5-The wedding

Jimin rolled over in his bed. What was the time? Why did it feel like he was being woken up earlier than usual? He pushed himself up into a sitting position, Taehyung was standing at the end of his bed, his hands on his hips, and he was wearing a bathrobe and his hair was damp like he had just finished showering. "Don't just sit there," said Taehyung . "You need to get ready. It's already close to nine."

Jimin juat sat there on the bed not moving as he stared at his cousin. Taehyung sighed before he clapped his hands together while he approached his cousin. "Seduler,seduler 서둘러" He said.Jimin got up from his bed and made his way to the bathroom.

(Come on, come on)

The warm water hit his  back,Jimin closed his eyes and threw his head back as he turned around and sighed. The water was now hitting his face. Another sigh escaped his lips before he opened heyes and turned the water off.

He put on a silver silk bathrobe and opened the door to exit the bathroom. Steam from the shower was behind him in the bathroom as though it were a fog.

He entered his bedroom and immediately his eyes fell to his bed. A suit, white as snow was laid down on the bed. It was a beautiful suit, he thought. The suit had some sort of material that sparkled when he moved his head side to side, and over this material was lace with beautiful designs. The sleeves of the suit were made of nothing but lace and the detail on this dress was breathtaking. He couldn't help the smile on his face as he looked down at the dress, but the more he looked at it reality was slowly taking over. He didn't want the suit. He didn't find it beautiful anymore. He wanted to find the nearest scissors and cut this suit into pieces.

His thoughts were cut short by the sound of someone knocking on the door and entering the room made him shake his head and look up. Taehyung and Jhope entered the room, all dressed up and ready. They looked beautiful. They both wore the similar suits.

Taehyung wore a long, V-cut , suit that had a cream material underneath the white lace which covered it. The lace had white purls and designs that made the suit look as though there was much detail on it. His hair was parted down the middle, he was wearing white lace shoe and his makeup was done nicely too; light pink lips,highlighter that would have blinded anyone, and an eyeliner so sharp that it could stab any man in the back.

Jhope wore a long, sleeveless dress that had a silver material underneath the white, shimmering lace which had beautiful designs all over the dress. His  hair was parted from the side and one side was held by two diamond bobby-pins. His makeup was much like Taehyung, only that he picked a more red-ish colour than the pink Taehyung had.

It's been a while, and Jimin was now putting on the suit. A few other guys were in the room with him, and not just Jhope and Taehyung . They were all wearing similar suits to what Jin and Taehyung were wearing. These guys, including Taehyung and Jin were jimin's bridesmaids, and he had five.

Paulo, the makeup-hairdresser done and amazing job. He didn't go crazy with his look. Actually, Jimin had more of a natural-look. All he had was mascara, eyeliner and a Matt lipstick colour that looked like he natural lips, only a slight shade darker. His hair was styled in a almost half up-half down do. His hair was parted down the middle , one on either side of her head met at the back. Jimin's suit flowed like water when he moved and it wast light. The suit was pretty , it looked light as air.

Jimin entered the bathroom. He wanted to be alone for a moment. He  placed his hands on the dresser that was in the bathroom and looked at himself in the giant mirror. This was the first time he had seen himself since before getting ready. Lord, he thought, it's all really happening. Seeing that he was fully dressed in the wedding dress and had everything on, this was felt much more real. He always dreamed of his wedding day. He wanted it to be a wedding many wouldn't forget and remember for a very long time.

He didn't even know when, but tears were running down his cheeks. He was crying.Jimin placed a hand over his mouth to stop himself from making any noise. He didn't want anyone know that he was crying. He shook his head, inhaled a deep breath and then sighed before opening the door.

Not moments later, there was a knock on the door and everyone turned their heads to see who it was. Yoongi walked in all groomed up. He was wearing a deep and dark, crimson red suit with some black on the blazer. He was wearing a white shirt underneath, black shoes and a black bow-tie. "Everyone is waiting downstairs," he said.

The car stopped outside of the church, but Jimin sat still in the car, waiting for his grandfather to get him so he could walk him down the aisle. The door to the car opened, and Jimin looked up to find his grandfather holding his hand out towards him.Jimin was helped out of the car by his bridesmaids.

The church had a smell. He didn't know how to describe it other than wood. And it was cold too. The stone walls were tall and the statues and paintings were so breathtaking beautiful. The torches on the wall and candles on the chandeliers all flickers as the breeze blew on them. The ceiling was tall and in the centre there were was a giant painting.

Everyone stood up when the song began playing, and Jimin entered. He felt his heart beat slowly pick up its pace. He clenched the bouquet of white roses tightly while he held onto hisgrandfather for dead life so he didn't trip and fall.

Jimin could see Jeongguk waiting for him at the alter with his back turned to him and everyone else. He saw the man standing next to him whispering something to him with a soft smile. What did he say? He thought. Did I do something? Did I almost trip? I don't feel like I did.

