VOWS OF A BEAUTIFUL LIE (TaeKook)
the bride in silk and silence
The perfume in the bridal suite was too sweet. It made Tae's headache
He stood perfectly in front of the floor length mirror, barely breathing, trying not to wrinkle the ivory silk gown clinging to his frame like a second skin. His ribs ached from the corset. The heels pinched his toes. The veil- veiled more than just his face, it hides the truth, wrapped it in luxury and lace
Behind him, a maid buzzed nervously, adjusting his train, smoothing the veil, murmuring complements
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Maid: you look like a dream, miss Lee
Taehyung flinched at the name
The real miss Lee was probably halfway across the Atlantic by now, on a yacht her parents secretly arranged. Far away from the marriage altar, from the general groom with the steel gray stare and chest full of medals
He only blamed himself for saying yes
The door creaked open, a woman entered, elegant, razor Sharp, dressed in navy blue silk and pearls. Lady Lee Ji Yeon
Lady Ji Yeon eyes scanned him critically, pausing on the faint stubble he had carefully shaved and powdered over
Lee Ji Yeon/ Ji eun mom
You will pass*she said flatly, stepping closer*
Lee Ji Yeon/ Ji eun mom
But remember, one mistake, and we all fall. If Jeon Jungkook find out that you are not Ji eun *she trailed off a smile tight* your life will be the least of your concern
Taehyung didn't flinch. He knew threats. Hunger had taught him worse
Kim Taehyung/MC
I understand
He said softly, his voice higher than usual, practiced, even and sweet
Lee Ji Yeon/ Ji eun mom
*nods in satisfaction* Good, you only have to be her, long enough to sign the papers. Once you are married we will stage an illness. A slow one. Quiet. The national will pity you, and the Jeons will have no reason to dig
Taehyung stomach twisted. He wasn't just a bride
He was a placeholder. A lie built to die
Lee Ji Yeon/ Ji eun mom
Now*glanced at her diamond watch* time to meet your husband
The cathedral was cold, despite the summer sun streaming through the stained-glass. At the altar general Jeon Jungkook stood like a statue, tall, broad, sharp as a drawn blade. His uniform was pristine. Every medal polished. Every emotion buried
He didn't believe in fair tales. This was an alliance, not wedding
Behind him, guests whispered: political leaders, press vultures, military elites. But Jungkook kept his eyes forward, spine straight, jaw tight.
The heavy cathedral doors creaked open
Small. Delicate. Fragile in ivory and lace. Head bowed, veil heavy over her surface
Taehyung walked slowly down the aisle, one step at a time. His heart pounded so loudly he was sure it echoed through the stained-glass. He couldn't see Jungkook clearly, only his silhouette, tall and unyielding like tower
His fingers trembled around the bouquet. Every step screamed liar. Every breath was borrowed time
When he reached the altar, Jungkook offered a hand
Taehyung took it. His gloved fingers brushed the cold metal of Jungkook's medals
Jeon Jungkook/ML
You are trembling*said quietly*
Kim Taehyung/MC
*forced smile* nerves*he whispered, pitching his voice light and feminine*
Jungkook turned to face him fully
And for a split second... His gray eyes softened
Jeon Jungkook/ML
Don't be afraid* he said surprising Taehyung*
But of what might happen... If he ever looked too close
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2025-06-12
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