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Jungkook

The day of Jimin and Yoongi's wedding arrived far more swiftly than I had anticipated. The past fortnight had been a whirlwind of self-reflection and personal focus, so much so that I had nearly forgotten the significance of today. To my surprise, the house was not in its usual state of chaos. Jimin, remarkably composed, exuded a calmness that was almost unnerving. They had opted for an intimate affair-a small gathering of family and closest friends, nothing more.

As I stood before the mirror, adjusting the black tie around my neck, Taehyung emerged from the bathroom behind me. My gaze lingered as he smoothed down the collar of his shirt and fastened the buttons on his cuffs. I must confess, I was rendered breathless-utterly and completely. When his eyes eventually met mine in the reflection, a soft smile graced his lips.He reached for his navy-blue blazer, sliding it into his arms with effortless grace before straightening it at the front. With deliberate, unhurried steps, he closed the distance between us, leaning in to press a tender kiss to my temple as his eyes remained fixed on mine in the mirror.

"You look handsome," he murmured, his green eyes alight with admiration.

I returned his smile, though words momentarily failed me. "So do you. You look-" I hesitated, searching for the right phrase. "So attractive."

"How have you been feeling?" he asked, his fingers intertwining with mine.

I turned to face him, our hands parting briefly before I found his again. "I'm better," I nodded, meeting his gaze.

"Yeah?" he replied, his tone brimming with enthusiasm. "The medication's been helping again?"

"I think so. It's hard to tell just yet-it hasn't been long enough-but the extra sessions have made me feel more positive." For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the weight on my shoulders seemed to lift, if only slightly.

"I'm so glad, pups," he said, exhaling a soft breath of relief.

"Me too," I beamed up at him, my heart swelling with gratitude.

Taehyung's grin widened. "Come on, we'd better get going before we're late," he said, giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze before heading towards the bedroom door.

The drive to the ceremony was brief, the venue a mere ten minutes from the pack house. It was a quaint manor with a charming outdoor area, exactly as Jimin had envisioned. He had been adamant about marrying beneath a white floral gazebo-a detail he held dear above all else.

As we arrived at the manor and made our way to the garden, Yoongi stood with Namjoon and Byung-Ho, the latter cradling little Youngjae in his arms.

"Hey, man," Taehyung greeted Yoongi as we approached.

Yoongi turned to us, his face breaking into a warm smile as he pulled Taehyung into an embrace. "Hey, brother," he said, clapping him firmly on the back.

When they parted, Yoongi's gaze shifted to me. "Jungkook," he acknowledged with a nod, to which I responded in kind, a smile tugging at my lips.

"Let's head through," Namjoon suggested, gesturing towards the gazebo. Yoongi nodded, and they made their way to the chairs.

Taehyung's hand found mine once more, his grip gentle yet reassuring. We took our seats on the white chairs adorned with lilac flowers, Namjoon standing beside Yoongi at the altar with the officiant. Before us sat Byung-Ho and the rest of our pack, save for Jimin's bridesmaids.

"Hey," a voice beside us startled me. Hoseok and Zara grinned as they settled into the vacant seats.

"Hey, man," Taehyung greeted them.

Zara's small hand waved at me, and I quickly returned the gesture.

"Please may you all stand for the bride," the officiant announced, and soft music began to play.

Yoongi exhaled deeply, his gaze fixed ahead as we rose to our feet. Turning around, we watched as Jimin made his way down the aisle, his brown hair cascading in soft, loose waves. He looked nothing short of breathtaking, his sleek wedding dress hugging his petite frame perfectly. Beside him was Ji-yeon, clad in a tiny purple dress adorned with flowers, her hand clutching Jimin's. Seokjin and Lisa followed closely behind, their dresses echoing the same shade of purple.

As Jimin approached Yoongi, Lisa gently scooped Ji-yeon into her arms. Yoongi turned to face Jimin, his eyes alight with an unmistakable love. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, eliciting a laugh from Jimin. They clasped each other's hands, their eyes locked in an unbreakable gaze.

Yoongi's eyes roamed over Jimin's form, his smile radiant. "You may now all be seated," the officiant instructed.

"Thank you for being here to celebrate the marriage of Jimin and Yoongi," the officiant began, reading from his notes. "A celebration of love, of life, of forever."

