𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | • 𝐊𝐓𝐇

64: The wedding night

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YN'S POV

I had always imagined that if I ever became a bride, I would look so pretty. There was a time when I was just sixteen or seventeen years old, a teenager who went to university for the first time and dreamt of the knight in shiny armor coming and getting me out of that hellhouse.

Because I had seen in stories and heard from Minjae about those heroes and villains from the stories. I only know two sides. A hero who would take me to heaven or a villain who would drag me to hell.

That was until a monster came out of the story and dragged me down from hell to his, one proving to me that I don't deserve the paradise.

Marriage.

I had believed that the word itself belonged to a version of me that no longer existed, the naïve girl who had once thought a wedding meant safety, devotion, and the beginning of a life shared with someone who would hold her hand through every storm.

After my first marriage, I had convinced myself that weddings were nothing but beautiful ceremonies wrapped around ugly promises. White flowers, expensive jewelry, and sacred vows. None of it meant anything if the person standing beside you could turn those vows into chains.

I had stopped believing in marriage long before I threw the ring in the river. For years, I had thought that perhaps marriage simply wasn't meant for women like me. Maybe some people were given love stories, while others were given lessons disguised as them.

That was until I experienced that there was one more side beyond the hero with heaven and the villain with hell. A villain who turned the abyss of hell into a paradise just because I had stopped believing in the other two most common scenarios.

And yet, this morning, I am sitting before a mirror with my heart beating so violently that I could feel every flutter beneath my ribs, while the most beautiful wedding dress I had ever seen rested around me. The irony almost made me laugh. I was getting ready to marry the same man for the second time who first made his personal hell and turned it into heaven only for my comfort.

My fingers trembled as they brushed over the fabric spread carefully across my lap. Taehyung had made my dress himself. That thought alone was enough to make my chest ache.

The same man whose hands had once been associated with violence, control, and everything I had spent years learning to fear had sat somewhere in silence and designed a dress for me with the patience of someone who understood that every tiny detail mattered.

The gown was nothing like the wedding dress I had worn the first time or the second time when he had chosen it out of urgency. There was a difference. A world of difference.

The dress was made from layers of ivory silk and the softest champagne-toned satin, the fabric catching the morning light with every movement. It wasn't blindingly white. Taehyung had said he didn't want something that reminded me of a beginning I never chose.

So he had chosen something warmer. Something that looked like sunlight of early morning.

The corset hugged my figure delicately, fitted without making me feel imprisoned by it. Tiny hand-sewn pearls curved along the neckline, disappearing beneath intricate embroidery that traveled down my waist like flowering vines.

He had embroidered them himself. Taehyung, who could spend hours sitting across a table from men deciding whether they lived or died, had apparently spent nights bent over a piece of fabric, painstakingly stitching tiny flowers into my wedding dress.