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from: taetae, January 6th, 2017 3:18 pm
guess what I learned today!!!!!
to: taetae, January 6th, 2017 3:19 pm
!!!!!! tell me
from: taetae, January 6th, 2017 3:19 pm
that really fancy hotel by the river is hosting a bridal show tomorrow
from: taetae, January 6th, 2017 3:20 pm
lets go!!!!!!!!!!
to: taetae, January 6th, 2017 3:20 pm
but neither of us are getting married??? Or even in a relationship for that matter???
from: taetae, January 6th, 2017 3:21 pm
so? you pay 5 bucks and then you get to eat all the food you want
from: taetae, January 6th, 2017 3:22 pm
it’s like a buffet but super cheap!!! lets go!!!!!!
to: taetae, January 6th, 2017 3:23 pm
I guess im not doing anything…
to: taetae, January 6th, 2017 3:24 pm
ok!!!!!!!!!!
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Taehyung is bouncing on your doorstep when you answer it, one of his infamous grins already in place.
“I’m so excited!” he crows, reaching out for your hand by instinct and you smile.
“Tae, let me lock my door,” you remind him, gently shaking his hand off yours.
He offers you a sheepish smile, taking a step back so you can exit your apartment, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m just so excited! There’s gonna be so much food!”
You laugh, jiggling the doorknob to make sure it’s properly locked, before Taehyung is slipping his fingers back through yours and dragging you down the hallway. The door at the end of the hallway opens and one of your neighbors, Namjoon, steps out. He smiles when he sees you, eyes dropping down to your tightly interlocked fingers, before returning his gaze to you with raised eyebrows.
“Are you guys going on a date?” he teases, but Taehyung is oblivious.
“We’re headed to the bridal show.”
Namjoon is obviously surprised, “A bridal show? You two aren’t even-”
“If we don’t leave we’re going to be late and miss all the good food!” Taehyung seems distraught by this thought, tugging on your hand to get you moving down the hallway. You throw Namjoon a look over your shoulder, one that says ‘What can I do?’ as you allow Taehyung to pull you into the elevator.
Taehyung chatters excitedly the entire trip to the hotel, his palm warm and soft against yours. You’re worried he’s going to complain at some point about your palm getting sweaty, but he merely plays with your fingers and picks at your chipping nail polish as the bus chugs along. You’re pressed tightly against each other in your seats, even though there’s plenty of space for you to spread out. Taehyung has his ankle hooked around yours and he’s swinging your feet lightly, his eyes darting between your face and out the window as he talks about cake and flowers and possible wedding venues and “Do you think they’ll let you try on wedding dresses?” and “Oh my God do you think they have tuxes for dogs?” and “I hear June weddings are really popular but I want to get married when the snow is just starting to melt; new beginnings and all that jazz, you know?”
A little old lady keeps glancing your way, a small smile on her face like she knows a secret you don’t. As you glance back at Taehyung, you hope you’re not blushing too much.
“We’re here!” Taehyung announces happily, like the bus driver hadn’t just done it, and as you’re standing to exit the bus the little old lady turns to you.
“He looks so excited to plan your wedding,” she smiles, sweet and cheeky at the same time, “I think a spring wedding would suit you two well.”
“O-Oh no, we’re not-!”
Taehyung is pulling you along before you can tell the lady that you’re not getting married, that you’re not engaged, that you’re not even together. The lady waves goodbye just as you duck out of the bus and you’re a little more than flustered as Taehyung guides you through the entrance of the hotel, marveling at the grandiose lobby and following the cheesily scattered flower petals that lead to the grand room the bridal show is being held in.
“Hello!” the woman tending to the registration table greets you both enthusiastically, “Ah, I see we have a groom to be and his blushing bride joining us today!”
You immediately blush and your first instinct is to deny her claim, but Taehyung steps in and smoothly lies for the both of you, “She does have a beautiful glow about her, doesn’t she?”
Your blushing for a different reason now, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear as Taehyung enhances the lie by smoothly sliding an arm around your waist.
“She’s radiant, and shy,” the woman laughs, “Soon-to-be-wedded get a discount rate, three each.”
Taehyung slides her the cash and smiles widely when she hands him the tickets.
“Let’s go eat cake!” he tells you excitedly, the registrar lady laughing as he pulls you into the room before his jaw drops at the sheer magnitude of wedding items laid before you both.
“Woah,” he breathes and you echo him, trying to take everything in.