Lisa recited a prayer left by Yoongi's and Jimin's parents, a poignant passage about earthly angels who watch over us. Though they may reside in the werewolf world, their presence is felt wherever we may be.

Namjoon, the keeper of the rings, stepped forward, presenting them as Jimin and Yoongi exchanged their vows. Jimin's tears flowed freely, and soon enough, Yoongi' s eyes glistened as well. The love between them was palpable, a bond unlike any other. I was overwhelmed with joy for Jimin, for he had found true happiness-a happiness he so richly deserved. He had been my greatest friend, the one who understood me when no one else did. They say he owes his life to me, but in truth, I owe mine to him. He was the one who gave me a chance, who saw me for who I truly was before passing judgment.

A single tear rolled down my cheek, and I realized just how much joy filled my heart in that moment.

"You may now kiss the bride," the officiant declared, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

Yoongi's arm encircled Jimin's waist, pulling him close as their lips met in a tender, heartfelt kiss. I rose to my feet, clapping so fervently that my palms burned. When they finally parted, their smiles were radiant. Hand in hand, they began their walk down the aisle, confetti raining down upon them.

Tears continued to stream down my face, and I hastily wiped them away. Taehyung's hand slipped into mine once more, and he turned to me, his expression soft. "I'm so happy for them," I murmured, my voice thick with emotion.

Taehyung's lips brushed the top of my head. "I know," he whispered before gently guiding me to follow the newlyweds out of the garden.

The ceremony was brief yet profoundly beautiful. Jimin had insisted on hosting the reception in our back garden, a space where we could celebrate late into the night in comfort.

Upon our return, the garden had been transformed. The decor mirrored that of the wedding-a white marquee stood at the center, surrounded by white tables and chairs. Lilac flowers adorned the roof and graced the center of each table. A buffet lined the back of the tent, and a dance floor with a DJ booth beckoned guests to let loose.

As the guests flooded into the marquee, I lost sight of Taehyung, swept away by different faces. Namjoon and Seokjin approached, offering me a glass of champagne. I declined, the taste of champagne never having appealed to me, and knowing it wouldn't do me any good at this moment.

"Wasn't that just magical?" Seokjin gushed, his grin wide.

"It was," I agreed wholeheartedly.

"I can't wait for our wedding," Seokjin said, fluttering his lashes at Namjoon. "It's going to be the best."

"Me neither," Namjoon replied, his smile matching Seokjin's.

Ji-yeon's high-pitched squeal drew our attention as she latched onto Namjoon's leg. "Up! Up!" she demanded.

Namjoon chuckled before lifting her into his arms. Her dark hair was pulled into a tiny ponytail, a lilac headband perched atop her head. "What do we have here, madam?" Namjoon teased.

She giggled, resting her head on his shoulder. "Mummy and daddy are busy talking," she explained in her sweet, childish voice.

Seokjin reached out to stroke her cheek gently. "Mummy and daddy are married now. Do you know what that means?" he asked, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.

Ji-yeon nodded vigorously. "Yeah! It means they'll be together forever."

Her words melted our hearts in an instant. Her eyes met mine, and she flashed me a cheesy grin, prompting an overwhelming urge to squeeze her.

"Jungkook," she mumbled, her arms reaching out to me.

"You want to go to Uncle Jungkook?" Namjoon asked, tilting his head to look at her. She nodded eagerly, and Namjoon handed her over to me.

Ji-yeon's little arms wrapped around me, her fingers clutching my shirt. She settled comfortably in my arms, though I couldn' t believe how much she had grown. She was getting far too big, far too fast.

She reached up to twirl a strand of my blonde curls, giggling softly. "What's so funny?" I asked, my voice gentle.

"You've got curly hair," she said, her laughter bubbling up again.

Children truly are a wonder.

The sound of a knife tapping against a glass silenced the room, and all eyes turned to Yoongi at the front. Jimin stood beside him,
their fingers intertwined.

"Hi, everyone," Yoongi began, pausing to take a breath. "I just wanted to say thank you to all of you for being here today. It means the world to us that you're here to share this magical day."

Jimin smiled up at him, his eyes glistening with tears. "My wife, Min Jimin-" Yoongi paused, a smile spreading across his face. "It feels so good to finally say that after all this time. I've been waiting for this moment, for you to be my wife."

