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༺ ☠︎ †  𝖁 𝖎 𝖘 𝖎 𝖔 𝖓  𝖎 𝖓  𝕯 𝖆 𝖗 𝖐  † ☠︎ ༻

"Ma'am, how is this one?" a lady asked politely, holding up a simple yet elegant white dress in front of Evie.

Evie gave it a soft smile. It was lovely–exactly the kind of style she had in mind but she gently asked to see a few more pieces. She wasn't being picky. Honestly, she liked the dress a lot. But maybe, deep down, she was trying to buy a little more time... or maybe she was just trying to feel something that matched the reality of what she was doing—buying a wedding dress.

Yes. Her wedding dress.

In just a few days, she was going to marry Jeon Jungkook. The thought alone sent a strange, nervous wave through her chest. Not fear exactly, but something unfamiliar... like an uneasy flutter in her stomach that she couldn't quite name.

She was only twenty-two. So was Jungkook. It all felt like it was happening too fast. Too sudden. And yet, when he looked her in the eyes and told her to trust him–that everything would be fine, that he wanted to marry her—she found herself saying yes.

It had been six months since they'd started getting along, really getting to know each other. And surprisingly, it had been good. Peaceful. He hadn't ghosted her, hadn't made her feel small or hurt like before. He hadn't lost interest. There were no major fights, no toxic explosions.

Jungkook had stayed consistent. Gentle, even. His words always sounded so sincere. And more importantly, his actions had matched those words. Every little thing he did, in the past few months, felt like an effort to become better–for her.

So maybe marrying him wasn't the worst idea. Maybe giving a chance to someone who had put in real effort wasn't a mistake. Maybe people could change.

She didn't know what the future held. She didn't know if this decision would lead to happiness or regret. But at this point, she was ready to let things unfold.

She was choosing to believe him with the hope of a beautiful future together.

She turned back to the dress the lady had shown her. It was simple but beautiful. Exactly what she had imagined. A soft white shade, the fabric silky and shiny. The hem would fall just below her knees, and the off-shoulder cut gave it a graceful yet modern touch. It was perfect for the kind of wedding they were having–small, grand, and far from grand.

Obviously, this wasn't going to be a big wedding. No grand celebration, no lavish decorations, no massive guest list. The motive behind this marriage was different. It wasn't about love or building a future together, not for now.

Right now, their only focus was stopping his parents from tying him into a business deal through an arranged marriage with the daughter of one of their wealthy partners.

That was the reason for everything.

They needed to act quickly and quietly, just a legal contract, a few small rituals, and some witnesses. Enough to make it official. Enough to stop his parents.

That was it.

To convince her, Jungkook had promised Evie something more. He told her that once they were older around twenty-five or twenty-six and once he had taken over his father's position in the company, they would host a grand ceremony. A real wedding. One where they could celebrate their love properly.

She had agreed.

There was something strangely comforting in the way he said it, as if he had already planned their entire future. Even if she didn't fully understand everything yet, she trusted him.

She loved the idea of it.

Especially the way he described it to her— painting pictures of how perfect it would be, how beautiful their life would look together.

She didn't wish for perfection.

She just wanted something happy. Something peaceful.

And to her, that was more than enough.

As for her father, she had been nervous about telling him. A part of her even wanted to hide it but she knew a decision like this couldn't be kept secret.

Her father had always been supportive, always calm and understanding. But still… he was her father. And this wasn't a small decision. She was young. Too young for marriage. And the real reason behind it made everything even more complicated.

She had been terrified he would be disappointed. That he would refuse immediately and tell her to stay away from something so serious. Fathers were protective, especially when it came to their daughters.

But before she could overthink it any further, Jungkook had taken the matter into his own hands. He insisted on speaking to her father personally and told her to let him handle everything.

She had no idea what he said or how he explained it. There was no way he could've told him the real reason—that wouldn't have worked. And yet, just as Jungkook had confidently predicted, he managed to charm his way through it.

He spoke responsibly. Maturely. Like a man who knew exactly what he was doing. He assured her father, promised things she wasn't even aware of and somehow convinced him.

In the end, her father agreed.

He was still a little worried. He asked Evie more than once if she was sure about this decision. But there was also a strange sense of relief in his eyes, as if Jungkook had reassured him enough to trust the situation.

