Taehyung's stomach twisted at the mention of money. He hated that this was even a thing. His family had always been modest, and now it felt like everything was just too much. He didn't want to make things harder for them, but he already had by agreeing to marry Jungkook.

Jungkook's dad, listening quietly, gave a small, tight smile. "That's not a problem at all, Mr. Kim. We can take care of everything on our side. There's no need for you to worry about the expenses." Daehyun let out a tired sigh and gave a small nod. He looked drained,

like everything had hit him all at once. Hana didn't look any better. She was still trying to process all of it, her face caught between confusion and concern. Taehyung, on the other hand, felt like his insides were all tied up in knots.

His chest was tight, and his omega instincts were freaking out. His palms were sweaty,and he couldn't stop fidgeting. He couldn't bring himself to look anyone in the eye—especially not his parent's. He just stood there,feeling like he was the reason everything was so complicated.

— Han sighed, rubbing his temple as he watched Jungkook casually go through his wardrobe, completely ignoring him. "You're so damn stubborn, Jungkook. Everything always has to go your way, doesn't it?" Jungkook didn't even look at him. He stood there, shirtless,

casually flipping through his clothes before pulling out an oversized black hoodie. He slipped it on effortlessly, the fabric draping over his broad shoulders, and grabbed his phone from the nightstand, scrolling like this conversation wasn't even happening.

Han shook his head. "That boy agreed, Jungkook. Give him time. Don't be this cruel—forcing him to mate with you in two days isn't right." Jungkook finally turned to him, his dark eyes unreadable. "He agreed. But I don't trust any of you. Not even him." He shoved his phone into

his pocket, jaw tight. "Before he changes his mind, I want us to be bonded." Han let out a breath, frustration growing. "You're not being fair. You say you love him, that you want him as your mate, but you're not acting like it. You're—"

"Dad, enough." Jungkook cut him off, his voice loud. "I'm not changing my mind. So just do as I say." And with that, he walked out of the room, leaving Han standing there with a deep sigh. "I can't believe he's my son."

— Daehyun paced back and forth in the living room, frustration written all over his face. "First, they went ahead and planned everything on their own, and now this? Doing everything without even talking to us?" Taehyung sat in the kitchen, gripping his water bottle,

listening to everything. His father had been like this since yesterday—constantly bringing up how his son had kept things from them. The guilt weighed on him, making it even harder to face him. And now, Jungkook's father had just told them the wedding was happening in two days.

Two days. And Taehyung knew exactly whose idea that was. Jungkook Of course,it was just one of Jungkook's tantrums. After everything, Taehyung could see right through him. That stubborn, selfish alpha only cared about getting what he wanted. He didn't think about anyone else.

Just imagining being tied to him, officially, in a way that he couldn't escape from—it made Taehyung's skin crawl. He clenched the bottle in his hand. He wanted to slap the hell out of Jungkook. Just once. But more than anything… he was scared.

Alpha did what he wanted. He didn't ask, he decided. And if he was already acting like this now, what would it be like later? What would happen when they got married?

Taehyung swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, he thought. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮. He barely murmured the words to himself before taking a deep sip of water, trying to steady his nerves.

That was when his mother walked in. "Taehyung." Hana's voice was soft, but her face looked exhausted. She walked over and placed a warm palm on his cheek, her thumb caressing his skin gently. "You shouldn't have agreed, Tae." Taehyung exhaled, sliding his hand over hers.

"Mom, I had to. We don't have any other choice. If I refused, he could've done something worse." "And what about you?" Hana's voice wavered, eyes filled with fear. "What if something happens to you there?" No mother wanted their child to suffer—especially not like this.

Taehyung forced a small smile. "Believe me, Mom. I'll take care of myself. And I trust Jungkook to be a better alpha to me. He won't hurt me… and he won't let anyone else hurt me either." He lied so smoothly, it almost sounded convincing.

Because the truth was—he didn't trust Jungkook at all. Trusting him would mean handing over control of his life, and half of it was already falling apart. He didn't want to let it all crash down even more. Hana studied him closely, "I know when you're lying, Taehyung."