There are aisles upon aisles, each boasting wide selections of appetizers, entrees, and cakes, tuxedoes, dresses, and veils, color schemes, centerpieces, and bouquets.
“Where do we start…?” you wonder, glancing up at him to see his eyes darting around furiously to take everything in.
It takes Taehyung only a moment before he’s tugging you along, coming to stop in front of a booth manned by a sharp featured, but very handsome, man who immediately turns to cater to you despite the flock of people around his booth.
“Welcome, welcome! Please, try a little of everything! The food has to be exactly perfect to match a perfect wedding,” he smiles and you swoon a little, leaning into Taehyung as you gaze at the man and not the food, “My name is Seokjin; tell me, have you picked a theme for your wedding?”
“A-Ah…” you stumble over your words, trying to get over exactly how good this man looks while also thinking of a convincing lie.
“We’re thinking of having it outside,” Taehyung cuts in, the arm around you tightening a little, “There’s just something sweet about getting married in nature isn’t there? What kinds of foods do you think would suit an outdoor wedding?”
Taehyung is so effortless in his lies, beginning to weave a web you can only hope to follow.
“Ah, a little non-traditional, but still beautiful. I would go with some lighter, more down to earth foods, no fish. I think a salad would be good for your appetizers, but maybe a pasta salad, something non-traditional to match your non-traditional wedding. Here, try this.”
Seokjin thrusts a plate in your faces, handing Taehyung chopsticks as you take the plate.
“Oh, it smells amazing,” you marvel, watching as Taehyung brings a bite to his mouth.
His eyes widen as he chews and he turns to you excitedly, “Holy shit, try this!”
And before you can take the fork from him, Taehyung is bringing his hand to your mouth, eyes curved in a smile as he waits for you to open. Conscious of Seokjin watching you, you let Taehyung feed you.
“Oh, holy shit,” you whisper, “That’s so good.”
Taehyung laughs, the sound carefree and so happy and you can’t help but join in, swallowing and opening your mouth for another bite.
“Good right?!” Seokjin is excited, putting more food on a plate as you and Taehyung giggle over the pasta, “For an entrée, may I recommend…”
Fifteen minutes later you and Taehyung are waddling away from Seokjin’s booth, stuffed to the brim with the most delicious food and a business card tucked into Taehyung’s wallet.
“I can barely move,” you groan, leaning into Taehyung as you shuffle down the aisle, listening to booth owners shouting out to try and lure you into seeing what they have to offer, “I just wanna take a nap.”
“No, no naps yet,” Taehyung protests, “I haven’t even seen you in a wedding dress yet.”
“I’m not trying on a wedding dress!” you snort, turning to glance at a flower booth, your nose brushing against his arm, “Let’s look at these flowers.”
Taehyung nods, linking an arm with yours as the booth attendee greets you.
“Hello, hello! Welcome to Min’s Flowers!” he greets you, “Oh, what a cute couple.”
Taehyung grins at him, squinting his eyes a little to read the man’s nametag, “Jimin? Is that why it’s called Min’s Flowers?”
Jimin blushes slightly, “Ah, actually, my husband and I… our last name is Min and since my name is Jimin we just… it’s supposed to be cute…”
You giggle as you reach out to lightly touch a few flower petals, “No it is cute; adorable, actually. Is your husband here?”
Jimin glances behind him, a fond look in his eyes as they settle on a smaller man wrapping flower bouquets, “Yeah, Yoongi is right there.”
You smile at the way Jimin is looking at his husband, glancing up at Taehyung to see him already looking down at you, softly smiling down at you.
“Anyway! You’re not here to listen to me babble; have you decided on a color scheme?”
You pause for a moment, seriously giving your future wedding thought. You think about the delicious pasta you just gorged on, that goes so well with an outdoor wedding and-
“If we got married outside, what flowers would you recommend?” you ask.
“Oh, an outside wedding! How romantic!” Jimin squeals, and Yoongi looks up at the sound, the crease in his eyebrow smoothing out when he sees it’s his husband, “What season are you thinking?”
Taehyung opens his mouth, but you cut across him, “Just as spring starts; new beginnings, you know?”
You give Taehyung’s arm a squeeze before you let go, smiling as you pick up a bouquet. You can pick out lilies and orchids, and a few hints of baby’s breath, as you bring it to your nose.
“These are beautiful,” you sigh, “Are there white roses in here?”
“White roses are supposed to symbolize purity, innocence, newness, perfect for a spring wedding, right? There are also a couple of peonies and the most simple of all flowers, daisies.”