Evie didn't know what exactly Jungkook had said–maybe he made promises about her future, maybe he sweet-talked him but whatever it was, it worked.

Jungkook always had a way of making things fall into place. His words were powerful. Persuasive. He knew exactly how to speak, how to influence, how to make people believe him.

And once again, he had made it work.

As for Jungkook's own parents... Evie had never even met them. In fact, she didn't know if they were even aware of this marriage. Jungkook hadn't mentioned involving them, and he didn't seem to care what they thought. From what she understood, he planned to tell them later–probably after the marriage certificate was signed and done. Maybe he was trying to avoid confrontation or buy time until the business deal was officially off. Either way, she trusted him to handle it.

Evie picked up the white dress in her hands and held it gently, her fingers brushing over the fabric. She turned around to show Jungkook, who was standing a few feet away, speaking to someone on his phone.

When he saw her waving, he looked up, his eyes softening. He gave her a small smile and raised his thumb in approval.

Her heart warmed a little. It was these tiny moments that made her believe in the possibility of something real.

She smiled back, nodded, and turned to the saleslady. "This one, please. Pack it."

The saleslady carefully packed the dress in a bag and handed it over. Evie took it with both hands, her smile widening as she looked down at the dress that would soon become part of one of the biggest days of her life. It still felt surreal.

She turned and walked over to Jungkook, who was a few steps away, still glued to his phone. From the moment they arrived at the mall, he had been on one call after another, occasionally texting in between. Maybe it was something important, she thought. Business, probably. He hadn't even looked at anything for himself yet.

As she approached, he ended the call and immediately started scrolling again, his eyes never lifting. Evie stood beside him, cradling the dress bag in one arm.

"How's the dress?" she asked softly. "And... have you bought something for yourself yet? What are you even planning to wear?"

Jungkook responded without looking up, his voice distracted. "I'll pick something later. I'll wear anything."

Evie's brows furrowed slightly. "Anything?" she repeated, a little offended. "It's our wedding, Jungkook. Okay, it's a small one, but still..."

He barely glanced around the store before casually picking a random suit off the rack. Without even checking the size or style, he tossed it into the shopping cart like he was buying groceries.

"You didn't even check if it fits or looks good on you," she said, staring at him in disbelief.

He finally looked at her with a cocky smirk. "You already know I'll look good in everything," he said, giving her a playful wink.

She sighed and shook her head, the corner of her mouth twitching into a chuckle despite herself. "You're so full of yourself."

They began walking through the store, weaving between aisles. She occasionally stopped to admire some accessories, while Jungkook remained a few steps behind, still busy on his phone. She glanced at him and raised an eyebrow.

"You know," she said, her tone teasing but holding a hint of truth, "you've been stuck to that phone since we got here. Who's keeping you so busy that you can't even focus on your future wife?"

Jungkook looked at her for a second,  then, without hesitation, slipped the phone back into his pocket immediately. A slow grin spread across his face.

"Future wife, huh?" he repeated, amused.

Before she could react, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her gently against his side as they started walking toward the billing counter.

"There's no one more important than you," he said smoothly, lowering his head slightly so only she could hear. "Relax. If I was distracted, it wasn't because of someone. It was because I was thinking about how I'm about to get married."

She narrowed her eyes at him, unconvinced. "You're too much sometimes."

"And you like me that way," he replied easily, giving her shoulder a small squeeze.

When they reached the counter, the cashier began scanning the items. Jungkook reached for his wallet, but before he could take it out, Evie quickly pulled out her card and handed it over.

Jungkook blinked, slightly surprised. "What's this?"

"I can pay for my own wedding dress," she said with a small but confident smile. "You don't have to handle everything."

The cashier paused for confirmation, and Jungkook glanced between Evie and the card in the woman's hand.

A lazy smile curved on his lips in amusement, almost impressed.

"So independent," he said, leaning a little closer to her. "Should I be proud or threatened?"

She grinned. "Proud."

He chuckled under his breath. "Alright. But next time, let me at least pretend to be the responsible husband."

"Husband already?" she teased softly.

He tilted his head slightly. "Getting used to the title."

The payment went through, and the cashier packed the dress carefully into a branded bag. Jungkook took it from the counter before Evie could, holding it easily in one hand.

