Different colors of flag || jikook

Chapter 50

Inside, the grand hall glittered under chandeliers. Guests whispered behind raised hands, the air buzzing with anticipation.

Jeon jungkook stood beside the priest, his posture perfect, his eyes fixed ahead as if carved in stone.

Then, the double doors opened with a slow, ceremonial creak.
Naya appeared, her veil cascading down her face, the soft rustle of her gown filling the silent hall. Every member of Jungkook’s family rolled their eyes subtly, but visibly at the theatrical display.

Jeon jungkook didn’t flinch. No smile, no change in expression only the faintest shadow of heartbreak in his eyes.

Naya walked toward him, her steps deliberate, until she stood right in front of him. The priest cleared his throat, ready to begin the vows.

And then.......

BANG!

The doors burst open with a force that made every head in the hall turn.

The air in the grand hall was thick with wedding formality until the heavy double doors swung open again.

A wave of cold authority rolled in.

Mj walked in first, flanked by Suga, both dressed in impeccably cut black tuxedos.
MJ’s tuxedo was sharp and commanding single-breasted with peak satin lapels, the fabric so smooth it caught the chandelier light in dark glints. His shirt was crisp white, the top button undone, and a black silk pocket square sat perfectly folded in his breast pocket. His hair was styled back in a sleek undercut, showing off a scar above his left eyebrow like a badge of survival.

Suga, equally lethal in style, wore a double-breasted black tux with a subtle pinstripe, a matte black tie, and leather gloves that hugged his hands like they were part of him. His hair was pushed back with just the right amount of careless charm, but his eyes were pure calculation.

Behind them came fifteen to twenty men, all in matching black suits, their shoulders broad, chests thick, black goggles covering their eyes. Each one carried a gun in plain sight, the steel glinting under the hall’s golden lights.

Guests froze mid-breath.
Naya’s guards tensed, their hands twitching toward their weapons.
Even Naya herself faltered for a second, her confident mask slipping.

Jungkooks eyes softened the moment he saw MJ. A faint, almost relieved smile touched his lips.

MJ spread his arms theatrically.
“Brother Jungkookaa… not even a hello? We came all this way and today, we brought you a surprise.”

Jungkooks brows knitted. “Surprise?”

Suga stepped forward with a sly grin.
“Bring him in Star and Charlie.”

The hall’s attention shifted to the doorway again.
Two figures Star and Charlie strode in first, their footsteps sharp against the marble. Behind them…

A flash of royal red.

The man walked in, his tuxedo rich and commanding red velvet with black satin lapels, a perfectly tailored waistcoat, and polished shoes that whispered quiet power. His hair was styled neatly, and a subtle smirk played at his lips as he walked, every step unhurried, every gaze locked on Jungkook.

Jungkook’s eyes widened in disbelief.
The rest of the family, friends, Minjun, little Jinsun lit up with joy.

Naya’s face twisted instantly. “Guards! Stop him! Don’t let him near the stage”

But her words barely left her mouth before the mafia men moved swift, brutal, efficient. Within seconds, her guards were on the ground, groaning, their weapons kicked away.

Naya’s shock was palpable.
She pointed a trembling finger at MJ. “You can’t do this! Who the hell do you think you are”

Before she could finish, Charlie stepped up beside her, pressing the cold barrel of a gun to her temple.
“Stand to the side. Now.”

Naya’s face flushed crimson with rage, but she obeyed, her jaw tight.

Jungkook barely noticed his eyes were glued to Jimin, who was now walking up the stage with deliberate grace.
Jimin winked. “Hello, future husband.”

Jungkook stared at him, caught between confusion and something he couldn’t name.
“What is this?” he demanded, turning to MJ.

MJ’s voice was ice.
“You wronged him. And in this gang, I don’t let anyone hurt one of ours. From today, chimmy is my younger brother. If anyone dares touch him, I will erase them from this world.”

Jungkooks breath caught. The words landed like blows.

MJ turned to the priest. “Let’s have the wedding.”

Jungkook’s parents exchanged a glance relief breaking through their tense faces. Minjun practically bounced in Seokjin’s arms, his small voice chirping happily, “Eomma!”

The ceremony was quick but heavy with unspoken tension. Naya stood fuming on the sidelines, her hands clenched into fists, a gun never far from her head.

At last, the priest closed the book. “You may now kiss your husband.”

One of MJ’s men stepped forward, tapping Jungkook’s arm with his gun. “Go on.”

Jungkook moved forward, his expression cold, and leaned close enough for only Jimin to hear.
“Our marriage may be official, but I will never love you. I will make your life hell.”

For a split second, something flickered in JM’s eyes hurt, maybe but it vanished beneath a smirk.
“Who said I came here for love? I came here for him.”

He tilted his head toward Minjun, whose face lit up like the sun.
“Eomma!” the boy squealed again, his little hands reaching.

Jimins smirk sharpened as he met Jungkook’s gaze.
“Let’s see… who makes whose life hell.”