JUNGKOOK AND Y/N'S WEDDING DAY--
Jungkook stood quietly by the entrance of the grand hall, adjusting the cuffs of his suit as he waited. The venue was elegant, softly lit by golden chandeliers, casting a warm glow over the marbled floor. This was the same place—the same venue mentioned in the wedding certificate Jungkook found. His feelings for Y/N and this place wasn't completely lost on him.
The wedding was private. Intimately quiet. From Jungkook's side, only his brother and hyungs were present—tense and distant, but still there. On Y/N's side, Jimin, Jennie, V, and Suga formed her silent support.
Jennie appeared from the hallway, gently holding Y/N's arm. Her smile was soft, but her eyes shimmered with emotion. She led Y/N to the entrance of the main hall and placed her hand into Jungkook's.
Jungkook: (fingers curled around hers instinctively) Ready? (he whispered)
Y/N gave a hesitant nod. Together, they began walking up the steps leading to the altar. The sound of their footsteps echoed in the stillness. Each step seemed heavier than the last.
As they reached the top, Jungkook felt a faint tremble in Y/N's hand.
Jungkook: Are you okay? (he asked, voice low) Did you not like this place? I saw it on the certi— (he stopped himself) I mean… it just seemed beautiful to me.
Y/N: (eyes were glassy) No, (she murmured) I like it. It just… reminds me of something.
Jungkook didn't press. Instead, he gave her hand a subtle squeeze, grounding her.
The officiant's voice cut through the silence.
???: By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.
Time froze.
It was the moment for a kiss, yet Jungkook hesitated. He turned toward Y/N and gently pressed a kiss on her forehead instead. She looked up at him, relief flickering in her eyes. Her expression melted into quiet relief. It was mutual—neither had wanted more.Y/N smiled as if she also wanted to skip kissing.
They turned to face the small crowd. Applause followed, awkward and restrained. His hyungs offered stiff congratulations, still grappling with the fact Jungkook had pushed this wedding through. But they played their part.
As Jungkook and Y/N began descending the stairs—those stairs—Y/N's breath hitched.
Gunfire. The memory, seared in her mind, flashed before her eyes.
She clutched Jungkook's hand, her nails digging into his skin.
Jungkook glanced sideways, eyes softening. He held her hand tighter.
Jungkook: You're okay, (he whispered) Everything's over. Relax now.
Y/N didn't respond right away. Once they reached the final step, she exhaled slowly.
Y/N: What's over? (she asked, her voice barely above a whisper)
Jungkook: (smiled faintly) The wedding.
Y/N: (paused, looking at him) You're leaving already? What about the dance?
Jungkook: (shook his head) I'm not into that. Besides, you look tired. Call Rose—she'll take you to the mansion. I've got things to handle.
Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away with his hyungs.
Y/N watched him go, an unreadable expression on her face.
Sunghoon stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
Sunghoon: Don't worry. I'll stay with you, (he said) Oh, and your wedding present is waiting at the mansion.
Y/N: (managed a small smile) I'm tired anyway. Skipping the dance is a good idea. Besides... it's just a business deal."
Jennie: (frowned) Are you sure?
Jimin: (crossed his arms) What the heck was Jungkook thinking choosing this venue? It's giving me chills.
Y/N: (looked up. Her voice was steady) He's already seen the certificate.
Suga: (blinked) Wait, what? How? Where did it come from?
Y/N: Jungkook had it all along, (her tone calm) He's trying to understand everything. His hyungs don't know… only Sunghoon does.
V: (grinned, the tension in his shoulders easing) That's good. Less work for us. Now it's all in your hands, Mrs. Jeon.
Everyone chuckled. Even Y/N smiled.
Jennie: Hyje In, Eun woo, Alexander and Chaoyue said congratulations. They are busy with their wedding things. They didn't got time to come here.
Y/N: Hmm. It's okay. I will invite them later when I'll get my Jungkook back, (she said, a glint of determination in her eyes)
Sunghoon: (nodded) And this time, I'm with you. (then he turned to Jimin) But why did you say the venue gives you chills?
Jimin: (looked away, voice low) Because Y/N was shot here. Right when she was walking down those stairs.
Silence fell.
Sunghoon: (jaw tightened) Damn. I should've made Jungkook change the venue.