As they walked side by side, their steps slow and unhurried, Evie glanced up at him and started talking–like any girl would, her voice light, dreamy.

"You know, when I was younger, I always thought about how my wedding would be," she said with a soft laugh. "Like how I'd wear this big, puffy dress and there'd be music and flowers everywhere. The groom would be waiting with tears in his eyes and–ugh–it's all so silly, isn't it?"

Jungkook chuckled beside her, "It's not silly. Everyone imagines something like that at some point."

She looked at him briefly, surprised by the softness in his tone.

"I mean," she continued after a second, her voice lowering just a little, "I just hope I won't end up regretting this." She gave him a sideways glance, half playful, half honest. "Don't disappoint me, Mr. Jeon."

Jungkook slowed his steps slightly and looked at her properly this time and chuckled as he already knew how well it was going to end.

"Regret?" He repeated and leaned a little closer as they walked. "That's a strong word. You're marrying me. That already upgrades your life."

She rolled her eyes but couldn't stop smiling, something about the confidence in his tone made her heart beat a little faster.

They continued walking, the mall behind them as they made their way toward the car. The air felt a little lighter, even if somewhere deep in her heart, a faint cloud of uncertainty still lingered.

As they reached the car, Jungkook opened the door for her with a grin. "Get ready," he said smoothly, "to be Mrs. Jeon Evie."

Evie rolled her eyes with a smile, but her heart skipped a beat at the sound of it.

⋆༺𓆩♱𓆪༻⋆𝔙 𝔦 𝔰 𝔦 𝔬 𝔫  𝔦 𝔫  𝔇 𝔞 𝔯 𝔨⋆༺𓆩♱𓆪༻⋆

The small room at the back of the church smelled faintly of flowers and old wood. It was quiet as she paced slowly in front of the mirror.

She stood in her simple white dress long knee-length, off-shoulder, and silk-soft against her skin. Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders in soft waves, a thin silver clip holding back one side. Her lips were painted a deep red, the only bold touch in her otherwise soft look. She wore simple heels, nothing too fancy–just enough to feel like a bride.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted the neckline of her dress, breathing in slowly. Her heart was racing, not just from nerves but from something else–something she couldn't name. A strange weight sat in her chest, like excitement tangled with a quiet fear.

A gentle knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts. A woman–probably one of the church workers–poked her head in with a kind smile. "They're ready for you, dear."

Evie nodded and gave her a polite smile, even though her hands were clammy.

As she stepped out of the room, the air changed. The soft murmur of voices came faintly through the small church hall. It wasn't a grand wedding, no flowers lining the pews or music playing in the background. It was simple, quiet, just like they had planned. Or rather, just like he had planned.

At the front, near the altar, stood a man in a crisp white shirt and black trousers. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the tattoos that twisted around his forearms, giving him a devilish look. His hair was brushed back carelessly and there was a small grin on his face as he looked at her.

It was Jungkook.

Evie's eyes found him instantly. He looked calm, confident, like he'd been waiting for this moment for too long. He grinned when he looked at her and gave her a playful wink.

That simple gesture made her blush instantly, a shy smile spreading across her face as she walked toward him.

There were only a few people scattered across the benches. Her father sat quietly with his hands clasped, watching her with a mixture of pride and worry. A few of her friends were there, whispering to each other and giving her little thumbs-ups as she passed. And near the back, a small group of Jungkook's college friends stood, the ones she had met a couple of times before. She didn't like them much–they always seemed loud and mocking but she pushed the thought away. Today wasn't about them.

Today was about him.

She reached him. He held out his hand and she took it. His palm was warm, firm. He leaned in slightly and murmured just loud enough for her to hear, "You look so sexy, baby... I might have to skip the vows and take you straight home."

She flushed instantly and gave him a warning look. "Jungkook, behave."

He smirked, clearly enjoying himself. His eyes roamed over her slowly, too slowly and she noticed it again–that intensity. Like he was looking at her, but also past her. Through her.

She blinked. And that's when she caught it—the faint smell of alcohol on his breath.

Her smile faded just a little.

She leaned in and whispered, "Are you... drunk?"

He shrugged, as if it were nothing. "Just a little."

"Jungkook..." she whispered, frowning. "Why would you drink before our wedding?"

