Jungkook

I had never been a romantic, let alone a hopeless romantic. All my life I had thought I would marry someone my parents would choose for me to be done with.

In one sense, that's how it happened. Even though the person who was destined to bear my surname had come into my life at a completely unexpected moment and I had to prepare myself to share life with this person, I had been convinced that it would only be on paper.

The love of my life. God, I had thought that statement was childish and ridiculous. How could someone love a person so much, every day anew, without getting used to their presence at some point and living as if it were just another day?

Either way, I never believed anyone could love me. I had only ever known recognition, goals, and success. I had gained respect for my achievements and that had been enough for me.

Until I got to know her and the feeling of loving and appreciating someone just for existing. And to be loved for my mere existence.

My past self would have never believed these foolish feelings, but it was possible. It was possible to wake up in the morning, find a sleeping woman in an oversized T-shirt of your own, hair falling over the face in frizz and spread all over the bed so you almost fell off, and think: I want this woman next to me for the rest of my life like this.

I wanted to give this woman the world, shower her with so much love that it made her sick, but I knew it would never be enough to truly represent how my heart beat for her. Only for her. No one in this world could tear that feeling away from me.

I took a deep breath and felt a drop of nervous sweat run down the back of my neck. It hadn't been like this the first time. I couldn't have been more indifferent about that day. But as I mentioned, I had expected it to be only on paper.

But now, as the sun beamed down on the back of my head and the music started to play, I tried to calm down the trembling in my hands. I didn't want to mask my nervousness and excitement. I was now comfortable letting people see my true emotions.

I also couldn't stop the tear from rolling down my cheek and past my smile as the doors opened and I was overwhelmed by the beauty that would make any princess or queen take two looks.

My wife.

With a matching smile on her own lips, holding a bouquet tightly in one hand, she walked with her father across the lush green grass towards me. The dress hugged her elegantly in all the right places, the veil trailing across the grass behind her.

It was a different dress to the first time, one that suited her much more. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Clasping my hands in front of me, I blew out a deep breath and my brother chuckled beside me as he squeezed my shoulder. My best man and best friend.

He was the one who had supported our relationship from the beginning, the one who had convinced my wife to choose me. I couldn't have been more grateful to him for standing by her side when I couldn't.

My heart melted even more when Haeun walked in front of her with a basket full of flowers and decorated the path with white petals, just as my wife deserved. I wanted to give her everything she deserved and more.

I only had eyes for Reva, but I couldn't ignore her father's smile when they finally stopped in front of me, and he happily and proudly placed a kiss on her temple before offering her hand to me. I helped her up the steps to the altar and we now stood face to face.

She looked even more beautiful this close to me. Her eyes sparkled and she tried to blink away the tears before one rolled down her cheek. I wiped it away with my thumb and placed a kiss on the hand that was still in mine.

Admittedly, I thought she was just as pretty at the altar as she had been the first time, but being happy beamed on her face like moonlight in the dark night. Unlike the earth, however, my existence revolved solely around her.

I was speechless. Yet I knew that it wasn't words that we needed now. Like in a fairy tale, it was just her and I existing in a bubble of love in front of people who had never left us. My eyes would never leave Reva, but I knew they were all watching us.

Everyone had been overjoyed when they found out that Reva and I were renewing our vows. I wanted a fresh start, even if a ceremony wasn't proof of my love. Despite everything we had been through, our marriage had survived, but this time it wasn't going to be just on paper.

Our officiant was Kim Seokjin. Even though I initially wanted this man far away from my wife, he had made his way into our inner circle and had become a trusted friend, which is why we wanted to entrust him with this ceremony.

Behind me stood Yoongi, Rai, and Abbas. Behind Reva, I could barely see my sister, Heba, and Yoongi's fiancée Ava. Haeun had taken a seat next to Reva's father and even her grandparents had flown in from Japan to be with us in Costa Rica today.

This place didn't really hold any significant meaning for us. But every place I got to visit with Reva was a magical place etched in my memory. I wanted to travel the world with her and make new memories.

Seokjin gave me and Reva a knowing look. After all, he was the one closest to us and could see the longing and ache in our eyes. However, I was sure that everyone present could feel it.

He cleared his throat dramatically, stepping up with a wide grin. "Well, I have to say...this is one good-looking couple in front of me. Almost makes me nervous. Almost." His eyes twinkled with amusement. Seokjin and his stupid jokes.

