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[ ㄥ|爪|ㄒㄥ乇丂丂 ]

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³⁵-heartbeats in tandem

The sun is at the brink of setting, the sky painted in an array of warm colours, from a rich emberglow to sweet tangerine, the warmth already settled in our hearts.

"It is a tradition that a couple weds at dusk, for the dusk is a perfect example of two extreme opposites coming together, the light and the dark, the yin and the yang." the Queen had explained.

I now stand at the ingress of the hall, Grey by my side,  the soft murmuring from the inside reaching my ears through the doors, doing little to calm down the sudden nerves that have made themselves known to me. A gentle pressure on my arm has me exhaling softly.

"You are fine, Juju-ah. Just breathe." my brother says to me, massaging my shoulder to ease out the nervousness.

"I-I do not know why I suddenly feel anxious, Tae." I let out in a mere whisper.

"You are sure that you are willing to really do this, right?" He gently coaxes.

"Yes, I have never been so sure about something my entire life, Oppa." It does not take a second of hesitance for me to reply. "It is just..."

"You know, I had been unsure on the day of my marriage, years ago." He reveals with a smile. A gasp leaves me. It is surprising to know that he had felt irresolute on his day of marriage, when Rae and Tae have always felt like a godmade pair to everyone.

He chuckles lightly at my astonishment.
"Yes, it is so. Father had arranged Rae's hand in marriage with me when you were a mere adolescent girl. I had not known Rae, other than her name and her father being good friends with ours." He smiles.
"Mom had told me that evening, in my room, 'love always finds a way, though it might take a little time to do so...' I know it now." He takes my hand in his. "You HaeJin, already have it at such a young age."
He pauses, "I know what it is that makes you nervous, Juju-ah, and no one can foresee the future,"
He cups my cheek, "But as Mother had said, remember, love always finds a way."

Settling into the protective arms of my brother as Grey nieghs into my hair supportively has me feeling like I am home, the anxiety washing away partiality.

"It is your time now, Hae." Tae fixes a strand of my hair, "let us not keep him waiting any longer, or he might faint as well with an anxious of his own."

I giggle, caressing Grey's head, feeling bubbly with excitement, as my brother locks his arm with mine.

The grand mahogany doors fall open, my first sight being the one who held my heart in the palms of his hand. It feels as if reality fades into a soft vibration of humming, as I walk closer to him. He wears a smile so dazzling, so precious, that for a moment I find it hard to breathe. And his eyes, oh nothing can ever compare with the starry, glowing galaxies that his eyes contain; nothing compares with the way I feel when those very eyes never move away from my own. They pull me into a world where none of the cacophony of this materialistic world exists; they pull me into a world where only two hearts retain, orchestrating a euphony of adoration.

Fleetingly, I see my sweet, sweet family, smiling ever so encouragingly, Jun jumping joyfully in Rae's arms, the Queen, beaming proudly, and the King, nodding in acknowledgement.

A pleasant surprise it is, when I see dear Aunty-Il and Byeong present as well with cheerfully decorated expressions.

My entire world is here with me.

Jungkook's touch brings me an array of experiences. It grounds me all the while floating me to the limitless sky. He holds me close, and his proximity is my home.

It is funny how two different relationships can have me experience that exact same bliss : home.

This little ceremony is so much more than I could have ever imagined.

In this lightness of exuberant happiness, it is as if I see my Mother and my Father smiling down at us.

And when I see an aureate, gleaming butterfly perched utop Jungkook's shoulder, I know that I can never imagine a happiness greater than this moment.

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Limbs entangled, and breaths even, we lie in a comforting silence, as we savour our togetherness. One might say that the development of our relationship was much hurried, I realise now, but was it really, when my heart had started beating for him the moment I had layed my eyes on him months ago? When it is now our souls that are bound together?

"A house..."

I lift my head from his chest to look at him, humming in question.

"I want us to have a house somewhere nearby your land."

I giggle.

"Really specific," I pause, "but may I ask why at a place where the memories aren't..." I trail off.

He smiles down at me, placing a sweet kiss on my forehead.
"Memories can be replaced, although I would want to settle down at the place where I was given a second chance to life, by my dearest."

Endeared, I smile.

"I love you, Guku." I place a soft kiss on his heart. "And I won't ever stop."

He beams, tilting my head upwards to meet my lips in a rhythmic kiss.

"I love you, Hae."

His hands travel from my shoulders, to my jaw, callous thumbs caressing the apple of my cheeks, and to my head, fingers drowning into the locks of my head, as he pulls me into him to meet his soft petals again as my fingers grip his shoulders desperately.

Pulling apart, my eyes find his, and my breath hitches when amongst the endless galaxies in his eyes, I find my reflection.

It is as if an epiphany, that I suddenly understand the purpose of my life. He is the one for my soul, and I feel as if I've spent a thousand years loving him.

A passionate energy vibrates the air, when he moves to hover over me. His arms cage my head protectively, a silent question in his eyes.

He leans down to press his mouth on mine again, this time without restraint, right after I nod. I breathe him in as he entwines our fingers.

He moves from my lips to my cheeks, to my eyes, my jaw, and the skin of my neck, and my collar bone, a trail of love blooming along the surface.

The night grows warmer gradually, and he sheds any barriers between the two of us, a silent profession of never letting anything or anyone keep us apart.

Breaths transform into moans and groans, and they transform to names, a chanting so pure yet so sinful, when we become one soul. He rests his head against mine, and I cradle it lovingly.

The night never grows old; a limitless realm of undying love and passion being our world.

I am his, and he is mine.

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