He turned to face her fully, lips curling into a grin. "Because I'm happy. It's a celebration, right? I'm marrying the girl I wanted for a long. Isn't that a good reason to have a drink?"

People don't usually drink on their wedding day… do they?

Maybe after the vows, during the celebration, it would make sense. But this? Everything hadn't even started yet and Jungkook was already tipsy.

She didn't like it. Not even a little.

The vows hadn't begun. They were standing inside a church. Of all places, he should at least show some respect.

But she didn't answer right away. There was a heaviness in her chest again, creeping up quietly, making her stomach twist. She gave a small nod, pretending to accept it, but deep down, she didn't like it. It felt wrong.

Still, she held onto his hand as the officiant stepped forward.

In the corner, a man in a suit holding a briefcase stood up–probably the lawyer Jungkook had arranged for the marriage contract. Everything was moving as planned. Everything looked normal.

But something inside her whispered that nothing about this was normal.

She looked up at Jungkook again and tried to calm her racing heart. Maybe it was just nerves. Maybe she was overthinking.

He gave her a soft smile and gently squeezed her hand, as if he could sense what was going on in her mind. He mouthed the words, Don't overthink. It's okay. Don't worry, trying to calm her down and ease her thoughts.

The soft rustling of papers got their attention as the lawyer placed a black folder on the small table near the altar. He adjusted his glasses, looking at both of them with polite efficiency.

"Just a formality," he said, opening the folder and clicking his pen. "Marriage registration and the contract you agreed upon. Everything's in place. You both just need to sign here... and here."

Evie stepped forward first as she leaned down and signed her name carefully. It felt surreal–like she was stepping into a new chapter. She glanced over at Jungkook, who stood next to her with a lazy smirk, one hand in his pocket.

He took the pen from her, spun it between his fingers for a second too long, then bent down and scrawled his signature in one confident stroke.

Evie watched him as he straightened up. There was something different about him today–not the usual playful charm she had come to know. It was still him, but there was an edge to the way he smiled. A strange kind of confidence. Almost smug.

She blinked and looked away. Don't overthink, she told herself. Maybe he's just nervous and excited too. Everyone shows it differently.

The lawyer nodded, sliding the folder shut. "Congratulations. You're now legally married."

Evie smiled softly, feeling slightly overwhelmed. She turned toward Jungkook, and the officiant stepped forward.

"Would you like to exchange rings and say a few vows before we conclude?"

Jungkook shrugged slightly and glanced at her. "Your call, Mrs. Jeon," he said teasingly.

Evie chuckled under her breath, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "We should," she said. "Even if it's small, it still matters."

She pulled out the ring from the box–a simple silver band she had picked herself. It's not very fancy but quite meaningful.

As she slid it onto Jungkook's finger, she looked up at him. "I don't have fancy words but... I promise to stand by you. In the good and bad. To be your home when things feel too much. That's all I can say."

Jungkook stared at her for a moment, then took out a ring from the box. She hadn't even seen when he got it. He gently took her hand, and the cold metal slid onto her finger.

"You're mine now, only mine." he said, his voice low.

Evie blinked, surprised by the words. It wasn't the usual sweet vow one might expect. But he smiled right after, softening it, and she let it go with a small nod. Maybe it was just his way of showing love. He'd always been a little... intense.

Still, she couldn't help but notice the slight smell of alcohol lingering on his breath. It wasn't overwhelming, but it was there. She glanced at him once more, the thought crossing her mind again.

It didn't sit right with her–drinking, even a little, before such an important moment. But he had looked so happy earlier when he said it was a celebration drink. She didn't want to ruin the moment by bringing it up again.

Everyone has their flaws, she reminded herself. Maybe this was just one of his. He'll grow out of it.

The officiant clapped his hands lightly. "That's it. You're officially husband and wife."

Applause broke out, soft and short. Her friends smiled at her, and her father gave her a quiet nod of approval. Jungkook's friends barely clapped, more focused on talking among themselves, but she didn't let it bother her.

Jungkook leaned in and whispered, "Ready to be Mrs. Jeon?"

She smiled at him, her heart full of emotions she couldn't quite name–nervousness, hope, and something like trust. "I guess I already am."

He kissed her lips, a soft press of lips that lingered just a little too long.

