Speeding Into Trouble || Taekook

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As the police van disappeared down the street, dust swirling in its wake, the atmosphere inside the wedding hall barely had time to breathe before the heavy double doors flew open with a bang.

"MAKE WAY! MAKE WAY! VIP ARRIVAL!" Jin's booming voice echoed like he was announcing royalty.

He stormed in, sweat-drenched but unstoppable, dramatically pushing Jeongguk's mother in her wheelchair as if he had just run a marathon for the Olympics.

The crowd spun toward the entrance, gasps and laughter spilling as Jin's voice carried across the room. His hair was sticking to his forehead, his tie crooked, but his eyes were wild with urgency.

"I'm not late, am I?!" Jin barked, chest heaving. His gaze darted across the room like a man who'd just walked into the final episode of a K-drama. "Tell me I didn't miss anything. TELL ME!"

Hoseok, lounging against a pillar like he had front-row seats to the apocalypse, smirked. "Hyung... you missed the biggest drama since Romeo and Juliet. People almost died, confessions were made, lives destroyed—Netflix could never."

Jin froze mid-step, face falling into exaggerated horror. He slapped a hand to his chest and staggered like he'd been shot.

"WHAT?! Why is it always me?! I always miss the good stuff!" His eyes brimmed with fake tears as he spun in circles. "God hates me."

Namjoon, calm as ever, pulled out his phone like it was a magic wand. "Relax. I filmed the whole thing. I'll AirDrop it to you later."

Jin gasped so loudly the guests laughed again. In an instant, his grief flipped to adoration. He threw his arms around Namjoon, clinging dramatically. "You beautiful, sexy genius! I swear, you're the love of my life."

Namjoon chuckled, patting his back. "Jinie, please. People are watching."

Meanwhile, Jeongguk had no time for Jin's theatrics. The second he spotted his mother, he was there—dropping to his knees beside her wheelchair, eyes frantic.

"Eomma," he breathed, voice tight with worry. "You're okay? The ride wasn't too hard? You shouldn't have—"

Before he could spiral, Mrs. Jeon lifted her hand and smacked his shoulder lightly, her sharpness still intact. "Yah. Do you think I'd miss my son's wedding? Even if I had to crawl here on my own two hands, I'd be here. Don't insult me."

Jeongguk blinked at her, then huffed a shaky laugh. Relief poured out of him, softening the hard lines in his face. "You're unbelievable."

Her eyes twinkled with pride as she squeezed his hand. "It runs in the family."

The crowd chuckled, the heaviness of moments before easing into warmth.

Across the room, Yoongi pulled Jimin into a protective hug, pressing a kiss to his temple. Jimin sagged against him, breath shaky. "I thought—I thought we were going to lose everything. I didn't know how I'd explain to Tae—"

Yoongi silenced him with a wry smirk, brushing his thumb across his cheek. "We were screwed too, Jiminie. But, we made it. I'll spill the whole story later." He leaned in and stole a quick kiss, making Jimin blush despite everything.

But neither of them mattered now.

Because Jeongguk was already moving—each step pulling him closer to the altar, where Taehyung stood trembling, his eyes shining with tears.

For a moment, time cracked open. The chatter, the whispers, the laughter—it all dulled into nothing.

Taehyung's lips quivered, his chest rising and falling too fast. His voice, fragile but bursting with relief, broke the silence: "You're really here..."