MR.JEON 💜📖 Part 38 Walking Down the Aisle to Him
The garden looked like it had been taken straight out of a dream.
White lilies stretched across the entire pathway, their petals glowing softly under rows of warm candlelight. The evening breeze carried their sweet scent through the air, mixing with the quiet murmur of guests waiting patiently in their seats.
There were no reporters.
No flashing cameras.
No headlines waiting to be written.
Only the people who had been there from the very beginning—the ones who had seen the chaos, the struggles, and the quiet moments in between.
Tonight wasn't about the CEO of Jeon Group.
Tonight was about Jungkook and Y/N.
At the front of the altar stood Jeon Jungkook.
His black suit was perfectly tailored, sharp enough to make any boardroom fall silent. His hair was neatly styled, and his posture was straight as always.
But anyone watching closely would notice something unusual.
His hands were shaking.
He adjusted his cufflinks.
Then again.
And again.
And again.
Beside him, Mr. Han watched with growing amusement before finally leaning closer.
Mr. Han:
"Sir... if you adjust those sleeves one more time, they're going to fall off."
Jungkook exhaled slowly, rubbing his palms together before fixing his sleeves once more.
Jungkook:
"I would rather sit through ten board meetings than walk the next five minutes."
Mr. Han raised an eyebrow.
Jungkook:
"My heart is beating so loud I can barely hear the music."
Mr. Han chuckled softly, though his eyes glistened slightly with emotion.
He reached forward and straightened Jungkook's tie like an older brother might.
Mr. Han:
"That's because you're not a CEO today."
Jungkook glanced at him.
Mr. Han:
"You're just a man in love."
For a moment, Jungkook didn't respond.
His eyes drifted toward the far end of the aisle.
The doors were still closed.
But he knew what was waiting behind them.
Mr. Han cleared his throat and patted Jungkook's shoulder.
Mr. Han:
"Stand straight, Jungkook."
A small smile appeared on his face.
Mr. Han:
"Your bride is coming."
Across the aisle, Hana clutched her bouquet tightly.
Her eyes were already red from crying, and she kept dabbing them with a tissue every few seconds.
She sniffed loudly.
Hana:
"I can't believe this is actually happening."
Beside her stood Min-Jae, dressed in a tiny version of Jungkook's suit. The oversized confidence on his face made him look far older than his age.
Hana wiped another tear.
Hana:
"Our Y/N is marrying the boss."
She let out a dramatic sigh.
Hana:
"I'm going to have to be so professional at work now."
Min-Jae tilted his head.
Hana:
"No more gossiping about his scary CEO voice over coffee."
Min-Jae crossed his arms thoughtfully.
Min-Jae:
"Don't worry, Hana-noona."
She blinked.
Min-Jae:
"I'll give you inside information."
Hana frowned.
Hana:
"What?"
Min-Jae nodded proudly.
Min-Jae:
"For a small fee, of course."
He puffed his chest out.
Min-Jae:
"Being the CEO's brother-in-law is basically a full-time business."
Hana stared at him.
Hana:
"You're twelve."
Min-Jae shrugged.
Min-Jae:
"Successful entrepreneurs start young."
He leaned closer and whispered dramatically.
Min-Jae:
"I already made a list of Jungkook-hyung's weaknesses."
Hana raised an eyebrow.
Hana:
"Oh really?"
Min-Jae nodded seriously.
Min-Jae:
"Number one: Noona's cooking."
He held up another finger.
Min-Jae:
"Number two: when she gives him that scary look."
Hana burst into laughter.
Suddenly, the music shifted.
The soft melody of the string quartet floated through the garden, and every guest instinctively turned toward the entrance.
The large wooden doors slowly opened.
Silence fell over the garden.
And there she was.
Y/N.
She stood at the entrance like a vision.
Her gown shimmered under the candlelight, delicate lace flowing across layers of silk that moved gently with the breeze. The soft veil framed her face, making her look almost unreal.
But what made the moment truly special was the person standing beside her.
Eomma.
Her mother held her arm proudly, her expression glowing with emotion that words couldn't quite capture.
They began walking slowly down the aisle.
With every step, Jungkook felt his breath disappear.
He had faced hostile investors.
International media scandals.
Corporate wars that could destroy companies overnight.
But nothing had ever made his heart race like this moment.
Eomma noticed the way he stared.
She leaned closer to Y/N as they walked.
Eomma:
"Look at him."
Y/N glanced up.
Jungkook hadn't blinked.
Not once.
His eyes were completely fixed on her.
Eomma smiled warmly.
Eomma:
"That's a man who would burn the world down just to keep you warm."
Y/N's cheeks flushed slightly.
By the time they reached the altar, the entire garden was holding its breath.
Eomma gently took Jungkook's hand.
Then she carefully placed Y/N's hand into his.
Her voice softened.
Eomma:
"Jungkook..."
He looked at her respectfully.
Eomma:
"I'm giving you my world."
She squeezed their hands together.
Eomma:
"Make sure it stays bright."
Jungkook bowed deeply.
His voice carried quiet sincerity.
Jungkook:
"I will guard it with my life, Mother."
In the front row, Jungkook's father watched the moment quietly.
For years, the Jeon family had been known for its power, discipline, and cold reputation.
But tonight, the Chairman simply looked like a father watching his son find happiness.
A genuine smile rested on his face.
He glanced toward Eomma and gave a respectful nod, silently acknowledging the bond between their families.
Then he whispered softly to himself.
Father:
"She did it."
His gaze returned to Y/N.
Father:
"She brought my son back to me."