Then  she stood beside him–his hand in hers, the ring on her finger, the vows behind them–she felt something shift in the air.

But she shook it off. Not today. Today was meant to be a good day.

After the vows were exchanged and the certificate was signed, there were still a few formalities left to complete. The lawyer guided them through the remaining procedures, witnesses added their signatures, and the final documents were carefully collected and handed over. And it got official and legal.

A few minutes later, her father approached them.

His eyes were slightly glassy, not fully crying but holding back emotion. He held Evie's hands in his, his grip warm and familiar and smiled faintly as he gave her his blessings. He spoke about happiness, about patience, about building a peaceful life together. His simple wish that his daughter would be loved, respected and cared for.

Then he turned to Jungkook.

He placed a hand on Jungkook's shoulder, trusting. Jungkook responded with a polite smile and assured him that Evie would never lack anything. He spoke maturely, confidently, promising to take care of her and stand by her.

Watching that moment felt overwhelming for Evie. For any daughter, it would have been. Seeing the two most important men in her life standing face to face like that—one letting go, the other promising to protect–stirred something deep inside her.

It was beautiful and overwhelming too.

After that, things slowly began to wind down. A few of Jungkook's friends lingered for a while, offering congratulations and teasing remarks before gradually leaving. From Evie's side, most of her friends had already said their goodbyes once the ceremony was completed.

She didn't mind the smaller crowd. In fact, she preferred it. She had never been very comfortable around Jungkook's friends anyway. Today, she wanted it to feel like it was just about them—about her and Jungkook.

By evening, they stepped out together and headed to a restaurant Jungkook had booked for a small dinner gathering. It wasn't extravagant  but it was elegant enough to mark the occasion. They sat together at one long table, sharing food and light conversation.

Still, Evie noticed something.

Even though she was sitting right beside him—his wife now—much of Jungkook's attention drifted toward his friends. He laughed at their jokes, leaned into their conversations, occasionally checking his phone again. It felt… slightly strange.

She told herself not to overthink it.

It was a long day. Maybe he was just distracted. Maybe he was handling something important. She didn't want to create unnecessary doubts, especially not in front of her father. So instead, she kept herself engaged in conversation with him, smiling, nodding, acting completely at ease.

Eventually, the gathering ended. One by one, everyone left.

Her father was the last to say goodbye.

That part was harder than she expected. He hugged her tightly, whispering reassuring words in her ear, telling her she could always come home, that nothing would ever change that. His voice trembled slightly. She hugged him back just as tightly, holding in her own tears.

When he finally walked away, she felt a small ache in her chest.

After that, it was just the two of them.

They walked toward the car together as the sky shifted dark.

They were heading to their new house now–the place they would stay as husband and wife.

The thought felt unreal.

Inside the car, the ride was quiet.

Evie sat beside Jungkook, her hands folded neatly in her lap. The cool gold ring on her finger still felt unfamiliar, heavier than she expected. She kept glancing at it, turning her hand slightly to catch the reflection of passing streetlights.

Everything that had happened today replayed slowly in her mind, it  felt dreamy and despite the small moments of doubt that tried to surface, she pushed them away. Right now, she wanted to believe in this new beginning.

"How do you think your parents will react?" she had asked to break the silence and to start the conversation.

He didn't even glance at her, just kept his eyes on the road. "I don't care much," he said plainly. "You don't need to think about them. I'll handle it."

His tone was too casual and unbothered, as if he truly didn't care about his parents reaction or their approval. It felt a little strange to her, but obviously she didn't voice it out.

After driving for a while, exchanging only a few light conversations here and there, they finally reached their destination.

The car slowly pulled into the driveway of a large, modern house. It was bigger than she had imagined. Tall glass windows, and the wide black doors gave the place a distant feel. Everything about it looked expensive.

Jungkook stepped out first and walked around to her side, opening the door for her. She stepped out carefully, taking in the view once more.

Without saying much, he turned and walked toward the entrance. He didn't wait to guide her inside.

She hesitated for a second before following behind him and he opened the door and entered inside.

Inside, the house was too luxury. Spotless. Almost too clean, like no one actually lived here. Jungkook threw his keys on the marble counter and turned to her with a small smirk, loosening the top buttons of his shirt.

