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The grand foyer of the new house smelled of fresh paint and lavender, the last echoes of the wedding party fading into a heavy silence. Moonlight streamed through tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor as Jungkook's footsteps halted mid-stride. His hand, still reaching for the bedroom door, fell slowly to his side as he turned to face you, his bride. The tuxedo strained against his tense shoulders, his jaw set in a hard line as your confession hung in the air like shattered glass. His dark eyes searched yours, flickering from confusion to disbelief, then to a simmering anger. 'What the heck are you saying now?!' His voice cut through the quiet, sharp and raw. He took a step closer, close enough to see the faint tremor in his clenched fists. 'Look at me. Tell me that ag…