He just swallowed hard, but the words didn't come. What could he say? That she was right? That he was terrified? That just the thought of mating Jungkook made his stomach turn in ways he couldn't explain? Hana let out a tired sigh, brushing his cheek with her thumb. "Forget

about it for now. Just think positive. If you two are meant to be, then everything will work out. Better days are ahead, okay?" Taehyung nodded, overwhelmed by everything but managing to give her a small, genuine smile. It wasn't forced—just a little spark of something that

he desperately needed. That was when Jin appeared in the kitchen doorway, looking a bit awkward. "Umm, Mom?" Hana raised an eyebrow, glancing at him. "What's going on?" Jin hesitated before continuing, "There are some people here for the decorations."

Hana furrowed her brows in confusion. "We didn't…" But before she could finish, Jin quickly added, "It's from Jungkook. They said Jeon Jungkook sent them, and they're already paid." Taehyung's shoulders sagged in frustration. He let out a long sigh, shaking his head.

He was so done with this whole thing. "Is that boy insane?" Hana muttered under her breath, visibly irritated. "We didn't ask for this! I'm capable of decorating for my son's wedding!" She stormed out of the kitchen, Jin trailing after her, clearly trying to calm her down.

Taehyung just sat there, silently watching them. None of them were happy about this wedding. Not a single one. But here they were, going through with it, doing everything they could to make it happen, just because of him.

A tear slipped down his cheek, but Taehyung wiped it away quickly, gritting his teeth. "I swear to the Moon," he muttered under his breath, his voice low and filled with a bitter edge, "I will make him suffer the moment I set foot in his den."

— It was the day. Jungkook's wedding day. He fastened the cuffs of his suit, fingers steady despite the storm of emotions inside him. His chest felt tight, but not with nerves—no, this was something else. Excitement. Anticipation.

The kind of overwhelming feeling that made his alpha hum with satisfaction. After today, nothing would stand between him and Taehyung. No more waiting. No more distance. He'd mate him, claim him, make sure he never had a reason to leave. God, he'd wanted this for so long.

From the very first moment he laid eyes on Taehyung, something inside him had just clicked, like he had finally found the piece he didn't even know he was missing. He couldn't live without him. He wouldn't. Lost in thought, he barely heard the door open

until a familiar voice cut through. "You look happy." Jungkook turned, and his face immediately lit up. "Grandpa," he said, his voice warm as he crossed the room and pulled the elder into a tight hug. Elder Jeon chuckled, patting his back. "So, today's the big day."

Jungkook stepped back, his eyes shining. "Yeah," he said, grinning. "I'm going to marry the one I love." The elder nodded slowly, watching him closely. "That's good," he said, his tone even. "But does he love you?" Jungkook's smile faltered for just a second before he forced it

back into place. "He will," he said, his voice sharp. "Once we're together, he'll realize this is where he belongs." Elder Jeon hummed, clearly unconvinced. "Love isn't something you can force, Jungkook." Jungkook's jaw tightened, but his expression didn't waver. "I know that,"

he said smoothly. "I just need him with me first. The rest will follow." The elder sighed but didn't push any further. Instead, he gave Jungkook a long, measured look before patting his shoulder. "I hope you're right." Jungkook straightened, smirking. "I usually am."

His grandfather let out a small chuckle. "That's what worries me." Elder Jeon gave his shoulder one last pat before stepping aside. Right then, the door opened again, and his mother walked in, looking as poised as ever in her elegant gown.

She had a small smile on her face, her eyes soft with love as she looked at her son. "It's time," she said, but the look she gave him clearly meant behave. Jungkook took a deep breath, but there was no hiding how excited he was. His heart was racing from pure happiness.

He was finally getting what he had wanted for so long. Taehyung was going to be his. A big grin spread across his face as he adjusted his sleeves, barely able to sit still. "Finally," he muttered under his breath, more to himself than anyone else. Then, turning to his mother,

his eyes gleaming, he said, "Let's go." As Jungkook stepped out the door with his mother, his heart pounded in his chest. The grand hall where the wedding was set to take place wasn't as over-the-top as it could have been—there just hadn't been enough time—

but it was still beautiful. Flowers were everywhere, filling the space with soft colors and a light, sweet scent. It felt like a garden, exactly how he had imagined. Exactly like Taehyung, Jungkook thought with a fond smile.

Before he even realized it, he was at the altar, hands clasped together, barely able to keep still. His excitement was spilling over, but more than that, he felt whole. His family was there—his dad, his mom, and his grandfather—standing by his side.

And yeah, they could be a little much sometimes, always trying to run things, but he loved them. They were his, just like Taehyung would be in a few moments. Beside him, Yoongi stood as his best man, arms crossed, watching Jungkook with that signature gummy smile he rarely