Y/N: (shook her head gently) We cann't tell him about these things. It's in the past. I don't even remember the pain of the shot anymore.
V: (smirked) Yeah, but you should brace yourself for the new pain Jungkook's gonna give you.
Y/N: Yeah. This Jungkook is tough to crack. (joined the fun making everyone laugh)
Sunghoon brought Y/N to the grand mansion. Carefully, he helped her out of the car. Rose and a few maids greeted her warmly at the entrance.
As Y/N stepped inside, memories rushed back — this was the same mansion where Jungkook had kept her after kidnapping her.
Rose: (gently placed a hand on her arm) Let me show you your room.
Y/N: (followed her upstair) This isn't Jungkook's room? (she asked, pausing at the door)
Rose: (shook her head) No. Jungkook told me to prepare a separate room for you. This one's yours. His room is across the hall.
Y/N: (nodded with relief) That's good. I'd like to change.
Rose: (offered) Do you need any help?
Y/N: I can manage. I'd like to shower first.
Rose: Everything's ready inside. Go ahead. (said with a reassuring smile before leaving the room)
Y/N looked around. The room was spacious and elegant, with a large window overlooking the garden. After taking in the view, she grabbed some clothes and went to shower.
Later, she came downstairs and asked a maid about Jungkook.
???: He hasn't returned yet, miss, (maid said gently) Would you like to have dinner?
Y/N nodded but barely touched her food. After a while, she made her way to the main lounge, settling into a sofa to wait.
Sunghoon: (appeared) If you're waiting for Jungkook, you better not. He'll be late.
Y/N: It's okay, I will wait (replied softly) I'm not feeling sleepy.
Sunghoon offered a small smile, then said goodnight and headed to his room.Y/N waited... and waited... until finally, sleep claimed her right there in the lounge.
Much later, Jungkook entered the mansion with his hyungs. As they walked in, they paused at the sight of Y/N asleep on the couch. She looked peaceful—too peaceful. Before he could approach, one of the hyungs placed a firm hand on his shoulder.
Jin: Don't forget, (the eldest warned) This marriage is just a deal. Don't get attached.
Jungkook: (gave a slight nod) I know.
Jungkook glanced at his hyungs and gave them a subtle nod. They quietly headed to their rooms.
The house was silent — even the maids had retired for the night.
Jungkook slowly walked toward Y/N. He loosened his tie, his gaze fixed on her peaceful face as she slept. He stood in front of her, his eyes tracing the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed in her sleep. There was a softness to her face now — so different from the fear and anger he had once seen in her eyes.
He crouched down, resting his elbows on his knees. For a moment, he just watched her, lost in thought.
Jungkook: Why did you wait for me? (he wondered silently)
A strand of her hair had fallen across her cheek. Instinctively, he reached out and brushed it aside, careful not to wake her. Her skin was warm beneath his fingers.
Jungkook: Y/N… (he whispered, almost to himself. There was a strange tightness in his chest. He stood up and, after a short hesitation, scooped her up in his arms)
She stirred slightly, murmuring something incoherent, but didn't wake.
Jungkook carried her upstairs, his steps silent on the polished wooden floors. He pushed open the door to her room and gently laid her on the bed, pulling the blanket over her.
He stood there for a moment longer, gazing at her sleeping face.
Then, without a word, he turned and walked to the door. Just as he was about to close it, her voice, soft and half-asleep, stopped him.
Y/N: Jungkook…? You are back.
He paused, his hand still on the door.
Jungkook: Yeah. And… don't wait for me next time.
Y/N: I wasn't waiting for you, (she said sharply, sitting up) I just think you shouldn't lose yourself in all this mafia stuff. Take care of yourself for once.
Jungkook: (his jaw tightened) Mind your own business, Y/N.
Y/N: I am minding my business, (she shot back) You're my business now, whether you like it or not. I know this marriage is just a deal but I am saying it for your own good.
The air turned tense.
Jungkook: I don't need your concern, (Jungkook snapped) Stay out of it.
Y/N: You think pushing everyone away is strength? (she countered) It's not. It's cowardice.
His eyes flared with something unreadable—anger? Pain? He didn't respond. Instead, he turned and slammed the door behind him so hard the frame shuddered.
Y/N stared after him in silence, the echo of the slam still ringing in her ears.The silence after the door slam was deafening.
