The next day

Dad was furious, despite me telling him that I couldn't marry Jungkook this weekend. He wasn't even willing to listen.

"Aappa, I have the biggest deal of my life. I can't miss it! You know I won't be able to work if I marry him. How am I supposed to collaborate?" I pleaded, my frustration reaching its peak.

Jimin and I had worked tirelessly for this moment—our dream was finally coming true. The company I built from scratch was about to partner with the biggest dealer in China. How could I just walk away from all of this and get married?

"If that's your concern, I'll talk to Jungkook. I'll ask him to give you 15 days before you agree to stop going out after marriage," Dad said firmly.

I wished Oppa were here. He would have taken my side, but he was busy handling things in Busan.

After few minutes,

Dad left after speaking with Jungkook.

"I'm okay with extending it for only 15 days after the wedding this weekend—no more than that. We'll have a private ceremony with just our families, no one else. On the 15th day, once your project is complete, we'll publicly announce ourselves as husband and wife," Jungkook stated firmly.

"I... I'm fine with it," I replied, knowing I had no choice. Arguing with him was pointless.

To be honest, I couldn't shake the feeling that everything that happened yesterday was orchestrated by Jungkook himself. But why do I think that? Because he never even tried to look for me. Instead, he sent Taehyung the entire time. For what? How did he know exactly when that person was about to attack me? And why did he push me away as if he were trying to save me?

I know I need to talk to Taehyung. He might not believe me, but I have to tell him. I need to find out exactly what Jungkook is planning.

"Amma?" Junghoon called out.

"Yes, Junghoona?" I responded.

"Haraboji said you're going to marry Appa. But isn't he already your husband? Then why do you have to get married again?"

"Umm... why don't you ask your Appa about it?" I suggested.

"Appa told me to ask you because you're smarter than him," Junghoon replied innocently.

"He said that?" I thought to myself. That brat is just trying to save himself.

"Junghoon—"

Before I could say anything more, Jungkook's voice rang through the house, cutting off our conversation.

"JUNGHOON! HARABOJI AND TAEHYUNG ARE CALLING YOU!"

Jungkook entered the room.

"I read your papers—the agreement. As per your request, I can extend the deadline by only 15 days to complete the event. After that, you'll have to start working from home."

"Thank you," I replied.

"But I can't agree to giving you a separate room," he continued. "Your father has high hopes that, despite everything, things might work out between us. Besides, I would never want Junghoon to have any doubts about our relationship."

"Uhmm... o-okay," I murmured, unsure of how to respond.

"I'll ask the maid to move your belongings to my room today itself. Now, get ready—we need to go pick up a few things for the wedding."

How can he say these things so casually, as if they don't even matter to him?

Time skips,

I stood near the boutique that Jungkook had booked just for us.

"Ma'am, sir, let me show you the way," an attendant said, guiding us inside.

"Who should we start with?" they asked.

"Her."

"Him."

We both spoke at the same time. I turned to look at Jungkook, only to find him raising an eyebrow at me with an amused expression.

"Let's start with me," I decided.

"Ma'am, here's our latest collection. Over there, we have the most popular designs, and these are some traditional options..."

The moment my eyes landed on a particular dress, the attendant's voice faded into nothing more than a whisper lost to the wind. I walked toward it, unable to look away.

"That's a very beautiful dress," the attendant said. "We assure you, you'll look like a princess in it..."

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"Jimin, what do you think of this? Isn't it so pretty? I'd look just like Hailey Baldwin!"

"It's pretty, but I think this princess-style dress would make you look absolutely gorgeous," he suggested.

"But that would make me look even shorter than I already am," I whined.

"Isn't that exactly what I want?" he teased.

"Huh?! YAAH, PARK JIMIN!!!" I glared at him.

"I'm just joking! Hahaha," he laughed. "No matter what you wear, Y/N, you'll always be my wife."

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"Ma'am, Ma'am! This is a great choice, but wearing it might make you look shorter," the attendant said.

"I was just—anyway, I don't want this," I replied, waving it off.

As I walked further, I absentmindedly picked out a gown without even looking at it. "Pack this for me."

"Sir, Ma'am has finished selecting. How about we show you—"

"You can choose one that complements hers," Jungkook interrupted. "I look good in everything. Also, I want it ready by Thursday."

'I lOoK gOoD iN eVeRyThInG.' What a narcissist, I scoffed internally.

I made my way toward the washroom when I noticed a couple browsing through wedding dresses.

"She looks like she's pregnant," one of the staff members whispered.

"Isn't that cute?" another responded.

I saw the woman pick out a princess-style dress—the same one I had been staring at earlier. It seemed like she wanted it too.

I heard screams echoing through the boutique. Curious about what had happened, I stepped forward.

"I WANTED THIS DRESS! WHY IS IT TORN INTO PIECES?!" someone shouted.

"WHO DID THIS?" the manager demanded.

"JUST CHECK THE CAMERAS!"

"Sorry, ma'am, but there are no cameras inside the changing room," an employee explained.

"What kind of shop is this?!" the argument continued.

I glanced at Jungkook, who was standing beside me.

"We should go home," I said quietly, looking straight ahead.

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It's been so long... where is she? Why hasn't she come out yet? I mumbled to myself while searching for her.

Just as I was about to call her name, I saw her entering the changing room, holding a pair of scissors she had picked up from outside.

Silently, I stepped closer and peeked inside—only to find her destroying the very dress she had been admiring.

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Why would she do that? Why would she ruin the dress?

She walked ahead of me, but before she could get into the car, I grabbed her hand.

"Why did you tear the dress? It wasn't yours, and you didn't pay for it."

"I didn't... I just didn't want them to lose their happiness," she murmured before slipping into the car.

I suddenly recalled her father's words:

"Jungkook-ssi, it's a sensitive topic for YN... You know that, right? She must have told you. I hope you understand her. She isn't a bad person, but sometimes... she makes herself look like one just to protect someone else's happiness."