THE WEDDING NIGHT

A long historical royal drama

The palace never glowed this bright

Golden lanterns floated in the lotus ponds, casting a mirror image of heaven upon the water. Crimson banners stretched across the courtyards, fluttering like the breath of gods. Musicians played slow, ceremonial music from the pagoda, their strings trembling with reverence. Tonight was no ordinary union. Tonight was the marriage of the century— The Crown Prince of Joseon, His Majesty Kim Taehyung, marrying Jeon Jungkook, son of the richest noble family in the south. No concubine. No distant noblewoman. The prince was marrying a man, and the court couldn’t breathe for how scandalous, beautiful, and terrifying it was.

Inside the royal wedding chamber, the candles burned tall, flames swaying like dancers. Red silk draped from every wall. The bed was high and wide, layered with lotus-embroidered quilts, and petals scattered from the ceiling to the floor.

And there he sat.

Jeon Jungkook.

Only eighteen. Soft-skinned, wide-eyed, wrapped in scarlet hanbok threaded with gold tigers and phoenixes. His lips were rosy from cherry tint, his hair brushed down his back like ink poured from heaven. His hands shook in his lap as he waited. Not from fear. From awe. His parents—Lord Namjoon and Lady Jin—had personally accompanied him to the palace gate hours earlier. They bowed to the Emperor, beamed at their son, whispered blessings into his ears.

Now the wedding is done

The wine was drunk

The blessings were cast

He was in the royal bed waiting for his HUSBAND.......

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The door cracked

Jungkook turn quickly

It is his maid lily, his most loyal servant from childhood

she stepped in silently carrying a herbal tea

lily bowed and left with a light heart

Jungkook looked down at his hand which is red from the ceremony

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Thennnn

A pluse

A burn

A flash

Suddenly the air shifted

His chest tightened

Sharp pain across his skull

FLASH

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A scream

His mother....Died in his arm

His father ...slashed through his chest

His friends ...lifeless

Taehyung holding a blood stained blade eyes filled with ice

jungkook 's breath catch

His vision blurred

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His finger tremble against the silk

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Flash

The dagger in his own chest

Flash

A hand around his neck

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Blood in his mouth

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. . . . Jungkook's POV

Jungkook jolted, breath ragged,eys widened

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clean, young , untouched

he touched his face

no stab , no wound ,no scar

the intense still burn

the slik bef is untouched

His voice shook

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