Y/N sat motionless, the blanket bunched in her fists. Her heart was racing—not just from the argument, but from the ache that always followed whenever he behaves cold like that. She exhaled shakily.
Y/N: This wasn't how things were supposed to go. I hadn't meant to start a fight. All I wanted was… for him to care enough to take care of himself. For him to look at me the way he used to—before the accident, before losing his memories, before the weight of the mafia world consumed him whole. But maybe that was not happening so soon. He doesn't even remember me properly.
That truth stung more than she admitted, even to herself. She'd hoped that something would change. That a flash of recognition would flicker in his eyes. That he'd remember their late-night talks, the stolen glances, the laughter that once lit up their small world. Instead, she got slammed doors and silence.
This can't go on forever.If she truly cared—and she did, more than she should—she had to find a way to reach him. Not by force. Not by arguments. But by reminding him, piece by piece, who he used to be. Who they used to be. She lay back on the pillow, eyes burning but refusing to cry.No, she wouldn't give up. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. He's lost… and she is the only one still looking for him.
Next morning:
Y/N woke up early, determined to see Jungkook off before heading to her office. She descended the grand staircase quietly, the morning light spilling through the tall windows of the mansion.
In the dining area, she found Jin, J-Hope, and Sunghoon having breakfast.
She glanced around. No sign of him.
Y/N: Is Jungkook already at the office? (she asked, trying to sound casual)
The maid, placing a dish on the table, shook her head.
???: No, Miss. He hasn't woken up yet.
Y/N: (hesitated) Should I… wake him up?
Jin: (didn't even look at her as he answered coldly) No, you shouldn't. You're here for protection, nothing more. Don't meddle too much in Jungkook's life.
Sunghoon: (sipping his coffee, gave a small shrug) Hyung, it's fine. Let her do what she wants. (On the surface, he sided with his hyung—but the slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips gave him away. Deep down, he wanted her to succeed. To get closer)
J-Hope: (sighed) Fine. Go then. If you can handle him.
Their expressions were strange—something between warning and amusement—but Y/N didn't linger to figure it out.
She climbed the stairs to Jungkook's room, pausing outside his door. She knocked gently before pushing it open.
The room was dim, the curtains only partially drawn. His shirt lay abandoned on the floor. Her eyes briefly swept over his figure—Jungkook sleeping soundly, shirtless, the sheets tangled around his lower half. His bare chest rose and fell slowly.
Y/N: He still sleeps like that, (she thought. A soft, fond smile tugged at her lips) How could I forget…
But the clock was ticking.
Y/N: Jungkook, (she said gently, stepping closer) You're going to be late.
No response.
She leaned in a little, reaching out to nudge him again—but the second her hand touched his arm, he moved with startling speed, grabbing her wrist and flipping her onto the bed. A gasp escaped her lips as she landed with a soft thud, Jungkook now hovering over her, his eyes narrow and sharp with irritation.
Jungkook: What are you doing in my room? (he snapped, his voice rough from sleep)
Y/N: (struggled beneath him) I was trying to wake you! You're late for work!
He glanced at the clock on his nightstand, then rolled off her and stood, running a hand through his messy hair. His back was turned, giving her a moment to catch her breath.
Sitting up, she adjusted her clothes
Y/N: Why are you like this? (she muttered)
He turned slightly, eyeing her with annoyance.
Jungkook: Why are you still here? You can go now. Unless… you want to help me shower too?
Y/N: (cheeks flushed) Who the hell wants to take a shower with you? I'm going.
She stood up quickly, brushing past him. But just before she reached the door, she stopped.
Y/N: You should try being human for once, Jungkook, (she said quietly, not looking back) It won't kill you.
And with that, she left the room—leaving Jungkook staring after her.
Y/N came downstairs, still annoyed by the way Jungkook had brushed her off. Her steps were firm, her expression unreadable—but the irritation simmered under the surface.
Sunghoon: (glanced up from his seat at the dining table and smirked) So… how was it? (he asked playfully) I hope he didn't eat you for breakfast?
Y/N: (shot him a glare) Shut up.
Sunghoon chuckled, clearly enjoying her flustered state.
The other hyungs looked at Y/N without a word—curious, maybe, or simply observing.