"Welcome home, Mrs. Jeon," he said, voice low.

Evie smiled, a bit nervously. "It's a beautiful house."

He stepped closer, brushing a hand down her arm. "It's ours now."

"Okay, let me show you our room," Jungkook said, his hand gently resting on the small of her back as he guided her down the hallway.

When he pushed the door open, Evie stepped inside and her eyes widened slightly in awe. The room was spacious, filled with ambient lighting. Every corner looked carefully put together–modern, elegant, and intimate. The large windows with curtains, the king-sized bed layered in fresh linen–it all felt like something out of a luxury hotel.

She turned to him with a small smile, her voice soft. "It's… really so beautiful."

Jungkook chuckled, leaning against the doorframe, watching her. "You like it?"

She nodded slowly, still taking it all in. He smirked. "Very much."

Then her eyes met his and for a second she forgot how to breathe.

There was something in his gaze tonight. Too intense to hold, yet impossible to escape. It made her want to look away and at the same time, stay trapped in it. His eyes slowly moved from her face down to her shoulders, then lower shamelessly.

The way he looked at her made her stomach tighten.

God… he was making her nervous.

It wasn't as if this was new. They had been together for months. She had spent entire days and nights with him before. She knew his touch, his voice. But tonight felt different. Maybe it was the ring on her finger. Maybe it was the word wife that now belonged to her. Or maybe it was simply the weight of it being their first wedding night

She let out a soft, slightly breathless laugh, trying to ease the thick tension in the room.

"I should change first… take off this dress," she said lightly, brushing her hands over the fabric. "It's been a really long day."

He didn't answer immediately. The corner of his lips curved slowly, like he already knew what she was doing—trying to escape for a moment.

And he clearly didn't like that idea.

Instead of stepping back, he stepped closer.

Close enough that she had to tilt her head slightly to keep looking at him. His fingers brushed against her waist slowly as if testing how much she would allow.

"It's our wedding night," he murmured, his tone playful but the desire underneath it wasn't subtle at all. "You're not getting out of my sight that easily."

Her heartbeat quickened.

His hand slid a little firmer against her waist, pulling her an inch closer. The warmth of his body, the confidence in the way he stood over her, it made her feel smaller somehow.

He always did this.

Made her weak.

Weak for him. Weak for the way he looked at her. Weak for wanting him even when she tried to pretend she didn't.

For a second, she almost gave in.

Almost.

But she placed both hands on his chest and gently pushed, creating just enough space to breathe.

"Just five minutes," she said, trying to steady her voice. "Let me breathe. Let me talk. Let me change."

He didn't budge immediately. His eyes searched her face, amused, knowing.

"You're running away," he teased quietly.

"I'm wearing this tight dress and heels that are killing me," she shot back, trying to sound firm even though her cheeks were warm. "You already got your vows. Let me at least get out of these first."

A smirk slowly curved his lips.

For a moment, he leaned in closer–close enough that she could feel his breath near her ear.

"Five minutes," he repeated softly. "Not a second more."

Her stomach flipped at the tone.

Before he could pull her back again, she slipped out of his hold and quickly made her way toward the bedroom.

She could still feel his eyes on her back.

And somehow, that felt even more intense than his touch.

He smirked to himself before walking toward a small cabinet near the kitchen counter. From inside, he pulled out a bottle of expensive-looking alcohol. Without hesitation, he poured himself a drink, swirling it lazily before taking the first slow sip. Then, glass still in hand, he made his way toward the bedroom.

Even before he entered, she felt it.

His presence.

It always did something to her, made her heartbeat shift. Getting away from him was never easy. He had this way of filling every space he stepped into.

She quickly knelt near her bag, unzipping it in a hurry, pretending to focus on taking out her night dress. But the sound of his footsteps made her glance up.

But the sight of the glass in his hand made her brows pull together.

"You're drinking again?" she asked, unable to hide the slight disappointment in her voice.

He turned toward her, leaning casually against the doorframe, smirk still in place. He lifted the glass to his lips and took another slow sip before answering. "Just one. It's a celebration, isn't it?"

She didn't know what to say to that.

He had already been drinking before the wedding. She had ignored it then, convincing herself it was nerves, excitement but seeing him pour another drink now didn't sit right with her.