A ripple of laughter spread through the open space, but I only smirked, shaking my head. "I'd suggest you focus on your lines, sir," I replied under my breath, earning another chuckle from the guests.

The "officiant" held up his hands in mock surrender. "But in all seriousness...there's something extraordinary about today. About you two standing here, in front of the people who love you most. For a second time."

Reva's thumb brushed against mine, and I turned slightly to look at her. She wasn't just glowing, she was radiant in a way I had no words for. And she was mine.

"You've both chosen each other," Seokjin's voice pulled me back, "and that's no small thing. Love isn't about grand gestures or perfect moments. It's about choosing each other, every day, even when it's hard. Especially when it's hard. And now's the part where you make us all cry."

I felt Reva's fingers tighten in mine. And I knew with every beat of my heart that this choice was the easiest one I'd ever made even if the circumstances had been very challenging.

I turned to face Reva fully, her hands warm and steady in mine. She watched me with that same quiet intensity as if she already knew every word I was about to say. Maybe she did.

"I thought about writing these down," I began, my voice lower than I expected. "But nothing I put on paper felt right. So I decided to just speak from here." I pressed her hand to my chest, right where she would always be. "I love you more than words can say, but I'll spend the rest of my life trying to show you. In every small way, in every quiet moment. I promise to hold you when life feels heavy. To respect you. To listen, even when you're not saying anything at all. For as long as there is breath in my body, I'll keep loving you. You'll always have all of me."

Her breath hitched as she recognized the words. I didn't want to think about those days now. But forgetting them? That wasn't possible. They were stitched into the fabric of our story. The cracks and the fractures made this moment stronger, made my love for her something unbreakable.

"I'll spend forever making sure you never regret choosing me," I promised. "Because I'll choose you. Again and again."

Her tears caught the light like little crystals as a sob mixed with laughter escaped her but she didn't move to wipe them away. They were the rawness of her heart, the way she knew I was there to wipe them away for her.

Her smile wobbled as she bit her lip, and I knew exactly what she was thinking. I could see it in her eyes. The same pull, the same ache I felt. I almost leaned in. Almost forgot where we were. But I stopped myself because I wanted to hear her vows. I wanted to hear her say it out loud, even if I already knew.

Reva's lips parted, and for a second, she just smiled, soft, almost shy. Her eyes stayed on mine like she was grounding herself in me before she spoke. "I never thought I'd fall in love with you," she began, her voice quiet but sure. "You were smug and annoying," she added, and a soft chuckle rippled through our guests. "Still are, sometimes."

I grinned because she wasn't wrong.

"But," she continued, squeezing my hands tighter, "I wouldn't change any of it. Not a single thing. Because I love you exactly as you are. I love how you love me. So completely, without hesitation. I love how you take care of me and everyone around you, even when you don't realize you're doing it. I admire you. You give so much of yourself, and that's something I promise to never take for granted."

I swallowed hard, her words slipping under my skin, weaving into every part of me.

"You are the most important person in my life, Jungkook," she said, her voice trembling with so much tenderness it nearly undid me. "And I promise to show you the same love, the same care, and respect. I promise to cherish you, for everything you are and everything you will be. I won't ever regret choosing you because I'm looking forward to spending every day with you," she said. "To growing with you, learning with you, laughing, crying, and everything in between. I want to stand by your side, not just in the easy moments but through every storm we face. I want to love you in this life and in the next. No matter where life takes us," she whispered, her lips curving into the smallest, most beautiful smile, "I'll find you. I'll choose you. Again and again."

I heard one of our guests crying, and birds chirping as if they were carrying our promises into eternity. The sun caught in her hair, her tear-filled eyes. Her words burned into my soul, exactly where I would protect her from everything.

Seokjin began to speak after we both finished our vows. "Jungkook, do you take Reva to be your wife? To stand by her in laughter and in tears, in sickness and in health, for all the days of your life?"

I didn't hesitate. "I do."

"And Reva," Seokjin continued. "Do you take Jungkook to be your husband? To love and cherish him, to stand beside him, no matter what life may bring?"

She breathed out slowly. "I do."

A soft patter of footsteps came from behind as Haeun approached, cradling a small velvet box in her hands. She gave us both a big grin, her excitement barely contained as she held the rings out to Seokjin. They weren't the old bands, the ones that had carried hurt. These were clean. A symbol of everything we were choosing to build from here.

