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fter two weeks of healing, Y/N’s injuries on her arm and leg were almost completely gone. During this time, something much deeper than just wounds mended—her bond with Yoongi grew closer, though Y/N still remained guarded. Yet, she couldn’t deny the change.

Yoongi's fierce possessiveness over her had mirrored in her own heart, as she found herself growing protective of him too, even if she wouldn’t admit it. Despite her natural defenses, she started to let the warmth of the Min family’s care seep through her carefully constructed walls.

Maria, Yoongi’s mother, had insisted that Y/N stay with them while she healed, and her insistence was unyielding. Fiercely protective of her daughter-in-law, Maria wouldn’t hear any excuses.

Although Y/N’s injury paled in comparison to the agony she had endured in the past, the nurturing attention from Maria was something new, something Y/N couldn’t bring herself to resist. For the first time, she allowed herself to be cared for. Deep down, Y/N relished the comfort and pampering from the Min family, though she’d never admit it aloud.

Still, she insisted on staying in a separate room from Yoongi. God knows why—maybe it was to maintain control, to keep a piece of herself untouchable.

And now, the day had finally come—the day that had stirred a storm of anticipation. Y/N and Yoongi’s wedding. The lavish wedding hall was nothing short of breathtaking, adorned with the rarest jewels that gleamed like stars across every surface.

The ceilings were draped in rich fabrics, sparkling chandeliers casting a golden glow, and towering floral arrangements of exotic blooms filled the air with a subtle, intoxicating fragrance. Each detail screamed opulence, wealth, and prestige, leaving the gathered guests in awe.

Every corner of the hall told a story of extravagance—rich, layered tapestries and gold-embroidered runners laid across the tables, silken drapes framing the space like a royal palace.

The guests, a mix of elite dignitaries and influential figures, whispered in stunned amazement at the grand spectacle. The wealth on display was overwhelming, yet tastefully arranged with an air of sophistication.

It wasn’t just a wedding—it was an event that demanded attention, an unspoken declaration that the union of Min Yoongi and Y/N was one of unmatched power and influence.

Yet, beneath all the glamour, there was a tension, a deep undercurrent of mystery, as if everyone knew there was more to this marriage than just the surface opulence.

The guests could sense it—something about this union was different, something untold lingered beneath the gold and jewels, behind the poised faces of the bride and groom.

The Min family’s aura of control and Y/N’s quiet power mixed like fire and ice, leaving everyone captivated by the sheer intensity of their presence.

Yoongi stood at the end of the aisle, exuding an air of proud, arrogant calm. Dressed in a sleek black tuxedo with a crisp white shirt underneath, he looked devilishly handsome, a vision of dark allure that made it impossible for the women in the crowd to look away.

His presence commanded attention, and the cool detachment in his expression only heightened his mysterious appeal. Among the captivated onlookers, Yumi was one of them—her eyes fixed on Yoongi with a pained expression. She couldn’t hide the longing that flickered in her gaze, the unmistakable ache of unrequited love.

But Yoongi didn’t so much as glance her way, his indifference cutting deeper than any words could. Yumi’s heart twisted with hurt, knowing that she would never be anything more than a ghost from Yoongi’s past. Beside her stood her husband, Jimin, his heart heavy as he watched the silent agony playing across Yumi’s face.

He knew too well that Yumi still harbored feelings for Yoongi—feelings that had never truly faded. She was obsessed with Yoongi, and it killed Jimin to acknowledge that he was just a placeholder in her life, a substitute for the man she truly loved. Despite this painful truth, Jimin’s love for Yumi remained unwavering. He would continue to support her, even if her heart belonged to someone else.

Today, they were the only representatives from the Kim family present at the wedding, the others staying back due to their family's difficult circumstances.

As the minutes passed, the atmosphere inside the grand hall thickened with anticipation. And then, finally, the moment arrived. The grand doors opened, and every eye turned to the figure stepping into view.

Cha Y/N appeared, resplendent in her wedding dress, a deadly beauty that stole the breath from the room. She moved with a confident grace, her every step radiating arrogance and power, as though the entire world bowed to her will.

Her lips curled into a smirk that conveyed an untouchable authority, one that could bring men to their knees.

Y/N was escorted by Hoseok, who walked by her side with a protective air, his eyes scanning the crowd with a silent warning. As they made their way toward Yoongi, Yumi’s jealousy flared like a wildfire. Her heart burned as she watched Y/N, the woman who now had Yoongi’s undivided attention.

Yumi knew she could never compete with someone like Y/N, who exuded a raw, fierce energy that drew Yoongi in like a moth to flame.

Yoongi, for his part, was utterly captivated by Y/N’s presence. His usually cold, impenetrable demeanor faltered as his eyes drank her in. She was beyond beautiful, more like a force of nature—untamable, radiant, and powerful.

She was like the full moon, ethereal and distant, yet warm like the blazing sun, impossible to define or compare. Her hair cascaded like a soft cloud around her shoulders, framing her sharp, striking features. But it was her eyes that held him—deep and dark, like two goblets filled with secrets, daring him to uncover what lay beneath.

As she finally stood before him, their eyes locked in an intense, silent exchange. Hoseok, standing beside them, placed Y/N’s hand into Yoongi’s, a moment charged with unspoken meaning. He didn’t utter the usual pleasantries, didn’t tell Yoongi to take care of her—because Hoseok knew that Y/N wasn’t the kind of woman who needed looking after.

She was more than capable of handling herself. What she needed was someone who could match her, someone strong enough to melt the icy walls she had built around her heart.

Before stepping away, Hoseok gave Yoongi a silent warning, a reminder that Y/N was not someone to be taken lightly. Though Yoongi remained impassive on the outside, he understood the weight of that look.