You turn to Taehyung, holding the bouquet out to him and he holds your hands as he smells the bouquet, his eyelashes fluttering as some of the petals brush against them.
“Beautiful,” he echoes your sentiment, but he’s not looking at the flowers. He’s looking at you.
You bite your lip, Taehyung slowly letting your hands go as he turns back to Jimin.
“How much is this bouquet?”
“Take it,” a gruff voice cuts in and you startle, seeing Yoongi step up beside his husband as he places a hand on his waist.
“Oh, no, no, we can pay-”
“Nah,” Yoongi waves his free hand, “it’s cool. Besides, free advertising for us.”
Jimin nudges his husband, an exasperated look on his face as you thank them both profusely.
“How long have you two been together?” Yoongi asks and you try not to look so flustered.
Taehyung is on the ball, though, the words tumbling from his lips before you’ve even fully processed the sentence, “Well, we’ve known each other forever, but we’ve been dating, what, two years sweets?”
You face heats up at the pet name and Taehyung smiles at you, booping your nose as your clutch tightly onto your new bouquet.
“Childhood sweethearts?” Yoongi asks and you can only nod dumbly, adding in a feeble voice, “We were neighbors.” It’s technically not a lie.
“Yeah, she was a little reluctant to the idea at first,” Taehyung goes on, still gazing at you, “but I’ve always known she was the only one for me."
“Tae…” you mumble, feeling your chest constrict and your eyes watering. He’s so convincing in the moment, as if you truly are the only girl he’ll ever love, and you can’t help but ache a little at the thought.
“It only made sense to wife her up,” Taehyung finishes, before his voice turns into a soft coo, “Aw, don’t cry.”
“Then stop being a sap,” you mumble, allowing him to brush the lone tear from your cheek, “It’s embarrassing.”
Taehyung smiles, thumb rubbing soothing circles into your cheek and you hold his gaze. Part of you is screaming to tell him, that there’s no way Taehyung has been acting so coupley all day without having some small amount of feelings for you. But another part of you is screaming to stay quiet, to not ruin the relationship on the off chance that he’s just a really, really good actor.
You glance away, unable to stand looking into Taehyung’s eyes any longer, to see Yoongi smiling softly at the both of you and Jimin holding a hand to his heart, eyes glassy like he’s going to start crying too.
“Here, take our card, let us know when the wedding is. We’ll give you the sweetheart discount,” Yoongi tells you and you can hear Jimin whisper lowly to him, “We don’t have a sweetheart discount though?”
You mumble a small thanks, stepping away from the booth and into the aisle and almost bumping into someone.
“Woah there,” Taehyung takes hold of your elbow, steering you out of moving traffic, “careful there sweets. Let’s go this way, yeah?”
You let Taehyung pull you along, holding onto the bouquet with one hand so you can hold Taehyung’s hand with the other.
“Look, you can try on dresses here!” he exclaims once you’ve walked a few feet, “Let’s go!”
“Taehyung I’m so full and bloated I don’t even know how I still fit into these pants,” you complain, but let Taehyung lead you up to the lady.
“Welcome dearies!” she’s older, face wrinkled and warm as she grabs the hand that’s holding Taehyung, holding both of yours, “Oh, what a beautiful couple. You both look so happy. Have you had sampled any wedding cakes yet? To die for, honestly to die for.”
“Oh yes! We stopped at Eat Jin’s, that little food booth at the end of the aisle that is literally going to be the end of me? So good, too good, really,” Taehyung babbles, his thumb absentmindedly stroking circles into the juncture of your thumb, “But my fiancé here hasn’t even thought about her dress even though I’ve already picked out my tux-”
You gasp dramatically, insulted that Taehyung is implying he’d be more prepared than you, “You have not you liar!”
The lady laughs, her tag boasting the name Youngok bouncing along with her giggles, “You two are adorable, really. Here dearie, follow me and you sunshine, follow my sunshine so he can take your measurements.”
Her sunshine bounds out of his seat, pulling the measuring tape from around his neck as he latches onto Taehyung, “Hoseok is here to help!”
You smile as the woman places a soft hand on your bicep, pulling you to a small fitting room.
It’s a whirlwind as she undresses you to take your measurement and then leaves you alone to pull what looks like about fifteen dresses from a rank, ranging from traditional whites and creams to lacey and strapless and full skirted and flowered. You balk at the choices but Youngok doesn’t give you time to think, just pulls a dress from the pile and motions for you to step into it.