Seokjin's voice rang clear through the stillness after we both slid on the rings. "By the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now ki—"

Even before he could finish his words, I pressed my lips to those of my wife. She was soft and warm, just like all the countless times I had kissed her. But I would never tire of pulling her to me, feeling her tenderness against me and kissing her until her head spun.

With one hand on her lower back, I held her in my embrace as I tilted my head to deepen the kiss. I tuned out everything around me, in that moment only she existed.

I had no regrets about Reva, but I couldn't help but berate myself for waiting so long to feel her, to taste her. How had I gone so long without kissing her when I couldn't even last a day without taking her breath away now?

Reva's fingers caressed my face as she too felt everything we poured into this kiss. Her smile was still present and the clapping around us was wild. I didn't know how long I kissed her, but before it became inappropriate, we both pulled back.

Loving fire burned in her eyes as I rested my forehead against hers and we breathed each other's warm gasps. I could hardly wait to have her all to myself.

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I found Reva at her grandparents' table, all big smiles and happiness. It suited her more than anything to shine like that. I had only gone to use the bathroom for a few minutes and already I had missed my wife.

"Excuse me, I'd like to steal my wife for a few minutes," I said, smoothly interrupting the conversation. Pulling her by her waist, I whisked Reva into a quieter corner where we could be in private, even if it was only for a moment.

"Hi." she smiled after I enveloped her body with my larger one and pressed her against the wall.

"Hello, darling." I grinned back and she rolled her eyes. She loved it when I was smug and she admitted that herself. "What's a pretty girl like you doing alone out there?"

She tilted her head back, her eyes hooded as her hand rubbed up and down my chest. "I'm enjoying myself."

"Can I have your number?" I flirted playfully as the tension rose between us. "Maybe I can enjoy you better."

"No can do. My husband wouldn't like that." Reva teased, trying to suppress a grin as I pressed her further into the wall. Luckily, we were hidden from everyone's view in this corner.

I kissed my teeth, shaking my head in regret. "How unfortunate for me. You must love your husband."

She shrugged her shoulder cockily. "I married him twice. That tells you enough."

"Your husband is a lucky bastard," I cursed, biting my lower lip.

I couldn't wait any longer, and before Reva could tease me further, I crushed my lips to hers. This kiss was different from the one at the altar. It burned under my skin in longing and desire. Reva laughed into the kiss, which turned into a moan as I let my tongue dance with hers and squeezed her ass through her wedding dress.

"Wait." she pulled back with a laugh. "We shouldn't go too far."

"You made me wait for two weeks. No one will be angry if I kidnap you early."

Two weeks. I had been waiting two weeks for this moment, for this night. And it had been Reva's idea to be abstinent the days leading up to our wedding. I hadn't been inside her for two weeks and I felt like I could die.

When she had expanded on the idea and suggested that we could also sleep in separate rooms, I had drawn the line. I would give her sweet idea a chance, I thought, but I couldn't have slept without holding her in my arms.

I didn't know how I had managed not to touch her, but to be fair, I had to admit that we had been very stressed and busy planning and traveling to Costa Rica over the last few weeks.

"If you've lasted two weeks, surely you can last another two hours." she laughed as if my torture was so funny to her.

I glared at her. "You love to see me suffer."

"It will spice things up." She promised.

I stepped closer and smirked down at her. I was so hard in my fucking pants. "Spice things up, huh? You like to burn, baby?"

Reva's cheeks flushed red and she bit her lip, which I would love to see wrapped around something else right now. "I love to make you burn."

"Oh, I'm always on fire for you."

"There you are!" we both heard someone call behind us then and as I peered over my shoulder, an annoyed Dalrae was walking in our direction. "I've been searching the whole time!"

"We wanted a little break," I admitted as I stepped away from Reva but still stood close to her, taking her hand in mine.

"I organized everything on a schedule. You can't just run off." she scolded. Reva had left Dalrae to take care of the most important things because she knew how much she liked doing it. She was also very good at it.

"What's up next?" Reva asked, the huskiness of arousal still audible in her voice. Dalrae was too upset to even notice anything else.

"The cake!" she threw her hands up in the air and we both laughed.

"Sorry, right." Reva apologized and jammed her elbow into my ribs to make me stop laughing. "We're coming now."

