"it's ours?" taehyung gasps,

comical smile blooming across his gentle features

like a sunrise in early spring.

"ours, tae, ours." i kiss him,

and we lean into each other,

his pale pink suit against my

sunny yellow wedding dress.

"i can't believe...

you still feel like a dream," taehyung murmurs into my hair

we swat back and forth in front of

our new flower-shop,

a rose and a sunflower

bound together by love.