“We can’t keep your fiancé waiting dear!” she practically crows and you have no choice but to listen to her.
It’s a little uncomfortable, the first dress, and your frowning once you step out of the dressing booth. The look is promptly wiped off your face when you see Taehyung being fawned over by Hoseok, his suit jacket fitting his shoulders so perfectly you’re surprised you’re not drooling.
Taehyung looks equally as stunned to see you, eyes widening as he takes you in. You can hear Hoseok whistle lowly under his breath as he straightens up, fixing Taehyung’s lapels before giving him a little push forward.
“I know, I look silly,” you say as he steps up to you, hand seeking out yours. His palm is a little sweaty, but you don’t mind as his face breaks out into a beautifully wide, boxy, Taehyung grin.
“No, no, no,” he immediately objects, “You… wow, you look beautiful.”
You blush hotly, dropping your eyes to your bare feet, “You look good too. Really good. Dashing, even.”
Taehyung grins and pops the collar of his white shirt, looking utterly ridiculous, “Do I look like James Bond?”
“Better,” you grin back, “I don’t know how I feel about these weird… jewel things on the sleeves though. A little over kill, don’t you think? Especially for an outside wedding.”
Taehyung takes a step back, eyeing you from head to toe as he lets out exaggerated thinking sounds, “Maybe a little more lace, some embellishments in the skirt, maybe a slit up the side to show off those legs-"
“Shut up,” you roll your eyes and you turn to Youngok.
“Don’t like it?” she asks and you shake your head, “Good, neither did I. Next!”
You end up modeling dresses for Taehyung, going through six as you make kissy faces and strike ridiculous poses, Taehyung yelling out, “10/10 would recommend! Brilliant! More leg! Encore!”
You can’t describe what your feeling as you slide into the seventh dress, the material settling over your hips and chest. The top part is lace material, stretching fully down your arms, and turns into a gorgeous silky material that comes in at the waist and flares out into the skirt. You let Youngok into the dressing room to help you adjust it in the back and she’s positively beaming as she takes you in.
“Stunning. Absolutely stunning,” she tells you, settling a clip into your hair and then pulling the veil over your face, “Here, your bouquet.”
You take it from her, for some reason feeling like your heart is about to jump out of your chest as you step out of the booth.
Taehyung is turned around, observing something behind him, unaware of your presence. Hoseok takes in a sharp take of breath and Taehyung tilts his head as he looks at him, before his eyes turn to you.
And it’s like time simultaneously stops and speeds up but it doesn’t matter because all you can see is Taehyung, standing from his chair as he slowly makes his way to you.
You don’t know what to say as he comes to a stop in front of you. His eyebrows are furrowed and form a tight crease in his forehead and you frown as you use your thumb to smooth the skin out.
“Do I look that bad?” you whisper, but you have no idea why you’re whispering.
He catches the hand on his face, pressing his lips to your palm before he curls his fingers between yours.
“There are no words to describe how… good you look in that dress,” he says and you smile lightly at him, “Can I- Can I remove your veil?”
You nod and it’s almost reverent the way he moves the veil, folding it back and you can feel it brushing against your hair. You startle a little when you feel him rest his hands on your cheeks, framing your face as he tilts it towards him.
There’s a moment, where Taehyung is just looking at you, before he says, “This isn’t the way I wanted to do this,” and then kisses you.
You feel your stomach flip and your heart collapse and your fingers shake and your knees knock, but you kiss him back. Because you’ve liked Taehyung for as long as you can remember, eyes always straying to him without your permission and heart always hammering whenever he showed up unannounced at your apartment with enough food to feed a small army. You curl a hand into his suit jacket and Taehyung steps just a little bit closer to you, one hand remaining on your face as the other moves to rest lightly on your waist.
“Why are you crying sweets?” he asks, lips brushing against yours and you laugh waterily into the kiss.
“I don’t know,” you sob as he guides you into his chest, arms wrapping securely around your frame, “I don’t know, I don’t- I didn’t think this would ever hap- I didn’t think you felt the same.”
“I wasn’t lying,” he tells you quietly, his cheek pressed into your veil crown, “earlier, when I told Yoongi you were the only one for me. It’s always been you. It’s always going to be you.”
“Taehyung stop, I can’t afford to get makeup on this tux,” you cry and you can feel his chest shake with laughter.
