2 days for wedding💍

Y/N'S POV:

And just like that, I agreed to marry Taehyung.

Two days. That's all I had before I walked down the aisle, before I finally faced the consequences of my choice-the consequences of choosing a man simply because he was sweet, despised Hello Kitty band-aids, showed signs of ADHD, and, most importantly, saved my cat without a second thought, even if it meant ruining his ridiculously expensive suit.

It was absurd how unproblematic I was. How my reasons for choosing Taehyung felt as simple as making a new friend in kindergarten. Maybe it was because I wanted to cut the chase-skip the exhausting process of meeting a hundred suitors, sifting through pointless conversations, only to risk disappointing my parents by rejecting a match as great as the Kim family's only heir.

Now, sitting alone at our pre-wedding party, surrounded by thousands of guests exchanging pleasantries over a marriage arrangement, the weight of it all hit me.

Taehyung and I had only been on five dates. Five. All orchestrated by our families. And he barely talked about himself-his preferences, his habits, his conditions.

But honestly? It was kind of cute. He never once brought up business. Instead, he asked about my well-being, surprised me with thoughtful gifts, and somehow managed to praise the same chef for different dishes without realizing it. Apart from staring at me like I was an idiot for laughing at my own silly jokes, he did... nothing.

Yet, none of it made me doubt my choice. If anything, it only deepened my curiosity.

He was something else-too intelligent, too kind, too considerate... too effortlessly adorable.

And all I could think was-how did I, of all people, end up with him?

As I stood with my family, my gaze instinctively shifted to him.

Taehyung.

So quiet amidst a sea of people, so composed even as he greeted the guests. His smile-so subtle, it was almost imperceptible.

I studied him carefully, my curiosity deepening.

What kind of man was Taehyung?

And why was I so completely lost in him?

Absentmindedly, I pulled my phone from my purse, intending to capture a few stolen moments of him from afar. I clicked a couple of pictures when-

"Hi!"

A voice, cheerful and unexpected, broke through my concentration.

Startled, I flinched as a blond-haired man suddenly popped into my frame, effectively ruining my shot. His bright smile stretched across his face, eyes disappearing into crescents as he waved at me with stubby fingers.

"Stalking someone, beautiful?" he teased.

Flustered, I immediately lowered my phone, feeling the weight of sudden attention on me. Even Taehyung's gaze had shifted toward us. Pressing my lips together, I straightened as the man coolly took his place beside me.

He smirked. "By the way, I'm Park Jimin-CEO of the Food Department at Kim Empires in Korea and Taehyung's best friend." He extended a hand with undeniable confidence.

I raised my brows, my lips pressing into a guilty pout.

"Oh, don't be so awkward," he chuckled. "That guy is your man, after all."

His easygoing nature made me relax, a soft huff of amusement escaping me.

Jimin grinned mischievously. "I might keep this whole stalking thing a secret if you agree to elope with me and leave that cold-ass man behind."

Rolling my eyes, I let out a small laugh. "Nice try, Park Jimin. But your tricks won't work on me-I'm marrying your friend in two days." I pouted playfully.

"I know," he sighed dramatically, then leaned in with a smirk. "Where were you all this time? Had I met you earlier, I would've definitely married you instead."

I laughed, shaking my head at his antics.

This man was trouble.

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But... instead?" I teased, tilting my head. "You already have someone?"

"A tragedy for the ladies, right?" Jimin sighed dramatically, shaking his head. Then, with a playful smirk, he added, "My wifey knows taekwondo, so you better keep your moves to yourself, lady." He chuckled, finally wrapping up his little performance.

I let out a breathy laugh. Jimin was funny-effortlessly charming and easy to talk to.

"You should've brought her," I whined, crossing my arms.

"Oh, she's coming to the wedding, obviously," he said, taking a sip of his drink. His tone softened slightly as he added, almost to himself, "My love's kinda a workaholic."

I raised a brow at his fond tone. "You sound so whipped," I teased.

Jimin scoffed, but his smirk gave him away. "Says the one who was just secretly clicking pictures of her fiancé like a lovesick teenager."

I gasped, lightly smacking his arm. "I was not-"

"-You totally were." He grinned. "But don't worry, I'll keep your secret. We're friends, after all."

Friends.

I smiled at that. Somehow, despite his playful nature, Jimin felt easy to trust.

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Since Jimin and I had been talking for a while, he naturally stayed by my side as we all moved to the main dining table-the heart of the room. Surrounded by family and close friends, we settled in. Jimin sat beside me, while Taehyung took his seat directly across.

Dinner began, and unsurprisingly, Jimin was the life of the table. He kept me entertained with ridiculous stories, cracked jokes between bites, and even whispered quiet judgments about certain guests, making it hard not to laugh.

But despite being engaged in the conversation, I couldn't ignore Taehyung's subtle glances from across the table. He wasn't talking much-hardly a word, in fact-but his eyes kept flickering toward Jimin, observing his endless chatter.

After Dinner - Dessert Time

As the plates were cleared, Taehyung suddenly stood up, straightening his suit. "The dessert's on me tonight. I hope you all enjoy it." With that, he gave a small nod and sat back down.

The servers arrived with the cake, and at first glance, it looked... normal. A beautifully decorated chocolate cake, rich and inviting.

Or so I thought.

The moment I took a bite, my jaw froze. Something should not be in there. The sweetness of chocolate had been violently interrupted by something... green. And bitter.

It took me a second to process. Then realization hit.

A. Broccoli. In. A. Cake.

My throat protested as I tried to chew. My eyes burned. My soul questioned its existence.

I swallowed painfully and turned to Jimin-only to find him in the exact same state, eyes glassy, expression torn between horror and betrayal.

Glancing around, I saw it wasn't just us. The entire table was struggling, shifting uncomfortably in their seats.

Except for one person.

The alien among us.

Kim Taehyung.

While the rest of us reevaluated our life choices, Taehyung sat there, calmly enjoying his cake, his expression content-as if he were savoring the finest dessert in the world.

I leaned in, my voice a strained whisper. "Jimin... I think they made a mistake. I just bit into broccoli. In a cake."

He exhaled shakily. "It's not a mistake," he muttered, my voice filled with quiet horror.

My lips parted. "You don't mean-"

"It's his invention, isn't it?" He whispered, my gaze locked on Taehyung.

Jimin hesitated before giving a small, defeated nod. "Yeah. Taehyung's latest masterpiece. Broccoli cake. He eats it almost every day. Says it's the perfect balance of health and taste."

"Health and taste?" I scoffed under my breath. "This is supposed to ensure taste?"

My eyes shifted back to my future husband.

He sat there, content, utterly unbothered, finishing his abomination of a dessert while the rest of us silently suffered.

And in that moment, as I forced down another bite, one thing became painfully clear.

This was just a trailer of what I was getting myself into.

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