The day of the wedding arrives, but Jungkook feels none of the excitement that should accompany such a milestone. His mind is a storm of thoughts, none of which bring him peace. A constant restlessness gnaws at his insides, his chest heavy with a feeling he refuses to name.
The dress, the flowers, the guests, and the smiles—all of it seems like a distant blur, insignificant in comparison to the turmoil raging within him. He stands at the altar, hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles are pale, heart thundering in his ears. The room around him is alive with whispers, flashes from cameras, and the soft murmur of conversations between business partners and friends. The weight of expectation presses down on him, every second reminding him that this is what he’s supposed to do. What he’s expected to do.
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