Moments later, Jungkook descended the stairs, now dressed in his usual dark suit, cold expression perfectly in place. His eyes briefly locked with Y/N's as he passed by. No words. No acknowledgment. Just a glance. He skipped breakfast.
The hyungs stood up to leave with him, but Y/N didn't try to stop him—not this time.
Just as he reached the front door,
Y/N: (she called out) Oh, Jungkook!
He paused.
Y/N: I'll be heading to my office. I'll be late tonight, (she added)
Jungkook turned slightly, eyes meeting hers again—this time for a second longer. Still, he said nothing, then walked out, the door closing softly behind him.
Sunghoon: (leaned toward her, elbows on the table) So tell me honestly… how's Jungkook with you?
Y/N: (let out a long sigh) Ahh… last night we argued. And this morning, he wasn't exactly happy to see me. He wasn't in a good mood.
Sunghoon: (nodded thoughtfully) Don't worry. It'll take time. These mafia responsibilities… they're killing him slowly. I'm just glad he's not directly involved in the shootouts anymore.
Y/N: (frowned) Tell me more about that. About the mafia stuff.
Sunghoon: (lowered his voice) After our father died… everything changed. He had been keeping tabs on Jungkook for a long time. When the right time came, he cut everything from his past—including you. Made you beleive that Jungkook was gone.
Y/N: (eyes widened) You mean… your father wanted to erase me from his life? But why?
Sunghoon: (said, voice tight) So Jungkook could focus solely on the business. Honestly… if I were stronger, I would've taken Jungkook's place. I don't have the heart for this world. He does… or at least, he is used to.
Y/N: (voice trembled slightly) How do I convince the hyungs to help me? To let me get close again?
Sunghoon: It's not easy, they are following my father's order, (replied) Right now, just focus on Jungkook. Win his trust first. That's the only way.
Y/N: (nodded slowly) Hmm…
That evening, after a long, exhausting day at the office,
Y/N returned home. The mansion was quiet. She handed her bag to the maid and asked,
Y/N: Is Jungkook back?
???: (maid hesitated) Yes, Miss. He returned earlier.
Y/N: (paused) Is something wrong?
???: (maid looked uneasy) Miss Y/N… you should go check on Sir Jungkook. He seemed… hurt.
Y/N's heart dropped. Without another word, she rushed upstairs.
When she reached Jungkook's room, she found the door open. Inside, the doctor was tending to Jungkook. The hyungs were there too—worried, tense, slightly bruised.
Before she could step in fully,
Jin: (barked) Sunghoon, take her outside.
Y/N: I want to see him, (protested)
Sunghoon: Please, (said gently, taking her arm) Come on. Let them work.
She reluctantly followed Sunghoon out into the hallway.
Y/N: What happened to him? (she asked urgently) Was there a shootout?
Sunghoon: (sighed) Yeah. But don't worry. He's got a few scratches. Nothing fatal. He just fainted—fatigue, stress. He'll be okay.
Y/N: (snapped) How can he keep working like this if he's already under stress?
Sunghoon: (looked down) Sometimes it happens. I think… his mind wants to remember. But his body's fighting it. And I wasn't there when I should've been. I'm sorry.
Y/N: (hands trembled at her sides) I'm scared, Sunghoon. What if he breaks before he even remembers anything?
Before Sunghoon could answer, the doctor and hyungs exited the room.
Y/N: (immediately stepped forward) Is he okay?
RM gave a nod to the doctor, who quietly excused himself.
J-Hope: (looked at her, voice calm but serious) He's fine. He's resting now.
Y/N glanced at them. They were bruised too. Hurt. She knew this wasn't the time to argue or ask questions.
So she quietly entered Jungkook's room.
He lay there on the bed, pale but breathing steadily. His arm was bandaged, and a faint line of sweat clung to his forehead.
Y/N walked over and gently sat beside him.
She took his injured hand in hers, careful not to disturb him.
He looked peaceful, and that scared her more than anything—because she knew how much war lived behind that calm.
She brushed his hair from his forehead with trembling fingers.
Y/N: I'm sorry, (she whispered) I should've been here. I should've known. How much more can you take before you breaks completely? You don't have to suffer. If someone will get hurt then it should be me. I promise I'll never leave you alone.
She didn't realize how long she sat there, holding his hand, her head slowly lowering to the mattress. Eventually, sleep took her too. And that night, for the first time, neither of them was alone.