You stand before a floor length mirror, running your hands over the smooth fabric of your dress, its hem gently brushing against the wooden floor. The dress has a fitted bodice with an intricately embroidered pattern, the long skirt billowing around you. Your messy curls have been tamed into an up-do with a few curls hanging loose. The pearl shaped hairpins shine under the lighting of the room.

On your neck sits a single white gold necklace, it's pendent winking at you under the warm rays that pour in through the ajar window.

As you twirl around feeling an odd child-like amusement in seeing your skirt sway, you catch the reflection of a dark figure in the mirror and freeze in place.

"Jimin!" you say in alarm, as panic begins to churn in your belly. "What are you doing here?? It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the ceremony. Get out!!"

Jimin pushes himself off the wall he's leaning against and walks towards you, hands still in his pockets. He looks around the room, eyes searching for something... someone. You see his shoulders sag with disappointment before his eyes come to rest on you.

"I'm marrying the love of my life today, I doubt bad luck can cause any damage." He gives you a lopsided smile and you feel the familiarity of your heart flutter. It's amusing how after so much time he still has that effect on you.

"How do you always know to say the most perfect thing?" You return his smile.

"You look so beautiful." He whispers in your ear making you chuckle.

"You don't look too bad yourself, Mr Park Jimin." Even though you're really underestimating his appearance he gives you a small graceful bow.

"Um... Jimin? Where's Jungkook?" You keep the nervousness hidden.

"Oh, you mean my best man? He's probably drunk and passed out somewhere." Jimin's nonchalance does nothing to improve your jitters.

"WHAT?!!" You almost scream. Jimin laughs at your expression and you swat his arm playfully, "That's not funny."

"It is funny. And to answer your question, the last time I saw him he was running around looking for a tie. He seems to have supposedly "lost" his."

You blow out a sigh of frustration and slump down onto a stool.

That man will never learn. If only I could help him out...

"Hey, you.. stop worrying." Jimin kneels down in front of you, taking your hands into his. "Jungkook will be at the wedding, I promise you that. Maybe a little under-dressed but he'll be there."

"Thanks.." You squeeze his hands but before you can say anything more you hear a loud gasp, making both of you bolt upright.

"What on earth are you doing here, Park Jimin?" Jin asks in shock his hand over his heart.

"Don't you know it's bad lu-"

"Oh, enough of that bad luck nonsense!" Jimin says exasperatedly.

"Hyung I can't find Jimin-" Namjoon says coming to stand next to Jin. As he takes in the situation before him his mouth forms an 'O'.

"Jimin! You're not supposed to be here!"

"Ugghhh!! Fine! I'm leaving!" Jimin throws his hands into the air and leaves the room but not before winking at you. Jin and Namjoon follow him like bodyguards making sure he won't return.

Jin turns around before leaving, "You look really pretty, Y/N. That idiotic dongsaeng of mine is one lucky man."

You blush at his words.

All the guests are seated and stir in anticipation as the time draws closer. Jimin stands at the alter wringing his hands nervously.

Every now and then he glances down the aisle, that is decorated with delicate flowers of baby pink, cream and peach with a touch of lace.

He looks over at his members that grin back, giving him a thumbs up. He wants to cover his face in embarrassment. But that's what family is like.. they embarrass you when least expected. Catching Taehyung's eye he mouths 'Jungkook' and the other merely shrugs.

Where is he?

The piano plays a slow melodic tone, Jimin turns his attention to the source of the music and sees his hyung's pale fingers move smoothly over the keys producing the angelic sounds. Yoongi turns around to flash Jimin a gummy smile before focusing back on the black and white keys.

The guests shift in their seats to look towards the entrance. Jimin holds his breath as his eyes fall on the bride.

She's looking only at him with a soft smile on her lips. That smile...Her movements are graceful, making her look as if she were gliding. Her dress flowing from her waist in waves of pearly white fabric.

The A-line dress fitted at bodice gently flares wider toward the bottom. Despite her choice of a simple dress to Jimin she's the most beautiful being in this room. As she comes to stand before him, he lets out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding.

"You should really close your mouth now." She teases.

He immediately shuts his mouth turning a bright shade of red which makes her giggle.

Jimin stops for a moment as he looks at the tiny necklace around her neck, a pendent sitting in between her collar bones.

The necklace he gave her... the start of their love.

Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him, your back against his chest.

"What took you so long?" You whisper, your eyes fixed on the alter.

"I'm sorry." He kisses your cheek. "You look gorgeous. You could give the bride a run for her money."

You chuckle, playfully elbowing him in his stomach, not at his compliment but at his poor attempt to change the topic. Your forehead crinkles in confusion as you notice Jungkook's tie. "I thought you lost your tie."

"My tie?" He looks down confused, his hands adjusting his tie when suddenly his expression changes. "Oh, no... that's what I told Jiminie Hyung. It was better than telling him I lost his wedding ring-"

"Jungkook, please tell me you're joking.."

"Why is everyone staring at us?" Jungkook's looking straight ahead now.

You look away from him to find hundreds of pairs of eyes looking in your direction expectantly.

"Ring" Taehyung hisses.

"Oh.. the ring.." You hear Jungkook say and feel sweat run down your back. Thankfully before you feel your heart give out he pulls a black box from his pocket. He opens the box for Jimin to take the ring. You do the same for the bride, beaming at her.

"I found the box in my jacket pocket... I was running around in vain." Jungkook explains as he comes to stand next to you.

"How did you even survive 21 years on your own?"

"I don't have to worry anymore. I have you." He squeezes your hand. You both turn your attention to the altar

"Park Jimin do you take Song Miri as your lawfully wedded wife?" The priest asks.

"I do."

Jimin doesn't hesitate one bit.

"Song Miri do you take Park Jimin as your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do." Miri repeats with no hesitation as well.

"You may kiss the bride."

You feels Jungkook's arms snake around your waist pulling you closer. "That'll be us, one day."

"You wish." You replies.

"What does that mean?" Jungkook frowns down at her, worry beginning to cloud his eyes.

"You haven't asked me yet." Mischief flickers in your eyes.

"What are you saying?!" He looks at her startled.

"Jeon Jungkook, will you marry me?"

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If you like someone you should make your feelings known, even if tradition says it's the man's duty. IT IS NOT!