Nevertheless,Jimin shook his head and looked down at the ground until he reached the alter.Jimin didn't dare to look up, but he felt his grandfather move his arm and he then felt someone holding his hand. "You may now be seated," the priest said, and everyone took their seats.

During the ceremony,Jimin was in his own little world. He didn't pay attention to anything or anyone and this made the ceremony feel as though it was short. He didn't even realise that the priest had asked him a question until he felt a slight grip on his hands. He blinked and snapped back into reality. "Do you,park jimin take Jeon jeongguk as your husband?" He guessed that this was the second time he had been asked this question because it was short.

Jimin stood still and didn't make a sound. He could feel the pressure on him and he felt as thought it was getting hard for him to breath. He looked up at Jeongguk for a single moment, and he saw that he his face held an expression which he couldn't describe. He looked down on the ground and exhaled a soft sigh. "I do." He said, closing his eyes.

"By the power vested in me," said the priest. "I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss the groom."

Jimin froze when he heard the last words. A flicker of confusion went through his mind before everything cleared up. Of course. It was tradition for the newly wedded couples to kiss at the completion of the marriage ceremony. He had completely forgotten about that. How could he kiss Jeongguk though? Yes, he was his husband now, but he didn't even know him that well. They weren't even on proper talking terms and kissing seemed like a step too far.

He could feel eyes boring into him. His blue eyes snapped to his. He wanted to slap him right there and then.

Jeongguk calmly met his gaze as he took a step forward, his palm cupping his cheek. His other hand moved to his waist. As he started to lean forward, his eyes closed tightly like a child. He was so close to face that looked as though they were already kissing. However, instead of kissing his on the lips he kissed him just next to the corner of his mouth. Jeongguk let the contact last for a few, short seconds before pulling away. And somewhere in the background they could hear the cheering of the guests.

A massive crystal chandelier hung down from the tall glass ceiling, there were light on the walls that looked like torches, and the blood red velvet curtains were pulled back, letting the light in through the large windows that stretched from the ceiling down to the white polished marble floor, that looked as though it could have been a mirror. Tables were scattered around the room, but still left room for the dance floor and for people to walk around.

It's been a while since they arrived at the Hall, which was actually inside of a hotel. After the first dance,Jimin and Jeongguk were parted from each other by the guests. Jimin was on the dance floor dancing with everyone, while Jeongguk was going around and greeting everyone before he disappeared completely.

Jimin felt hot. The air conditioning wasn't really helping him and he felt thirsty. One of his bridesmaids, Taemin, fought his way through the crowd to reach him. Taemin had red hair that almost looked brown, sun-kissed skin and brown eyes. He held a wineglass in his hand that had cold water. He held it towards Jimin who took it and drank. He suddenly felt much better and thanked Taemin.

As Taemin walked away with the now empty wineglass, Jimin caught a woman eyeing him from one of the round tables. She had long, dark, dirty blonde hair that was pinned up into an elegant bun with diamonds going around it, tanned skin and blue-grey eyes. Her dress was silver and made from the finest material with shoes to match. This woman was Jeongguk's mother, and Jimin quickly looked the other way. But he couldn't stop thinking about the look his mother was giving him. It was a look of judgment, like she was observing him.

"Hey!" Jhope called at Jimin. "We need to get you dressed in the red suit. Come on."

The second suit that Jimin was now wearing was a red slick suit . There were red flowers embroidered on to the neck.

Jimin walked to the dance floor, the musicians picked up their instruments and began playing as people took turns to dance with him . And each time someone new went to dance with him they placed an envelope of money in this silver bowl.

This was the longest part of the wedding, which was why Jimin had on red flats. He dreaded lace shoes and could only wear them for so long.

He looked around the Hall, searching for Jeongguk who was still nowhere in sight. He shrugged and thought that maybe the youngsters took him somewhere to get him drunk. After all that's what usually happened during this part of the wedding.

A while later, loud applause broke from the guests.Jimin turned around, but didn't see what it was that got everyone so hyped up. He felt someone take his hand and then everything was spinning. Jeongguk twirled Jimin twice after he threw money into the silver bowl. And it wasn't a small amount.

After the second twirl he placed one hand under Jimin's legs and the other was on his back. He swept him off his feet and rushed out of the Hall to the hallway. But someone managed to steal his shoe and headband. The guests broke into another applause and the music changed pace into something. Much more faster and upbeat.

Jeongguk placed Jimin back down, his hands didn't leave his waist until Jimin pushed himself away from him. There was a moment of silence as they stood in the Hallway.Jeongguk watched Jimin , his cheeks were red and his skin was glowing. He watched as he tried his very best to avoid making eye contact with him. This made him chuckle, and Jimin snapped his head to his direction. He wanted to ask him what was so funny, but before he could they heard the doors to the hall open and this meant they it was time for them to return.

