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Jimin's POV

18 February 2024
08h00 - Jimin's room

'I'm getting married!'

'Finally!'

I stood in front of the mirror in my room for the last time as a bachelor, straightening my bow tie.

Our wedding would be small, and quiet. We had a few guests, more from my side, considering that Haneul's aunt and uncle were the only family she had.

Haneul and I hadn't had much time to prepare, given the circumstances, but the little we had prepared was more than enough. My mother had arrived in Seoul yesterday evening, just in time to make sure that the bride and groom to be did not see each other for a whole night.

I suppose she knew my resolve would eventually crack and I'd go to Haneul to check up on her out of concern.

"It's customary Jimin." My mother had smiled at me as I pouted like a puppy for my wife-to-be.

Ever since we had gotten back from the station the day after Valentine's Day, Haneul had barely left my side. We had done almost everything together.

I had taken some time off work to spend with her and to prepare for the ceremony. And over the few days before our big day, we watched old movies together while cuddling on the coach and sharing a large bowl of popcorn. Haneul and I also cooked together. It was rewarding as we both learned to make each other's favourite foods.

Hand-in-hand, we walked around together, looking to pick out flowers, jewellery and shoes for our wedding day. I had already picked my tuxedo out and Haneul had picked out a dress with her Imo and a friend of hers by the name of Iseul.

All the while, her Imo and I had planned a surprise for her. Given that Haneul wouldn't have had much when she had moved in, her Imo had packed her a lovely trousseau, which had arrived yesterday after lunch, much to Haneul's surprise.

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The day before...

"Jimin! Omg! Look at this!" She called me, her hands covering her mouth in surprise.

"Yes?" I answered her, walking out of the kitchen, a white plate and an orange and white, plaid dishcloth still held in my hands as I rushed over to see what my fianceé had called me to see.

"Wow! Uh- what's that?" I asked, looking at the large wooden trunk that now stood in our living room. "How did the delivery guy manage to carry that in here?" I exclaimed in shock. I hadn't expected the delivery to arrive so soon.

"Oh- uh, he wheeled it in." She shrugged innocently, focusing on how beautiful the details carved into the trunk were as she ran her fingers delicately over the engravings on the trunk.

I looked closer and smiled to myself. Haneul's Imo had picked the perfect gift to her only niece. On the lid of the trunk, were little angels engraved, singing and playing the harp. Around the perimeter were grape vines and intricately carved flowers.

Seeing the bright smile on her beautiful face made it worth the trouble we'd gone through looking for the perfect trunk. She gently bent forwards to find the lock on the trunk, then crouched down to undo the latch.

"Omg, Jimin! This is beautiful." She exclaimed brightly, her eyes shining with tears.

"Do you like it?" I asked, feeling bashful about the whole thing, knowing full well what was inside. I held her in my arms, then gently dried her eyes with the dishcloth in my hand. The plate, surprisingly, was still in my left hand.

Imo asked me to pick out a few things I'd like to gift Haneul, and I'd boldly decided to get her something for our honeymoon, apart from the jewellery and make-up I added to the trousseau.

Feeling my face heat up, I excused myself from the living room, allowing my fiance some privacy to peruse the contents of the trunk.

"I'll be right back, just gonna finish up drying the dishes in the kitchen, okay?" I said to her, placing a kiss on her forehead. She nodded at me silently as she discreetly wiped away her tears that had freshly formed.

I knew it was hard on her. It was why I breathed in a sigh of relief when my mother knocked on our front door about six hours later. We were cuddled close on the livingroom sofa, binge watching Full House, a K-drama from the early 2000s.

"I'll get it." I said as I kissed her cheek. "It's probably my mother."

"Are you sure? Shouldn't I be the one to open the door for her?" Haneul panicked.

"Shhh... Calm down, Jagiya. Let me do this. It would be better for me to officially introduce you both." I squeezed her tight, placing another kiss on her forehead.

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It was good to see that my mother, an independent business woman, got along just fine with my fianceé, another independent business woman. Haneul and omma had instantly become friends.

"Come, daughter-in-law, let's see your trousseau. As I understand it, your imo would have sent you this?" My mother gestured for my fianceé to have a seat next to her on the bed in Haneul's room.

"Yes omma." Haneul shyly nodded. My mother had asked her not to address her so formally.

