in on a secret no one else in the hall knew. Without hurry, they entered, walking past the press, and took their seats.