“I’ve wanted to tell you for a while now but, the timing never seemed right. But then I saw you in this dress and I just. This is what I want to see walk down the aisle toward me, one year, two years, five, ten, fifteen years from now. I want to see your smile directed only at me, hold your hand all the time, have you feed me and- and. I love you. I love you so much I-”
Taehyung has started crying and you two are just standing in the middle of a bridal shower, holding each other and crying as Youngok and Hoseok watch. You pull yourself together as best you can, pushing away from Taehyung so you wipe at your face and make sure you hadn’t crushed your bouquet.
“Everything okay? The wedding isn’t off, is it?” Youngok asks cautiously and you crack a smile as Taehyung brushes a rogue tear from the crease of your nose.
“No, the wedding is still very, very much on,” you tell her and Taehyung smile is so bright and so full of love, there’s nothing you can even compare it to. You just know you want to wake up to it for the rest of your life.
-
You get married on a perfect spring day, just a few weeks after the snow has melted and the birds return home and the flowers start sprouting.
You’re standing just inside a small tent, separating you and the crowd as your mother flutters over last minute adjustments. She has tears in her eyes but she’s smiling so wide it looks like her cheeks are about to burst. You probably look the same, but you don’t care because it’s your wedding day, you’re allowed to feel like this dammit.
“I can’t believe this day has finally come,” she keeps saying, adding in a faux whisper, “I always knew it would be that neighbor boy.”
“You did not,” you say, exasperatedly, but you’re secretly pleased.
The music starts up and your mother kisses your cheek, giving your veil one last tweak, before she leaves you in the hands of your father. He’s been watching you sadly all morning; not sad in that he’s upset you’re getting married, but the kind of sadness a father has watching their little girl grow up.
“Don’t start crying daddy,” you tease, but your voice is thick and he lets out a bark of a laugh.
“It’s going to take more than handing your high-maintenance self off to someone to make me cry.”
You try to look affronted, but you can’t stop the overflow of emotions and you let out a short sob.
“Don’t start crying yet,” he advises, but his voice is starting to get gruffer as he tries to keep it together, “You’ll ruin your makeup and your mother would have a cow.”
It makes you laugh and you wipe your cheeks off just as the tent flaps open, giving way to green on green on green.
The grass is soft under your bare feet as your father walks you down the aisle, your steps matching as you keep your eyes on Taehyung. He’s also crying, which makes you feel better about your own tears. He looks like he’s ready to rush down the aisle and sweep you up, if the way his best man Jungkook is holding onto the tails of his jacket is anything to go by.
As you get closer to where your husband-to-be and the priest are standing, you pass by your florists, Yoongi and Jimin. You smile and give a small shake of your bouquet, an exact replica of the one they had given you the day of the bridal show. It turns out, a sweetheart discount meant free. Jimin had complained the entire time he wrapped your bouquet up that the shop was never going to make any money if his husband didn’t stop being a softy. You thought it was kinda cute that Yoongi was obviously trying to blink the tears out of his eyes.
Sitting up front near your parents are Youngok and Hoseok. The dress is the same one Taehyung had kissed you in that fateful day. The literal exact same one. Youngok had put it in storage for you for three years, making sure it was the dress you got married in.
Your father stops just before Taehyung and they bow to each other, before your father pulls you into a tight hug.
“I love you so much,” he says in a choked-up voice and you make a small noise as you start crying again.
“I love you too,” you say, before he kisses your veiled forehead and lets Taehyung take your hand, pulling you up onto the slightly raised platform.
“Hi,” he whispers and you bite your lip to stop from laughing as the priest starts reading.
“Hi,” you whisper back.
“You look…” he gives a small sigh, trying not to let your guests know your talking, “Three years later and I still don’t have the words to tell you how beautiful you truly are.”
You squeeze his hand, “You still look very James Bond. You would think after three years you’d change a little, yeah? Guess I’m lucky you’re still handsome.”
Taehyung grins, raising your hand to give it a quick kiss.
The sun is shining down beautifully, the tree you and Taehyung and the priest are standing under providing just enough shade that it’s not too much. You can hear a few sniffles in the crowd and it makes your heart squeeze with joy that so many people are happy you and Taehyung are finally tying the knot.
“Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, for richer or poor, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?” the priest asks you, as Taehyung carefully, oh so carefully moves your veil back.
“I do,” you say without hesitation and your mother tries to stifle her sobs.
“Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, for richer or poor, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”
Taehyung answers by pulling you to him and kissing you, your guests bursting out into laugh and cheers.
Even the priest has a smile on his face as he says, “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride. Again.”