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A U T H O R ' SP O V
Two days slipped by like sand through clenched fists, and now— it was the day. The wedding day.
The day where two people, strangers in every way, would be bound by decisions made by others. A deal sealed with gold, silence, and expectation.
Jeon Jungkook stood in his walk-in closet, dressed in an extravagant black tuxedo. Sharp lines. Clean cuts. A body sculpted in control, power stitched into every inch of fabric. Cold eyes stared back at him from the mirror. Nothing in his expression revealed this was his wedding. Not even a flicker.
Beside him stood a smaller version of himself.
Ju Won. Three years old. Eyes too bright for this world. Cheeks round and full, puffed like mochi. He clutched the edge of Jungkook’s tuxedo jacket, dressed in his own miniature version—tux pressed, bowtie slightly crooked.
"Papa... whewe awe we going?" His voice was soft, curious. Innocent.
Jungkook looked down, fixing the toddler's bowtie, smoothing his hair. "Somewhere important."
Just then, the front doors opened.
"Gwanma!!!!" Ju Won’s voice echoed in excitement as he sprinted forward, his small legs wobbling.
Mrs. Jeon entered, graceful as always, dressed in deep emerald green. Her heels clicked against the marble as she bent down to scoop her grandson into her arms.
"My sweet baby, how have you been?"
Ju Won kissed her cheek like a little prince. "Papa get mawwied today!" he whispered proudly into her ear.
Her eyes lifted to Jungkook. "Are you ready?"
"Yes, Mother." Short. Dry. Automatic.
He was always ready. Ready to follow, to obey, to perform.
He didn’t believe in love anymore. Not after Alena. This wasn’t love. This was paperwork dressed in florals and champagne.
Together, with Ju Won perched between them, they left for the marriage hall.
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On the other side of the city, the air was heavy.
Ashley sat in a silk robe, surrounded by four makeup artists working in synchronized silence.
Her face? Blank.
Not happy. Not sad. Just… muted.
"Lift her chin. Her face looks too round like this," Mrs. Adams hissed, arms crossed tightly.
