Speeding Into Trouble || Taekook

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The police van screeched to a halt outside the wedding venue, tires burning against the pavement, the sudden stop jarring everyone inside.

Before the engine had even fully quieted, Jeongguk shoved the door open and leapt out, his movements sharp, almost violent with urgency.

He tugged at the suffocating collar of his suit, chest rising and falling with adrenaline, his jaw set in stone.

His heart hammered against his ribs, fury still simmering from the interrogation at the station, but underneath it all throbbed one truth louder than anything else—

This was his day.
His wedding.
His Taehyung.

And no one—no one—was going to fucking ruin it.

Behind him, his friends spilled out of the van, grim and battle-ready, matching his pace as they stormed toward the entrance. Their steps echoed like a war drum, tension rolling off them in waves.

Inside, the hall gleamed with soft golden lights, a stage dressed in flowers and silk, a room full of whispers and stolen glances. It was a place meant for vows, for promises of forever—yet in that moment, it was about to turn into a battlefield.

The doors slammed open with a thunderous crack.

"STOP!"

Officer Mingyu's booming voice cleaved through the air like a blade, ringing with such authority that the entire crowd froze mid-motion.

The music stuttered into silence. Gasps rippled across the hall. Sara stumbled a step back, her face blanching, confusion flickering in her eyes.

And then—

Taehyung's world tilted.

His lungs locked, his heart slamming against his ribs as his teary gaze swung toward the entrance. His breath caught in his throat so hard it hurt.

Because there he was.

Jeon Jeongguk.

His Jeongguk.

(Alexa play Saari duniya se jeet ke main aaya hoon idhar...🥹)

Standing in the doorway like he had been carved out of fire and defiance, shoulders squared, eyes blazing. A storm in human form—and yet, to Taehyung, he had never looked more like salvation.

Relief crashed into him so violently it nearly brought him to his knees. Tears broke free, spilling down his cheeks as a choked sob escaped his lips. His chest heaved, every bone in his body trembling with the realization.

Holy shit.

He's here. My fucking fiancé is here.

The noise, the crowd, the chaos—all of it fell away in an instant. The only thing that remained was that gaze.

Jeongguk's eyes locked onto Taehyung's the second he stepped in, as if the universe itself had been holding that thread taut, waiting for this moment. Time stretched. The air grew thick, heavy with the unsaid, the unbreakable.

For a breathless eternity, it was just the two of them.

Jeongguk's lips curved into the faintest smile, soft and steady, the kind that promised—I'm here. I've got you. No matter what.

And Taehyung, glowing in his suit under the soft lights, his face streaked with tears but still breathtakingly beautiful, broke into a trembling smile in return. His lips quivered, his heart shattered and rebuilt itself in the same beat.

It was dramatic. It was reckless. It was everything.

Two souls, colliding in a room full of chaos, finding each other as if the world itself had moved just to make this moment happen.