Chapter 1: The Cross-Village Wedding

Four days. Four freaking days of back-to-back spreadsheet audits, energy drinks, and a manager who yelled like a clogged vacuum cleaner. That was what it took to kill Jungkook, a 25 years old corporate slave. He remembered his heart doing a weird salsa dance, his vision going black against his keyboard, and then…... Nothing.

The smell of wet dirt. Chickens clucking. And a sharp pain in his head.

When Jungkook opened his eyes, he wasn't in his cubicle. He was lying on a hard wooden bed covered in a patched, scratchy green quilt. He looked down at his hands—they were smaller, smoother, and when he subconsciously checked his pulse, his fingers brushed against a faint, thin line on his inner wrist.

A birthmark? No. Wait.

Memory flooded his brain like a cascading server error. He had transmigrated into the 1970s rural countryside. He was still Jungkook, but he was now a 18-year-old Ger—a rare male identity in this era capable of bearing children.

Before he could panic, a digital chime echoed in his brain.

[Ding! Space Initialized.]

Jungkook closed his eyes and gasped. In his mind's eye, he could see a massive, 1-acre plot of fertile black soil, a sparkling freshwater spring, and a modern warehouse stocked with endless Things,Like rows of rice, flour, canned meats, and modern medical supplies,etc he couldn't completely see.

‘Holy crap,’ Jungkook thought, a manic, sleep-deprived corporate grin spreading across his face. ‘No KPIs. No Zoom calls. Just unlimited Free Supplies in my head. I’m rich!’

But he didn't have time to celebrate. Today was his wedding day. Because his parents had passed away, his older brother and greedy sister-in-law had eagerly arranged his marriage to a retired military man from the neighboring village, Red Maple Village, to lessen the burden on their small household.

Jungkook had to keep his space a total secret. In this era, having a magical dimension would get him labeled a witch or demon or hauled off to a government research facility.

"Jungkook! Get dressed! The groom’s procession has already crossed the river from the next village! They're almost on the dirt road!" his sister-in-law barked, throwing a stiff, bright red cotton tunic onto his bed.

Fetching the Bride: The Village Blockade

Outside Jungkook's brother's house, the entire village had gathered.

Down the dirt path came the groom's procession. In the 1974s, a retired soldier’s wedding was a huge deal. Kim Taehyung (23) rode at the front on a sturdy, Donkey Cart—the ultimate luxury item of the era. Tied to the back of the Donkey Cart were the bride-prices: twenty pounds of fresh pork, fifty pounds of polished white rice, and a shiny new Butterfly-brand sewing machine.

Taehyung looked breathtaking. He wore a crisp, tailored olive-green military uniform, his broad shoulders and tall frame making him look like a god among the dust-smudged villagers. Despite a slight, barely noticeable limp from a military leg injury, his posture was commanding, his sharp eyes scanned the crowd, and his jawline looked like it could cut glass. Behind him walked his mother, Eomma Kim, his 14 year old younger sister Jimin, and a flock of his village friends blowing traditional horns and beating small drums.

But they couldn't just walk into the house. ​Jungkook’s village relatives and the local youths blocked the front gate, grinning mischievously. This was the traditional "door-blocking" custom.

​"If the military officer wants to take our prettiest Ger, he has to pay the toll!" shouted one of the village Aunty.

Taehyung didn't blink. With a subtle, alpha-male smirk, he dipped his hand into his uniform pocket and pulled out a massive handful of Hongbao (red envelopes filled with small change) and rare, high-quality white rabbit candies. He tossed them into the air.

​"Pick them up! Pick them up!" the crowd roared, scrambling for the sweets and coins.

Taehyung’s best man and friends used the distraction to push through the gate, laughing and shouting victory cheers as they breached the first defense.

The Command: The Bridal-Style Carry---

Taehyung strode into the small mud-brick house, his heavy combat boots echoing on the dirt floor. He pushed open the bedroom door and stopped dead in his tracks.

Jungkook was sitting on the edge of the bed. The bright red 1970s bridal tunic contrasted beautifully with his pale, flawless skin. He had large, sparkling, doe-like eyes and a soft, naturally pink bottom lip that he was nervously biting.

25-year-old Jungkook was analyzing Taehyung like a high-stakes corporate merger, but his 18-year-old body was flushing bright red.

The heavy, raw masculinity radiating off Taehyung made Jungkook's breath catch. Oh, wow, Jungkook thought. My 1974s husband is an absolute snack.

Jungkook’s "bridesmaids"—a group of gossiping local village aunties and cousins—stepped between them, arms crossed.

"Not so fast, Groom!" the head auntie cackled.

"The road from our village to yours is full of rocks. According to customs, the bride's feet must not touch the dirt outside his maiden home today, or it will bring bad luck to his brother's house. You must carry him out to the bicycle!"

"Yes! Carry him! Bridal style! Let's see if the soldier's leg is strong enough!" the crowd outside cheered, peeking through the windows.

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