"It's our wedding day," she said carefully, rising to her feet. "I thought we could spend it… together. Without that. Especially when you were already drunk earlier."

He gave a small shrug, as if it wasn't important.

Then he stepped closer.

Close enough that she could smell the alcohol on his breath.

He bent slightly so they were almost eye level and held the glass out toward her.

She blinked, confused, taking half a step back. "What?"

"Come on," he said casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world. "Just a toast. One sip for your husband."

She stared at the glass, then at his face, searching for some sign that he was joking.

He wasn't.

He extended it again.

She shook her head slowly. "You know I don't drink, Jungkook."

He leaned in closer, still holding the glass between them. "Don't be boring, Evie. It's just one sip. You're my wife now."

The way he said it–half teasing, half commanding made something inside her tighten.

She gently pushed his hand away, not harshly, but enough to make her point. "And you should know better," she replied softly with slightly firmness.

For a second, something flickered in his eyes, irritation, maybe. Or surprise that she didn't give in.

But he didn't argue.

Instead, he held her gaze as he lifted the glass back to his lips and finished the entire drink in one go. He placed the empty glass on the table beside them.

His tongue briefly brushed over his lower lip, catching the last drop.

And his eyes never once left her.

She turned away, pulling out a plain, comfortable set of clothes from her bag. As she stood near the mirror, taking off her jewelry one by one, she saw him behind her reflection–as he sat on the couch, legs spread, eyes fixed on her like he was undressing her with his gaze.

She could feel it. The tension. The heat.

He didn't say a word. Just kept watching her as he slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, drink in one hand, eyes never blinking.

Evie looked down, focused on her earrings. She didn't want to overthink.

It's just the nerves, she told herself. He's just being a little intense. He's her husband now. This is normal... right? But deep down, a unease stayed curled in her, refusing to leave.

After taking off her accessories, her heart was still fluttering from everything, she held the silk slip in her hands, about to head toward the bathroom, when she heard footsteps behind her.

Before she could move, a firm arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into a familiar chest. His cologne mixed with his strong manly perfume and alcohol which making her head unknowingly dizzy.

His voice dropped near her ear, deep and full of heat. "Why even bother changing, baby," he whispered, his palm sliding flat against her stomach, "when I'm gonna strip you out of whatever you wear anyway?"

Oh my.

Her breath caught in her throat as she gripped the fabric in her hands tighter, trying to find her words. "Jungkook..."

"Mm-mm," he murmured, pressing a kiss behind her ear. "Husband. I'm your husband now, remember?"

She turned her head slightly, eyes meeting his teasing smirk in the mirror. His other hand moved up, brushing her hair aside as he stared at her reflection like he owned it. "You look so damn sexy in this dress," he said slowly, voice raspy. "Why would I want you out of it so soon? I'd rather fuck my wife in her wedding dress first."

There was no way she could resist him. He knew exactly what he was doing–how to stand close enough, how to look at her in that slow way, how to speak just low enough to make her pulse stumble.

Her cheeks flushed. "Stop talking like that," she whispered, trying not to meet his eyes fully, but his grip only tightened.

He chuckled darkly, nuzzling her neck. "Shy again? Come on, sweetheart. Do act like I didn't fucked you several times earlier."

God, it was almost unfair. Even when she told herself to stay strong, to not let him affect her so easily, he would twist something inside her which leaving her weak in ways she didn't want to admit.

Her breath hitched again as he slowly turned her around to face him, his hands gripping her waist. His eyes trailed down her body with open hunger and then he leaned in, whispering against her lips, "Strip for your husband."

She hesitated, still holding onto her clothes, but he gently tugged them from her hands and tossed them aside. "Don't need these. Not tonight."

Then, without breaking eye contact, he stepped closer, forcing her to take a step back. Another. And another. Until the back of her knees hit the edge of the mattress.

Jungkook's smirk grew. "Perfect."

He leaned in until his lips brushed her ear again. "Best wedding gift I'm getting tonight is getting to fuck you."

Before she could process his words fully, he gave her a light push. She fell back onto the mattress with a soft gasp, eyes wide as he stood over her, his fingers already tugging at the buttons of his shirt, his voice low and rough.

"Lie back, Mrs. Jeon," he said, eyes dark. "Let your husband unwrap his wedding gift."

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