Reunion pt.1

                                    

                                          
Upstairs, a tender scene unfolded as Jungkook enveloped Jennie in his arms, her head resting gently on his shoulder. I perched on the edge of the bed, silently observing the affection between them. Jennie had drifted into a peaceful slumber, cradled by Jungkook's protective embrace.
Turning my gaze to Jungkook, I couldn't resist a teasing smile. "You're smitten with her, aren't you?"
His response was immediate, a mixture of denial and surprise evident in his voice. "What? No!" His words came out in a hushed whisper, careful not to disturb Jennie's sleep.
Suppressing a chuckle, I leaned in closer, challenging his façade. "Oh, come on, Jungkook. The notorious playboy like you doesn't just put everything on hold for a girl unless there's something more."
Before he could protest further, I interjected with a knowing grin. "Believe me, she feels the same. Despite the arguments, I've seen her smile around you more than anyone else."
"Really?" His eyes widened with a hint of disbelief.
"Trust me," I reassured him with a warm smile.
A flicker of a smile played on Jungkook's lips as he glanced down at Jennie, his expression softening with affection. Witnessing their connection, my heart swelled with happiness for my sister, a feeling no one could dampen.
Days had passed in a blur of routine and isolation. No one sat together at the dining table anymore; everyone fended for themselves when it came to meals. The sisters had completely avoided each other, creating an atmosphere thick with tension. It had fallen to me to plan the wedding, a task that consumed my days and nights. Taehyung often lent a hand, and the boys pitched in whenever they could, their efforts providing some much-needed support.
The girls, however, were conspicuously absent from the wedding preparations. They had been uninvited, a decision that left them focused solely on their ongoing mission. Despite their best efforts, they kept hitting dead ends. Each lead fizzled out into nothingness, adding to their growing frustration. The air was heavy with a sense of stagnation, as every attempt to make progress seemed to be thwarted by unseen forces.
Finally, the awaited day arrived for Jennie to embark on the quest for her dream gown. Stepping into the bridal boutique, we were enveloped in warmth and excitement, greeted by hugs and kisses from Mrs. Kim and our mother.
"You two look absolutely radiant! I can see my sons are treating you well," my mother-in-law beamed with pride, her joy infectious.
"Thank you, Mrs. Kim. They really are," I replied, returning her warm embrace.
Our mother chimed in, "Where are your sisters? Why didn't they come with you guys?"
Jennie glanced at me before replying, "They had other plans, I suppose."
Just then, the designer, Ciara, made her grand entrance, poised to guide us on this pivotal journey.
"Welcome to my shop, ladies. I am Ciara, and today, I have the pleasure of helping you find the perfect dress," she announced with a gracious smile.
" Hello, welcome to my shop my name is Ciara. I will be your guide for today to find the perfect dress. Which one of you beautiful ladies is the bride-to-be?"
Jennie raised her hand, " That would be me."
My mother-in-law's response was simple yet resolute. "No budget at all. I'm paying," she declared, her determination unwavering as she presented her platinum card.
"Seo Hyung, you're doing it again. I am paying," my mother refused, her tone firm yet gentle.
"What? No! After all, it's my useless son who decided to get married to your beautiful daughter. The groom's family should be paying for the damage," Mrs Kim countered, her playful banter tinged with maternal pride.