Pairing: CEO!Kim Seokjin x Gender neutral reader

Summary: All along, you thought that his brother was your groom.

Warnings: Unrequited love.

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"Seokjin, I need to talk with you," you said, entering your bride groom's room, in your wedding attire.

"Y/n," Jin said as he turned around from the mirror.

You stared at him for another minute and he nodded.

"Mom, dad," he said and his parents eyed you both slowly, but quickly walking out of the room, closing the door behind them.

"What is it?" The man in front of you asked, noticing how hyper you were.

"You're my groom?" You asked immediately and he gave you a confused look.

"Yes. What's the doubt with that?" Jin asked and your mouth parted slightly before you sat down on the couch, tears welling up in your eyes.

"And Youngjin is your brother?" You asked again.

"My younger brother. Yeah, and I'm more handsome than him, right?" He asked with a smile.

"I thought that he was the groom," you let out immediately and Jin stood there, frozen for a moment.

"What?" He asked as tears streamed down your eyes.

"I thought that Youngjin was the groom, and I fell in love with him. I never knew that y-you were my-" You halted on your words, letting out a shaky breath. "My mother was just talking randomly and I realized that he isn't."

You sat there with tear stained cheeks, at revelation that your love might remain unrequited.

"Youngjin has a girlfriend," you heard Jin say and let out a sob. The person you fell for was never yours.

Time skip~

"I can take the couch," your now-husband said and you looked at him.

"That isn't fair. We can sleep on the bed. Just place a few pillows in the middle," you replied and Jin (-Seokjin) nodded.

"You can go and change into some comfortable clothes. The bathroom is there," he said.

"Thank you," you said, unzipping one of your suitcases, taking out your pajamas and walking towards the bathroom.

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You've never been filled with love like a calm brimming vessel. You had to rather suffer in it, as a tree might suffer a cold wind, and the image of a coldness was somehow mingled with your dreams of marital love.

It frightens you how practical you can be, how cold, even with your own. The cold got into your bones, and no matter how many logs you throw into the fire, you'll never feel truly warm.

You knew that there was no point in arguing at the last minute. You agreed to an arranged marriage for the development of your and 'your husband's' companies in the first place, and you're convinced that it's your fault- falling for the wrong groom.

It was an overlooked love. And you can't do it anymore. Your love ended even before it could start.

Damn! You saved your first kiss, and you lost it to just another merely handsome face. By the fact that the 'merely' handsome faced man lost his first kiss to you too, you really couldn't care less.

You've now cried over a broken heart. You've heard what it feels like, and it didn't feel like this. Your heart felt not so much broken as just...empty.

It felt like you were an outline empty in the middle. The outline cried senselessly for the absent middle. The present cried for the past that was nothing.

Your marriage, your husband knew now, as he must have always known- your marriage was like a long drink of water so icy it turns the teeth to diamonds in your mouth. A drink of water from a frozen fountain, two months long.

Through the glass doors of the balcony, Jin, sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard, stared dully at the desolate, cold sky of the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He had loved an angel and he still does.

The unknown grayish mystifying forest behind the mansion was numbed into frost-covered cold, the tremendous pines towering above the dark marshy soil.

"Are you trying to get a divorce?" Jin asked out of the blue and you stared at him from the other side of the bed.

"Are you?" You asked back and he looked at you.

"No," your husband replied as you turned off the light switches near the nightstand, covering yourself with the duvet.

"I'm not trying either," you answered with no inflection while Jin slipped under the duvet you share with him and, of course, the pillows as a barrier between you both like every night.

"You know, even though you place these pillows between us, you just throw them away in your sleep," the man lying beside you said and you opened your eyes.

Blinking a couple of times, you sighed.

"You're right," you mumbled before shoving the pillow barrier to the floor, making yourself comfortable on the bed once again.

The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. You like to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to your chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.

It feels like you and your sleep are perfect for each other. But the alarm tries to break you up. And every night, you have to apologize, 'My sweet sleep, I'm sorry that we broke up this morning. I want you back!'

"You want to fall in love?" Jin asked, turning his head to look at you.

"I want to fall asleep," you said, yawning slightly. "What do you want?" You asked, turning a little to meet his eyes.

You both barely know each other. I guess that is every relationship. You start with nothing and maybe end with everything.

"I want you to love me, Y/n," he started. "I want you to trust me enough to let me love you, and I want you to stay here with me so we can build a life together. That's what I want."

You stared at him with a loss for words until you could put it all together.

"What have we become?" You asked. "Jin, you could have it all- my empire of dirt. But I'd let you down. I will hurt you-"

"But I know," Jin cut your words off. "I know that you won't hurt me. Your grievances are like a handful of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone," he said.

"I want us to be a family, not just in front of others. And I love you even more," he confessed. "And when I say I love you more, I don't mean I love you more than you might love me. I mean I love you more than the bad days ahead of us, I love you more than any fight we will ever have. I love you more than the distance between us, I love you more than any obstacle that could try and come between us. I love you the most."

Jin waited, for a while- a phrase whose length can't be measured. At least by him who's waiting for your answer.

He knows that waiting hurts. Forgetting hurts. And not knowing which decision to take can sometimes be the most painful. But you knew.

"Seokjin," you called, still looking into your husband's eyes while placing your hand on his wide shoulder, his heart skipping a beat as you kissed him.