"Jimin-ah, you can prepare for tomorrow in the meantime, son. Haneul and I have a lot of lady stuff to talk about." Mother smiled at me, dismissing me.

As I walked away, a little annoyed by her bossy dismissive tone, I heard her complementing my fianceé on her manners as a bride to be. I shook my head to myself, grinning.

Haneul is the one for me and we're going to be married tomorrow.

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At the Church

"I can't wait to see her. What's taking them so long?" I muttered to Taehyung, whom I asked to be my best man.

"Relax, hyung. Haneul will be here soon enough." He whispered back to me, noticing my nerves acting up. His eyes lit up, a devilish smile formed on his lips.

"Oh no! Hyung, I think I forgot the ring at your house!" He said to me suddenly, his expression changing to a serious one for once, sending a mini-panic attack my way. My heart thudded in my chest as I patted the pockets on either side of the lapels of my tuxedo's coat.

Ssi-bal.

This was it. I'd die a virgin-bachelor right here at the alter.

My horror must have shown on my face, because Taehyung cracked up, the goofy little shit that he was enjoying my plight.

"You should see the look on your face hyung. It's priceless." He laughed, pulling out the tiny red box with the ring in it and waving it in front of me. I grabbed it from him, opening it to check the contents. Satisfied, I handed it back to him, glaring daggers at him just to make a point.

But, I did feel better. I wasn't hyperventilating anymore. I guess he'd done that on purpose. Little shit like him... Just wait and see what I do to him on his wedding day.

"Thanks." I muttered semi-greatful at my best friend for his whacky behaviour as my eyes darted over to Jin hyung who stood next to Tae.

"All the best Jimin-ah. You got this!" Hyung said to me with his signature wink.

Jin hyung's wife runs a wedding boutique, which was where we'd bought our wedding attire from. It turns out that it is indeed a small world, because Haneul was well acquainted with Iseul, hyung's wife.

"Thanks hyung. I can't wait to see how beautiful she looks in her dress." I caught myself before I started crying. I didn't like crying in front of people. Especially not my mother.

I looked over at the pews, the front rows were lined with friends and the few family members we cared about. Haneul had ran into a few of her regular customers and had invited them to our wedding as well.

One of my friends sat smugly as he watched the entire exchange between Tae and me. Yoongi hyung enjoyed troubling me. His two-year-old daughter, Ae-ri, was sitting on his lap, her thumb in her mouth. Yoongi hyung and his wife Ji-eun had come all the way from Busan for the wedding. We both training together at the academy before I was posted here in Seoul.

Next to hyung and his wife sat Hoseok hyung and his wife Minali, their son Seojin next to them. Namjoon, my mother's body guard sat with my mother on the other side of Yoongi hyung.

Jungkook and his wife, Soo-Ah had just walked in and had taken a seat next to my mother. That's when I heard it.

The wedding march had began, signalling the arrival of my bride.

"Good luck my boy." The priest whispered to me as I caught the first glimpse of Haneul. I nodded appreciatively, blinking away any tears that threatened to form.

Haneul stepped into the church, her Imobu walking her in, as is tradition (since he was her adopted father) with some of the cutest flower girls ever! Jin hyung's and Jungkook's daughters who were six and three respectively, sprinkled flowers along the aisle as they reached us at the alter. Behind them, walked Namratha, Taehyung's girlfriend who was a friend of Haneul's and her maid of honour. Imo followed with some of the other guests.

The dress Haneul had picked looked beautiful on her. The details were simple, yet effective and the veil was beautifully draped around her. She walked confidently up to me, her Imobu placed her hand in mine then walked back to the pews to take a seat with Imo.

"You look beautiful Jagiya. I love you." I whispered to her as I lifted her veild up to see her face. As we turned to face the priest, I noticed her blush adorably.

"You look amazing too Yeobo." She replied. The joy I felt in my heart in this moment was immeasurable.

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Haneul's POV

"I'm so nervous! Omg!" I muttered to Namratha and Iseul as they helped me get ready, feeling myself slowly begin to panic as the wedding jitters set in.

"You'll be fine. Just breathe." Namratha smiled at my reflection in the mirror as she helped me clip the veil on. "There we go. All done!" She said with a bright smile.