We heard Dalrae sigh in relief before she ran off and we followed her. Reva put her finger to her lips, telling me to be quiet or Dalrae would chop my brains out.

We rounded the corner and as the guests came into our field of vision, I leaned down to Reva to whisper something for her ears only. "You riding my cock while bouncing your tits in my face is certainly going to spice things up."

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With a soft click, I closed the door behind us and the quiet night enveloped our room. We had danced, feasted, and laughed all evening and fatigue was slowly creeping into my bones. But I pushed it away because tonight I would do anything but sleep.

I loved my wife and seeing her so pretty and carefree laughing with everyone all evening showed me once again that her happiness was my personal goal. I loved her so much that I needed her like air to breathe.

This was no longer being a little horny or letting out the frustrations of the last two weeks. It wasn't a want. It was a need.

I felt it too when Reva turned to me, her dress as clean and innocent as her heart. The smile on her lips widened as she found my eyes glued to her and stopped in the center of the room. An invitation of sorts.

I came to a stop in front of her, her gaze never straying away. She took off her high heels and the height difference made her look up at me. Gray orbs screamed for me, the same want written in every fiber of her like a poem only I could read.

She was so beautiful that I had to burn her into my mind. I could remarry her every day, but maybe this moment would never happen again, which is why I wanted to immortalize it.

I brushed a strand of untamed hair from her face that had to have come loose during one of her wild dances a few hours ago. Even though I loved it when we were wild and reckless, I knew I wanted to cherish this moment like no other.

"You're looking at me like I hung the moon." she laughed shyly and lord I loved it so much when she turned shy all of a sudden.

"I admire you like someone would who watches the night sky."

I turned her around in my embrace so that we were both now facing the mirror. I towered over her as she leaned her head back against my chest and we stared at our reflection for a moment. How well we fit together.

A shiver ran down her spine and goosebumps formed on her skin as I slowly ran my fingertips down her bare arms. My lips traveled over her neck, the pulse beating so fast there, matching mine.

A gasp escaped her as I hit her weak spot that I could find blindfolded and a smirk formed on my lips. I loved seeing the effect I had on her.

"Undress me, please," she whispered, her voice echoing through the room like a breeze.

I smiled even more. "Sure I could wait two more hours, but you're the one who ends up desperate for me, huh?"

"Shut up." she scolded playfully, her hand now reaching back and pulling at the hair on the back of my head as her eyes fell shut with the sensation of slow kisses.

"The day you don't say that will be revalutionary."

"Here we go again." she giggled, "You shouldn't spend so much time with Seokjin."

I slapped her ass. "Don't mention another man's name when I'm about to fuck you on our wedding night."

She rubbed back against me and my erection got even harder. She knew what she was doing to me and that made her even hotter. I loved my wife so passionately and powerfully. "All talk, no action."

I thrust my hips forward, grinding against her ass. Fuck me, if I came, it would be really embarrassing. Placing a small bite on her shoulder, I decided to remove the veil from her hair. The strands fell in waves down her back.

It was like opening my personal gift that I had been waiting so long for. The anticipation burned in Reva's eyes as she watched me through the mirror. Slowly, I unzipped her wedding dress and dropped it at her feet.

God, this woman.

She had no underwear on except a flimsy white thong that attempted to cover her pussy in lace. Belly taut and nipples hard from the changing temperature, I eyed her from top to bottom. Mine. She was mine.

Cupping her breasts with my hands, I began to massage them as I always did, knowing it made her wet. Her head fell back against my shoulder once more and a moan erupted from her.

"Fuck, baby. I love these." I groaned into her ear before squeezing her nipples. Her breasts rocked heavily in my hand, so soft.

After giving her breasts all the attention I could, I let my hand trail down over her stomach and further into her thong.

"Shit, Reva." My hips ground in her direction. "So wet already."

"Just for you," she murmured in her smoky voice.

I couldn't wait any longer. I had to taste her. To be inside her. So I got on my knees and in one skillful move, I pulled her thong off her legs. I helped her settle one leg on my shoulder and kissed the inside of her thigh, which earned me a beautiful moan.

She was practically dripping down her folds, a testament to how much she wanted me. And fuck, how self-satisfied it made me to know that Reva had a weakness for me, my touch, and my words. The desperate look in her eyes always proved I was doing her right.

I finally closed my lips around her sensitive pussy and she almost slipped out of my grip. A hiss escaped, followed by a long moan as I ran my tongue against her opening and up to her clit.

