Tied with a Vow

 Grand Ballroom, Seoul — Press, Flashing Lights, Fake Smiles

Jimin stood behind a velvet curtain, tugging at the stiff collar of his designer tux. "Why is it so hard to breathe in something that costs more than my college tuition?"

Lisa, his best friend and unofficial emotional support system, dabbed his forehead with a tissue.

 "Maybe because you're marrying the literal embodiment of a cold front?"

"You mean Ice Prince?" Jimin scoffed. "He probably practiced his vows in binary code."

"Jimin," she whispered, "he's literally walking down the aisle right now—"

Cue the music. Jimin peeked.

Jeon Jungkook was, of course, perfect. Charcoal black suit tailored within a millimeter of his life, hair slicked back, expression carved from marble. Cold, unreadable. Beautiful in the most infuriating way.

Jimin's heart stuttered. Then he rolled his eyes. "Ugh. Even his shadow looks expensive."

The Vows

Priest: "Do you, Jeon Jungkook, take Park Jimin—"

"I do," Jungkook said, smoothly, like he was finalizing a billion-dollar deal.

Priest: "And do you, Park Jimin—"

Jimin forced a smile so bright it might've cracked his cheekbones. "Sure, why not? What's one

 legally binding contract with a robot?"

Gasps. Jungkook's jaw tightened. His hand squeezed Jimin's a little too hard.

First Dance (Disaster)

The ballroom lights dim. The crowd watches with romantic sighs.

Jimin steps onto Jungkook's foot.

"Oops."

"Seriously?" Jungkook whispers, pained.

"You didn't program for spontaneity, huh?" Jimin grins, twirling clumsily.

Jungkook pulls him close, unexpectedly firm, whispering into his ear. "Keep dancing, Brat, or I'll carry you out of here like a sack of flour."

Jimin blushes. His heart? A traitor.

Wedding Night (Separate Rooms, Obviously)

Jimin bursts into the penthouse suite, tossing his shoes and collapsing onto the giant bed. He grabs a chocolate from the welcome tray and unwraps it.

Jungkook walks in, jacket off, shirt unbuttoned just enough to show sin.

"Don't touch the champagne. That one's real. The rest are props for the PR shoot tomorrow."

"Geez, thanks, Bunny Boss," Jimin mutters, biting into the chocolate anyway.

Jungkook freezes. "What did you call me?"

Jimin grins. "Bunny Boss. Because you pout when you're mad."

Jungkook turns away. "Sleep in the guest room. I don't snore, but I do bite."

Jimin throws a pillow at him. "Kinky, but no thanks."