࣪︎ ꣑୧ ˳ Jʋngkoꪮ𝗸 ˳ ֹ ׅ﹙ 𝟒 ﹚

The sun shone brightly on your wedding day, but the heat was nothing compared to the tension you felt in your chest. You found yourself staring at your reflection in the dressing room mirror, the white dress floating against your skin, but in your heart, there was nothing but doubt. Marriage was a contract, an agreement between two powerful families, and you had no say in the decision. ———— You walked slowly, with measured steps, toward the altar. The marble floor beneath your feet resonated with each step, but all you heard was the rapid beat of your own heart. The looks on your family's faces, the smiles of the guests—everything seemed distant, as if you were in a bubble, isolated from the reality that awaited you.

As you approached, Jungkook's figure loomed on the altar, his back straight, his gaze serious and distant. He looked almost like a statue, carved to perfection, but there was something about his posture that told you that, like you, he was completely trapped in this situation.

The priest asked you to look at Jungkook, and as you did, you felt a knot in your stomach, but when the priest asked you to say your vows, silence enveloped you like a heavy cloak.

—Jungkook *said the priest, his voice amplifying in the space. *Do you accept this woman as your wife, to love her, respect her, and be by her side through thick and thin?

Jungkook remained silent for a long moment. The air seemed to thicken, and he didn't seem inclined to give a quick answer, but when he finally spoke, his voice was softer than you expected.

—I accept he said, although his tone showed no emotion. It was a simple compliment, just a "yes."

The priest looks at you fixedly and asks:

—Do you consciously and without coercion accept Jeon Jungkook as your legitimate husband, to share with him the duty, the house and the destiny, in obedience to this commitment established today?