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Taehyung grinned as he gave himself one final glance in the mirror, straightening his tie only because he was slightly nervous and not because it needed to be fixed. His black tux fit even better than he thought, with its dark color a pretty contrast against his sun-kissed skin. The only thing that pulled him away from his thoughts was the swing of a door and Namjoon’s tall frame coming into his view.
Even he was smiling brightly, his lips barely parted as he nodded his head. “You look great.” He reassured the younger boy. “Now, are you ready?”
Taehyung formed a million ways to say yes, every single one of them weighing heavy on his tongue but refusing to be voiced. So instead, he gave a nod before following him out into the hallway, where every decoration hung perfectly in its place. White flowers sat positioned along any surface, their sweet scent filling the air and making the butterflies flutter within his stomach. So many times he’d thought about his wedding day, about the moment he’d dedicate his life to someone. Though, never had he gotten so excited until he met Park Jimin and realized that no matter how many days they spent together, no matter how many kisses were shared or memories made, each one still felt like the first.
Grinning at the other four boys who stood split on each side of the alter, Taehyung beamed as he took his place in front of them with his heart racing and his hands pleasantly trembling. Somewhere in the distance of his mind, he could hear his friends chiming with words of praise and the families whispering while wearing grins of their own, though the only thing he could focus on was the piano that started to play and the thought of Jimin finally entering the room. Taehyung could only imagine how handsome he looked in his suit and how he’s sure that he’ll be smiling so hard that his eyes will be crescents.
Finally the door opens, and Taehyung lifts his gaze that had fallen to his feet.
But he’s too late; he’s always too late.
Opening his eyes with a deep breath, Taehyung swallows against the dry patch in his mouth, a grin forming on his lips and happiness blooming between his ribcage as he started to turn and face his lover, who was probably sleeping just as deep.
“Jimin, I had the best dream! I know it’s still a month away but it was our wedd-” He squeaked, before turning completely, and the hand that had reached out fell against cold sheets that were still made up. Just as he had several nights prior, Taehyung had furrowed his brow in confusion at the touch of his empty bed, his mind racing until it found Jimin’s wedding ring that remained in front of their picture on the nightstand. The happiness that blossomed within his chest quickly wilted, making his insides rot with the same fervor as he remembered. The sullen track of screeching tires and shattered glass played in his mind while he tried not to remember Jimin’s frail, lifeless body being wheeled away from the scene. Never did he want to think that he lived in a world without Park Jimin, the boy that colored his world and painted over any greys that hung heavy in Taehyung’s heart.
He never wanted to remember the fact that his world was now only covered in dull, lifeless colors. And he never wanted to remember that for the first time in 6 years, he was alone.