His gaze never wavered from Jimin's as he spoke, the look in his eyes one of pure, unadulterated love. "I married my soulmate today," he declared, his voice carrying through the tent. "And it's something I wouldn't have been able to do without Jungkook."

My heart skipped a beat at the mention of my name. Ji-yeon squirmed in my arms, and Yoongi and Jimin's eyes found me. Jimin nodded, wiping away his tears.

"I've been hard on him, I know that. But without him, I wouldn't have found Jimin that night. I wouldn't have married my beautiful mate. We wouldn't have our precious daughter, Ji-yeon."

Ji-yeon giggled at the sound of her name. "So, thank you, Jungkook, for being brave and for giving us this life."

The tent erupted into applause and cheers, and I felt a wave of emotion crash over me. I wanted to weep with gratitude, with acceptance.

"Go find mummy and daddy," I whispered to Ji-yeon, setting her down. She darted across the dance floor and into Jimin's arms, who lifted her onto his hip.

"I just wanted to say that," Yoongi continued, chuckling. "The real speeches will come after the dinner. I couldn't help myself. But anyway, enjoy your night!"

Another round of applause filled the tent, and the pride swelling within me was indescribable. Seokjin turned to me, exhaling deeply. "Wow, that was emotional," he said. "I' m going to be a mess later."

"You and me both," I agreed.

Seokjin placed a hand on my shoulder. "You really deserved that, Jungkook," he said, his smile warm and supportive.

"Thank you," I replied, my voice soft.

As Namjoon and Seokjin continued their conversation, my eyes wandered through the tent, only to lock with Taehyung's. He was already looking at me, a smile playing on his lips. His eyes, however, seemed darker, more intense than before.

Why are you looking at me like that? I challenged him through our bond.

Taehyung smirked. Because I want to rip your clothes off.

Heat flooded my cheeks in an instant, and I lowered my gaze to the floor, willing myself not to turn into a blushing mess.

You can't say that to me in public!

Taehyung's laughter echoed in my mind. Oh, pups, but I can. And I know you want me to. I can smell your arousal from here.

Every muscle in my body tensed. God, I was going to pass out. When I dared to glance back at him, his eyes were no longer on me. He was laughing with Hoseok and Zara, his blazer now off and his shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing his inked skin and toned biceps.

Jesus. I couldn't handle this. I wanted him to tear my clothes off, to claim me right then and there. His gaze met mine again, his eyes filled with mischief and desire.

You want me to rip that shirt off your chest, those trousers off your legs. You want these fingers inside your tight little hole.

I choked, my breath hitching.

Is your dick getting hard? His voice was rough, demanding.

I cursed internally as blood rushed south. My chest tightened as if I were on the verge of a heart attack.

Yes, I panted back.

Taehyung's smirk only deepened, and I knew he was fully aware of the effect he had on me.

He knew exactly what he was doing, and I craved it.

What do you want? he asked slowly, his voice dripping with seduction.

My stomach twisted into knots. Huh?

Tell me, he pressed, his tone commanding. What you want.

I want you. My eyes felt heavy, my body on fire.

You want me to do what? he challenged, his voice a low growl. He knew how to unravel me completely.

Taehyung... My voice was strained, my breath shallow. He knew I was struggling to maintain control.

What do you want me to do?

Fuck me, Taehyung. I want you to fuck me. The words raced through my mind, desperate and unrelenting.

Taehyung smiled, his gaze dropping to the floor momentarily. When he looked back at me, I excused myself from Seokjin and Namjoon, making a beeline for the kitchen.

My feet carried me swiftly up the stairs, the sound of footsteps close behind. As I reached my bedroom door, Taehyung was there, his eyes dark with lust. He slammed me against the door, his lips crashing onto mine as his hands gripped my face.

"Should we be doing this at their wedding?" I mumbled against his lips.

"Is there ever a better time?" he growls, his voice rough and edged with a tension that sends a shiver coursing through me.

Before I can respond, his hand tightens on the handle, and with a forceful push, he thrusts me into the room. The door slams shut behind us, sealing me in with him, and the air grows thick with an unspoken intensity. His words hang heavy between us, sharp and unrelenting: "You've already begged me to fuck you." The rawness of his tone cuts through me, a reminder of my own vulnerability, my own desires laid bare before him. In that moment, I feel both exposed and ensnared, caught in the gravity of what I've asked for, what I've craved, and what I can no longer deny.

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