3 5.   W e d d i n g   A n x i e t y

I jumped as the musical preludes or solos began to ascend the bubbly vibes on my wedding day. Nari went out of the room to get me a glass of lemonade as she witnessed me having a hard time living in the moment. "I can't do this, I'm not doing this..." I repeated the same thing to myself over and over again.

Nari entered through the door quietly. Handing me an expresso martini nonchalantly. "What's this? Who wants to get drunk in such a moment?" I frowned.

"Trust me I asked for lemonade but the waiter handed over this, saying it gives faster results." She shrugged her bare shoulders. Nari was dressed in a perfect black sleeveless-one shoulder chiffon dress. Her blonde hair set in a side-swept style that gave her the look of the Greek goddess.

"Fuck it off." I chugged down the bitter liquid, finding no positive results after the consumption. "I'm not going to wake up before dawn just to feed on his empty stomach, we will hire a housemaid."

"Dasom! What if she builds a strong cemented wall between you two? These sluts don't take much time to grab the owners' belongings without their permission." Nari fanned her nails before slumping on the couch beside me.

"I've to be extra cautious for at least five years to maintain the delicacy of our relationship. It will be a sensitive period for us, you know..." I constantly lifted the sweetheart neckline to cover my chest, but it just fell down.

"Why is this hanging down? Mom told me a couple of days ago to wear it and check is there are any alters needed. goddammit!" I gritted my denture, waving my hands in disappointment, kind of helpless with my clumsy form.

She held out a hand and I stood back on my heels. "Everything becomes a fashion once you understand how to gear it up and the fact that it looks sexy should not be ignored." She said, pulling my dress a tad lower just to reveal a little more on the upper part of my left breast.

"You look ready for the late-night dinner, make additional high voltage cock-a-doodle-doo, your man will be a slave for the rest of your life. I bet." She winked, holding my shoulders in a tight grip.

"That's seven days wonder, it happens only in marvel land." I scoffed, adjusting the beautiful veil that was tucked on my head. "Where's Jimin? Is he even attending the wedding or not?"

"I don't know. I'm not in touch with him for the past few days." She said, without giving it a keen, attentive thought. A minute later my mother barged in the room. "Dasom, your father is waiting outside, the ceremony has started..."

"Mom, did you see Jimin sorry... I mean Taehyung? how does he look?" Although I wanted to know about both the men but then it wouldn't look good if I ask for any other man besides my future husband that's why I laid more emphasis on Taehyung's presence.

"Jimin is looking hotter but Taehyung is looking the hottest I'm telling you- now please hurry up, everyone's waiting for you." She yelled lowly and helped me walk out of the room to the main hall.

It was a medium-sized wedding. The atmosphere was celebratory, but not over the top. My father extended a hand, smiling. Spread down the aisle was the white leaves as far as my eyes could see, and there stood he, my loverboy.

On either side of the aisle, relatives representing my family sat on the white chairs with some of his friends. Meanwhile, the priest came and said out loud. "Please stand for the bride," a sudden wave of excitement flashed through everyone's faces.

My fingers intertwined, harshly with my father's. I chanted only one sentence. "Stay there, stay there, stay there." I cast an annoyed glance at my cleavage which was surely going to spring out of my dress. Thankfully everyone mistook the redness of my face for nervousness. It is partly right.

As I was escorted by my father down the aisle I heard a teenage girl say as she smirked, "Wow, that's a Hershey's special dark." She was biting her lower lip, precisely checking out my man shamelessly.

That gobshite didn't even look at me, the bride, and had the audacity to stare at Taehyung like crazy.

I halted in the middle of the aisle, a vein in my hand engorged and my lips curled into a thin line. I lowered my back to come on her level since I had put on high heels. "Yo listen up bitch! that Hershey's special dark's expiry date has come, kindly change the flavor of your taste buds."

After witnessing the drama, the priest whispered in Taehyung's ear in an unnoticeable way. "You can think again, my son."

"I would be an idiot if I let her go this time. Our history has been dangerously deadly, you don't want to know.. " Taehyung whispered back, earning a cough from the older man.

I saw him, dressed in the most formal way, chiseled good looks, the illuminating eyes full of excitement. Vulnerability making it's way out from his classic stature brightly.

My father hugged me as he said, "Father always loves you." And before placing my hand in Taehyung's hand he smiled. A second later he patted Taehyung on his shoulder.