I knew exactly where and how to lick and touch her to make her feel good. I had her memorized. Burned her into me. Her hand tightened on my shoulder, her fingers driving into my suit. The pants were starting to get uncomfortable now, my cock pressing painfully against the zipper.

I lapped at her pussy, devouring it like my favorite dish. Like a starving man. Reva pulled my hair as her moans turned into soft cries. My name repeated on her tongue as I finished her off with mine.

I added two fingers to my torture, pushing in and out so I got to hear even better how wet she was for me. It dripped down to my knuckles as I bit her thigh. A little sign that would remind her for days afterward how much I loved her.

Her pussy started to clench, her legs got all wobbly, making me support her with a hand on her ass, my fingers digging into her skin. A loud moan rang out as she finally came with my name on her tongue.

"Yes. That's it, baby," I encouraged, letting her ride out her high.

After she caught her breath and pulled me up to her, she shook her head. "It was a stupid idea. Let's never wait that long to fuck again."

I laughed against her lips as I caught her in a kiss that she mirrored with equal urgency. Swinging her legs around my waist, I carried her to the bed as she continued to rub herself against me. This woman.

I laid her carefully on the mattress, getting rid of my bow tie and then my suit jacket somewhere on the bedroom floor. My eyes darkened as Reva lay spread open in front of me, clammy skin glowing in the dim light.

My shirt, pants, and underwear followed my clothes and my cock was now pointing towards the ceiling with excitement. Reva licked her lips and I knew she wanted it in her mouth. But I was too far gone for that. I wouldn't last a minute and I was determined to come inside her.

I massaged the pre-cum around the head of my cock with my thumb and spread Reva's legs wider. "I can't wait to be inside you."

"Come here." she pulled me down to her and our mouths met again in a fiery kiss as I slid my cock up between her folds.

We fit against each other like gloves, so I didn't know where she began and I ended. She was my soul, my heart. She ruled every fiber of my being until the end of my days.

"I love you." she managed to get out between kisses and gasped as the tip of my cock slipped inside her.

"I love you more," I growled, thrusting into her fully. Reva's mouth dropped open and my breath caught at how well we fit together.

I pulsed inside her and she clutched me so tightly that it took me a few seconds to finally move. And fuck, the sounds she was making were like music to my ears. I thrust into her again and again and she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer, making us one.

I moved with her and our breath mingled. I was crazy about her scent, the softness of her skin, the way she smiled at me. Even now, though she could barely contain her moans as I thrust like there was no tomorrow. For us, there was only this, here and now.

The headboard of the bed banged against the wall, skin meeting bare skin filling our ears. I would never get enough of it. Enough of her. I was crazy about her.

"Yes, yes. So good." she moaned against my ear, scraping her nails across my back. Just like the hickey on the inside of her thigh, the scratch marks would stay and remind me of the unforgettable night.

"Right? So good?" I asked because she was always speaking my thoughts. She felt just as good to me as I did to her. "Fuck. So good it makes me want to come right now."

"Yes, please. I need it."

And that was the only thing for a man in love to fall apart. But she was there to hold me, to piece me back together. Even though I would fall into a thousand pieces, she was always there to pick me up.

I came so hard and long, my body trembling over hers as she reached her second high too. We moved against each other, with each other until we were both exhausted and done.

I laughed against her lips and her giggles filled my once pathetic life before I locked us in a kiss. We were always one in every sense and it would stay that way forever.

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A/N: Started in 2022 and finished in 2024 still (at least for me lmao). I'm sorry the epilogue took me so long. Like many other chapters in this book. I love every single detail about this story, even if I was frustrated at times. Sometimes I wasn't happy with myself and sometimes how everything felt. But I'm proud that I finished another book, I'm glad that I was able to put in a lot of feelings and that Jungkook and Reva's story captivated many. I can't thank you enough for sticking with this story for two years and believing in it. Thank you for rooting for the couple and empathizing. I wouldn't have gotten this far without your support! 🤍🫶🏼
I hope you enjoyed the epilogue and all the parts before it and were able to take something with you from the story. Please let me know your thoughts, because the comments in this book have also motivated me a lot! I'd love to know what you thought of the love between Jungkook and Reva, what your favorite chapter is, and what you think of the other characters! I love you guys, happy new year, and hope to see you in my next story!