Y/N was a woman who could break hearts and shatter worlds, and Yoongi was already caught in her gravitational pull, helpless against the force that she was.

As the priest began his solemn words, Y/N and Yoongi stood facing each other, their gazes locked in an unbreakable connection. Y/N’s face resembled a serene lake, calm yet captivating, with her smirk resembling a blooming lotus flower, delicate yet defiant.

She was an ode to life, a melody that stirred something deep within him. In this moment, she was the intoxicating wine that filled his senses with an insatiable zest for obsession. She was the dream of every poet, and Yoongi found himself lost in the depths of her eyes, longing for nothing more than to steal her away from the world and confess how breathtaking she truly was.

If she asked for his life at that moment, he would have handed it over willingly.

“Min Yoongi, are you ready to take Cha Y/N as your wife?” the priest asked, and Yoongi's focus remained unwavering, still locked on Y/N’s mesmerizing gaze.

“I do,” he replied, his voice steady, but filled with an underlying intensity that only Y/N could perceive.

The priest then turned to Y/N, his question echoing in the air. “Cha Y/N, do you take Min Yoongi as your husband?”

Y/N’s lips curled into a smirk, that playful confidence radiating from her. “I do,” she replied, her voice sultry and assured.

With that, the priest declared them husband and wife, the words ringing with finality. “You may kiss the bride.”

The moment Yoongi had been waiting for. Y/N, with her audacious nature, stole a glance at Yumi, who stood nearby, her expression a mixture of burning jealousy and heartache.

Y/N’s smirk widened, relishing in the power of the moment. She turned back to Yoongi and, without hesitation, pulled him close by his collar, their lips finally crashing together in a bold, passionate kiss.

It was electric, an explosion of emotions that left Yoongi momentarily stunned. But as he recovered, he kissed her back with fervor, their connection deepening as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.

Cheers erupted around them, but in that blissful moment, they were oblivious to the world. Lost in each other, time faded away.

However, lurking in the shadows, Marco Romano, the infamous Italian mafia lord, watched the newlyweds from a distance, a smirk playing on his lips as he sipped his drink.

His eyes glinted with malice as he observed their kiss. “Ah, Yoongi’s taste is as wild as it is deadly,” he mused, his voice dripping with amusement. “That beauty belongs to Marco Romano alone.”

The kiss deepened, their breaths becoming ragged, and finally, they pulled away, staring into each other’s eyes, hearts racing. Yoongi chuckled softly, breaking the tension. “You never miss a chance to surprise me, do you?”

Y/N shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Surprises are my specialty.”

But before they could lose themselves again, the atmosphere shifted as Marco’s amusement darkened into something more sinister.

He leaned back against the drink counter, a predatory glint in his eye, savoring the drama that was about to unfold, the chaotic storm he would soon bring into their lives.

“I hope you enjoyed your little moment, Yoongi,” he called out, his voice laced with threat. “But this is just the beginning.”

As Maria came forward, gently caressed Y/N's head, her soft touch radiated affection. "Welcome to the Min family, Y/N," she said, her voice warm, before placing a tender kiss on Y/N's forehead Y/N felt an unfamiliar sense of comfort a warmth that tugged at her heart, a feeling she had never allowed herself to crave before.

Junghoo smiled, standing beside his wife. "Congratulations, Y/N. We're happy to have you with us officially," he said, his deep voice sincere.

Jennie, not one to miss out, rushed forward, her excitement bubbling over. "My best friend is now my sister-in-law!" She exclaimed, hugging Y/N tightly. "I'm so happy for you!"

Y/N smiled a little although her eyes are still blank , feeling the genuine joy in Jennie's embrace, but before she could respond, Jungkook stepped forward with a mischievous grin. "Congratulations, Y/N. but... I saw the kiss earlier. You were practically eating hyung's face!" he teased, winking at her playfully.

Yoongi's eyes darkened, glaring at his younger brother. "Watch it, Jungkook," he said in a low, warning tone.

Jungkook instantly paled, throwing his hands up in surrender. "I-I mean, Y/N can do whatever she wants with you! That's not my business," he stammered, trying to save himself from his brother's wrath.

Jennie snickered from the side. "Honestly, Jungkook, you should stop worrying about Y/N and Yoongi oppa and start thinking about Lisa."

Jungkook flushed, his eyes darting nervously to Y/N. "Uh... speaking of Lisa, Y/N, h-how's she doing?" he asked, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

Jennie rolled her eyes. "You know, Lisa's Y/ N's secretary, not the other way around," she teased.

Jungkook shot her a glare. "Maybe you should focus on Hoseok instead of getting in my business!" he fired back, and soon the siblings were bickering back and forth, just like always.

In the midst of the playful chaos, Yoongi leaned closer to Y/V, his lips brushing her ear. His voice was low, dark, and filled with possessive intensity. "Now you're finally mine," he whispered sensually, sending a shiver down her spine. "Completely. In every way."

Y/N turned her head slightly, meeting his intense gaze, her smirk just as dangerous. "And what makes you think that" she asked boldly, her tone teasing.

Yoongi's grip on her waist tightened as he pulled her closer, his lips hovering near her neck. "I knew it the moment I saw you. But now there's no escaping me, Y/N. You're bound to me-forever."

A slow smile curled on Y/N's lips, her eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and challenge. "Forever, huh? I guess we'll see who ends up chasing who, Yoongi."

Yoongi's gaze darkened, the fire between them burning even hotter. "Oh, you'll never have to wonder, Y/N. I'll always chase you, catch you, and keep you. Just as you like it

And in that moment, despite the noise of the playful siblings around them, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of them, a dangerous, electric connection crackling in the air, sealing their fate in ways neither could escape.

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