The days crawled by, thick with suffocating tension. Tae moved through the wedding preparations like a ghost draped in silk. Every ribbon, every flower arrangement, Minjun’s cheerful chatter about venues and vows—it all scraped against her raw nerves.
She avoided Jungkook with desperate intensity, ducking into rooms when she saw his tall frame approaching, keeping her gaze fixed firmly on the floor during family dinners.






















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