"You know Haneul, on the bright side, at least you don't have to look for excuses to see him anymore." Iseul said conversationally, handing me my bouquet. She knew my struggle to get Jimin's attention over the years.

"Yeah, at least you don't have to have those Officer specials, two glacé doughnuts with a free cappuccino, anymore just to attract a certain officer's attention." Namratha chimed in, teasing me.

We all laughed at that. They were my regular customers and over the years, I guess you could say that we became friends. Though I've never really met them outside of my coffee shop.

"Hey! It brings in business okay." I say to her, still laughing. "I can't help it if Jimin just happened to like those particular doughnuts more." I shrugged.

"Girls, it's time to leave now. Haneul, your Imobu is waiting for you at the door." Came the voice of my Imo. She dabbed her eyes as she walked in, looking up from her tissue at me.

"Oh, Haneul! You look so pretty today! Your mother would have been so proud of you." Imo hugged me and began to tear up once more.

"I'm glad I have you three with me." I managed to say, giving them a group hug, before breaking into tears.

"Hey, careful Haneul! Your make-up might smudge!" Iseul warned me.

"Lucky we got you water-proof mascara!" Namratha added helpfully. Though, in my opinion, all mascara smudged if the weather cried as much as I am now.

However, I felt myself smile at her resourcefulness. She was really sweet.

"Thank you Namratha and Iseul, I really appreciate both of you being here for me today. I know we aren't friends for too long, but I hope that since our partners are friends, we can see each other more often." I said to both ladies as I gave them each a hug.

Taking a final look at myself in the large mirror of the change room adjacent to the church, I unfold the veil and let it fall over my face, conceiling me from direct view.

"Hey, Haneul, is there any chance you could aim your bouquet at me later on?" Namratha asked me, surprisingly easing my anxiety with her jest.

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We made our way to the main church, where my Jimin waited for me.

The wedding march song had suddenly began, and I realised that someone was playing it on the piano. It was beautiful, but not as beautiful as the feeling I felt walking down the aisle towards Jimin.

"Surprise!" Iseul chirped behind me. "Jin said he'd play it live for you and Jimin!"

I didn't know what to say. It was hard enough trying not to cry again as I approached my gorgeous groom.

"Thank you Iseul. That's really sweet of him." I said to her, not looking back in case it was seen as rude. We were already in full view and Jimin's mother was smiling at me, her pearly whites visible from all the way at the doorway.

I gulped, gathering my courage and clutched the bouquet of flowers tightly as I made my way down, Imobu walking with me as Imo followed us behind with my maids of honour Namratha and Iseul.

"Don't over think it darling daughter. You're an amazing young woman and officer Park is perfect for you." My Imobu offered me some reassurance.

"I'm glad that you are here Imobu. Thank you for this." I added, almost at the alter.

"Good luck. God bless you both." My uncle said to Jimin and then to me, placing a peck on my forehead as he takes my hand and places it in Jimin's.

Jimin whispered something in my ear as he lifted my veil and we turned to face the priest. "You look beautiful Jagiya. I love you."

"You look amazing too Yeobo." I said shyly. I was scared that the priest would ask us to focus on the ceremony.

But I really wanted to kiss him... He looked dashing in the tuxedo he'd bought from the same boutique I got my dress at.

I felt safe and relaxed into the rituals that followed. We were among friends and family. More importantly, my groom was the Mafia lord for a very influencial mafia group in the country, and he happened to also be a police officer. His colleagues surrounded us, one of them playing the piano.

"Do you, Park Jimin, take Park Haneul to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The priest asked Jimin.

"Yes, I do." He smiled, looking into my eyes.

"And do you, Park Haneul, take Park Jimin to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest asked me.

"I do, always and forever." I say, looking Jimin in his eyes.

"Then, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride Jimin." The priest smiled at us then bowed.

We bowed in return, and then turned to face each other. Jimin wasted no time in taking my face in his hands and pressing his lips to mine, decently kissing me for a brief second before letting go of my face. As we kissed, our guests cheered and we both laughed nervously, looking up at them from the dias, our hands still clasped together.

"There's more where that came from, dearest wife." He whispered quietly in my ear as I glanced at everyone celebrating our happiness and congratulating each other. He had sent shivers down my spine with a single word. Wife.

At that precise moment, the church bells rang, announcing our wedding to the city.

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A/n: Hope you liked it. Thank you for reading 😊