"Your dress... speaks volume." He eyed my chest before swiftly moving his gaze to the other people in the hall. Standing next to my lover felt overwhelming.

Just then I saw Nari and Jimin climbing up the podium, Jimin gracefully helped Nari to move up by holding her hand and they stood behind the priest with the box of the ring in their hands.

I stared at Jimin who was looking at the ring he was holding, he was avoiding me but then a minute later he looked up and gave me an 'okay' sign and I smiled back, cherishing our friendship.

We exchanged the vows and thereafter the Jimin and Nari came forward to present the rings, I placed
Taehyung's ring on first and then he placed on mine.

After performing this ritual they both got down and joined the rest of the people. "With the power invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Taehyung leaned in and kissed me, softly as he had never done it before. Everyone cheered for us, however, I barely noticed; my full attention rested on Taehyung.

Nari clutched on Jimin's arm and chimed. "This is so romantic." He jerked away her hand saying, "Romantic? I better seal my lips." She then pushed him to the side and hugged Jongi who stood there frozen, having a hard time realizing that someone was stealing his sister forever.

Taehyung turned around and took the mic from the priest's hand. "Just stay at your place, everyone. I.... want to express my love for my beloved wife who's now officially Mrs. Kim, again."

A sigh slipped off his lips and he said,
"Ah! I lost hope long ago and.... never did in my dream think of you accepting me after.... after whatever rebarbative situation I had created for you." He gulped thickly, a tear rolled down his cheek.

My eyes welled with water, I kissed him once again just to shut his mouth and sojourn in the journey that was about to begin.

We now headed to the other room for refreshments and drinks. Just then a photographer ran over to us and asked us to give a pose together. "Just one picture more.." He lifted his index finger and I noticed the tattoo mark on his fingers.

"Thank-you." He said and began to analyze the picture in his camera. I squinted my eyes, hitting Taehyung in his chest as I said, "Hey take, I think I've seen him." Taehyung didn't take heed of my words as he started chatting with his friends.

The photographer who was poking his tongue to the inside of his cheek didn't look convinced and he said, "Just---"

"Jungkook," I uttered. "I must say that you've got a sharp memory that you remember my name." He smiled, bemused.

"Yeah, and what's with this photography?" I asked a little hesitant to dig more information as everyone had their eyes fixed on us. "Yes, just turned my hobby into profession---"

"Hey! That's my line." Nari squealed from behind him. "Who's this young man?" She asked me, taking a stance in a way that showed her curves perfectly.

"I will take a picture of your's too." Jungkook clicked her picture and whirled around to see the man who patted on his shoulder, it was Jimin.
"And one with me, too." He pulled Nari with a force that her head was about to collide with his head, snaking his arms around her sleek waist.

"Aren't they cool for each other?" Taehyung said, yanking his body close to mine from behind. I pecked on his cheekbone. "Seems like we've got to attend a new wedding just after ours."

***

He carried me in a bridal style to our bedroom, the silence in the room submerged with giggles and moans. He gently placed me on the bed and turned the dim lights on. "Taehyung help me come out of this dress."

"You sure that you are wearing it cause I can see you naked already."

"Shutup and pull the zipper down," I said. Taehyung flopped near me, helping me get strip naked. He stood up, taking off his coat and shirt, the belt coming along to fill the floor.

"Well, It was TOO cut low, I bet you got every man's dick throbbing with sexual fantasies." He commented before throwing himself beside me, who was only in her lacy underwear.

Taehyung covered my body along with his, with a white light-weighted quilt. "Dasom, come and rock my world." His desperate hands roamed everywhere to touch me, they lost their motion once I abruptly grabbed them under the sheet.

"Taehyung, I'm sorry but right now I'm very much tired, let's do it some other time."

"Okay, fine... I'm not Don Juan. Eh..you think I will grab your hair and fuck you like a dog... I can wait... can I wait?" He got embarrassed and started out blurting foolish things.

I smiled and closed my eyes, keeping my head on his heaving; up and down chest as I felt his one hand rubbing my arm, whereas the other one played with my messy hair, it was blissful.

"Kim Dasom you already stole my name the very day you stepped in this world. Oh, I love you so much." He whispered planting a kiss on my temple.

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Word count 1815

Captain's note - man the longest chapter i eva wrote in the history of my life.
Okay, the last dialogue is in reference to her prior surname as KIM and yet again she's a KIM.

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