Jhope and Jeongguk's cousin,Namjoon were both standing at the dance floor; one held a shoe and the other the red headband. "Dear cousin," Jhope spoke first. "It appears you are missing a shoe and a headband."

"You don't say," said Jimin , sarcastically. The guests laughed.

"If you want your items back," said Namjoon. "We request a few things in return."

"And what is that you two request?" Jeongguk asked them, playing along.

Namjoon and Jhope turned around as to discuss what they wanted, but as soon as they turned their backs they turned right back to the bride and groom.Namjoon placed a hand on his cousin's shoulder and sighed. "Before we negotiate," he said. "Do you need a pen and paper to write this down?" The guests laughed once more.Jimin tried to hide her smile, but failed.

"I'll manage,sachon 사촌" said Jeongguk .

(cousin)

"Alright," said Namjoon . "So here it is; we request the subject of payment and a dance with the bride each." He paused and turned to Jhope. "Anything else?"

Jhope pretend to think before speaking, "two redbulls and two non-alcoholic beers."Jimin knew that what they really wanted was regular beer or even a single bottle of vodka, but they were woosies to even dare ask for real alcohol and it not because they were afraid of their fathers. No, but because they were afraid of their mothers.

Jeongguk sighed before he reached inside his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He took our two fifty notes in Euros and handed them to yoongi, and then he took out two fifty notes again and handed them to Namjoon.

Jhope walked from one of the tables and held two redbulls in between his fingers in one hand and two non-alcoholic beers in the other. Before handing them their requests, jhope motioned for them to follow him after the dance with the bride.Jimin didn't miss it, and knew that after the dance they would be giving a bottle of vodka in secret.

Before the dance,Jimin was taken to change into her third and final dress of the night. A simple but cute outfit. It was the kind of pink that someone turned when they blushed. The pink suit was almost the same as the first suit he wore, only that the sleeves where shorter and the lace had small diamonds scattered here and there. Once again,Jimin now he was no longer wearing red flats, but pink, much like the suit he had on.

After the dances it was already eleven, and from that point onwards Jimin was back on the danced floor with everyone else. He didn't even know when it was one in the morning and everyone was already leaving.

The Hall was almost empty, only a few people were still there. Jimin sat down and sighed as he closed his eyes. His feet were killing him and he was so tired that he felt like placing his head on the table and just fall asleep.

"Jimin ," came Bambam's voice, causing him to look up at him. Bambam was handsome, and Jimin saw him speaking to one of his bridesmaids, Taemin. He caught him blushing a few times and also Taemin only danced with him. Bambam was tall and well built. He had a mop of dark, dirty blond hair that looked more of a brown than dirty blond. He had tanned skin and blue-green eyes. "You and Jeongguk will be staying the night," he told him , and he felt his heart jump. He couldn't stay, he had to be somewhere in the morning. "Just go to the front desk and they will give you the key to the room" he said.

The walked from the Hall to the front desk was long. Maybe it was because she got lost and then ran into a staff member who pointed him the directions to the front desk. But nevertheless, he needed up finding it.

The reception of the hotel was luxurious. The floor was made of brown marble that was clean and polished. There was a chandelier that hung down from the high, glass ceiling which had a balcony going around. There was a sitting area with black velvet sofas and armchairs and a fireplace. There was a staircase with red carpet going all the way up from the front desk and where the elevators were. And the front of the hotel was made up of nothing but glass windows.

Jimin walked towards the desk and saw a girl with brown hair sitting back in her chair reading a Vogue magazine. The girl looked up from her magazine and when she sawJimin she placed it down. "Mr. Jeon," She said, with a smile.Jimin was confused for a moment, but then it all came to him. He was no longer Park Jimin , but Jeon Jimin . "Here is your room key," said the girl, as she handed Jimin a key. "Is there anything you need?" She asked.Jimin shook his head as he took the key from the girl, bid her goodnight and walked towards the elevator.

Once Jimin had reached the level that the room was on and also the door itself, he entered and was met with a large room that had a sitting area with a fireplace and leather furniture. The walls were a warm light brown colour that looked almost cream. The floor was made from hardwood and a single red carpet was under the coffee table where the sofa and armchairs were. There were two window, one on either side of the fireplace and a diamond chandelier hanging down from the ceiling.

Jimin then walked through the living room to get to the bedroom and saw that there was another door which led to the bathroom. He issaw that there was a single, king sized bed in the room, two night stands that had lamps and a balcony window which stretched from the ceiling down to the hardwood floor.

Jimin shook his head and blinked a few time, before he quickly changed into his pyjamas and went straight to sleep. He knew that was to be expected after the wedding, and he was not interested.

But that entire night, he was wide awake, afraid to fall asleep in case Jungkook tried anything. He felt this tightness in his stomach and a lump in his throat. He  felt sick from being so scared and nervous. His heart wasn't pounding inside his  rib cage so furiously that he was worried it'd jump out and run around the room.

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