Taehyung's pov

The back deck was set up with an extravagant table, with tulle and small lights wrapped around the area, flowers and candles flickering in the light breeze. In the corner, there was another small table with a wedding cake. Jungkook's eyes were huge when he looked at me. "How did they do this in a day?"
"The benefit of money and connections," I muttered. I had to admit, I was impressed.

Papa wrapping Jungkook up in a tight hug. Appa clapped me on the shoulder, congratulating me, and I suffered through the hugs and handshakes from the rest of the guest from our industries circle basically those who were not invited in the wedding as the wedding ceremony was just for family according to Jungkook's wish.

I stepped back, grabbing Jungkook's hand like a talisman. Maybe if I touched him, they'd all stop hugging me.
Dinner was extravagant, the champagne was plentiful, but this time, I kept my head. I only sipped at the wine, and consumed water most of the evening. There might not have been too much pictures at the ceremony, but Jimin and papa made up for it with their phones, constantly snapping pictures and calling out for kisses. Luckily, Jungkook had drunk enough this time, he didn't seem to mind. In fact, he tilted up his face eagerly, smiling and accepting my caresses. Copying the other couples at the table, I kept my arm around him most of the time, running my fingers over his exposed skin.
On occasion, I would turn and drop a kiss to the softness of his shoulder or neck and whisper some inane comment into his ear, making him smile or laugh. We were the picture of a happy couple in love.

Jisso turned to him at one point. "Oh, Kookie! I almost forgot. I teach yoga classes and a new one starts next week! Please come! You'll love it."

Jimin nodded. " I go to all the classes-even the beginners-I love it so much. Jisso is an amazing teacher."

Jungkook's eyes flared with interest. "Oh, I'd like that! I've always wanted to try it. When?"

"Tuesday nights-it's an eight week course for beginners. There's a break, then we move onto the next level."

The light in his eyes dimmed. "I can't-Tuesday is music night at the home. Local groups come in and entertain the residents. I take my imo to all of them; she loves going. I would hate not to be with her; she might not go without me."

I had noticed the list on imo anna's bulletin board while I was there. This week was jazz night. I loved jazz music. The fact going to yoga was something Jungkook wanted, made me want to give it to him, so I spoke up.

"I'll go with her."

"What?"

"You go to the class. You've been saying you wanted to try yoga. I'll go have dinner with imo and take her to the lounge." I nudged him carefully.

"You know I love jazz music." I winked, teasing him. "Maybe it will help you with your balance."

"It's great for that!" Jimin enthused.

"It's every Tuesday," Jungkook pointed out.

"That's fine." I liked all types of music, "I guess imo and I have a date every Tuesday for a while."

He leaned closer, and whispered, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," I murmured back. "I'd like to spend some more time with aunt." I met his eyes. "Honestly."
He kissed my cheek. "Thank you," he breathed in my ear.

Turning, I caught his mouth. "You're welcome."

I sat back with a sigh. I was pleased I could do something for him. I saw Appa looking at me, nodding his approval. I looked down, almost flustered over his silent support.

What an odd, emotional day.

After dinner, papa had us move the table off to one side, freeing up the space, insisting we needed to dance. Grateful we had practiced, I held out my hand, grinning at Jungkook.
"Ready to dance with your husband?"

His smile was shy, but real, as he slipped his hand into mine. "I am my darling. Just don't use all your energy on the dance floor."

I winked. "Don't worry about that, sweetheart."

I twirled him onto the dance floor amid the laughter. he nestled into me as we moved to the music. Once again, it struck me how well he fit to me -the way his head was the perfect height to tuck under my chin. I could smell his soft scent, and enjoyed the silk of his hair on my skin. I beamed as we spun around, our steps in sync.

I had chosen the perfect fake wife.

There were more hugs, well wishes, and catcalls when we left. We were both quiet in the car. I kept glancing over at Jungkook.

"Are you all right?"

"Hmmm."

"Is your head okay?"

Leaning against the headrest, he nodded. "I'm fine. It was a nice day."

"Okay for a shotgun wedding to an asshole?"

"Ranks right up in my top ten."

I chuckled. His humorous side came out more every day. I liked it.

He mused. "I like your family. They're a wonderful group."

"They like you."

"I'm trying not to feel guilty," he admitted. "They are being so kind."

"Let's worry about that later. It's months away-longer. Don't dwell on it."

He was quiet for a moment."Thank you for offering to spend time with imo."

I shrugged. I was grateful he had let it go. "As I said, I liked her. I need to know her more. As your husband, I should. It would only be natural."

he hummed in agreement. "I think you convinced them. Even appa," he added. "He was watching us, and I think he liked what he saw."

"I agree. Thank you. Another excellent job, Mr. Jeon."

"That's Mr. Kim now, thank you."

An odd ripple went through my chest at his words.

"I stand corrected. Mrs. Kim."

He turned his now tomato colored face, looking out the window. "And it wasn't only a job," he whispered so low, I almost missed it.

I had no reply to his statement. For some reason, though, I found his hand in the darkness and squeezed it.

It stayed clasped with his all the way home.

To be continued.......

Is there something blooming in their heart??

will their fake married life will make any difference in them???