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Chapter twenty-seven
"Entering Eternity"
(Part one)

Taehyung POV

I was empty.

Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I told myself that I was dreaming... but in this particular moment, it felt real.

The alter, me in my tuxedo, mouth agape... listening as high-heels clunked along hard-wood floors, running away from me... I couldn't breathe.

Everyone and everything had vanished but me and the isle in front of me. "Luna," I whispered, as a tear fell from my chin. "Don't."

"I'm sorry, Taehyung," her voice sounded, in a whimpered whisper, surrounding off the walls, echoing around my fragile skin, "I can't marry you."

"Please don't..."

"I can't marry you... I can't... I can't..."

Fight for her Taehyung. I took off running, listening to the voice in my mind, telling me not to let her go twice in a lifetime. "LUNA!" I shouted, panting... with each step I took to find her, another step grew to the isle... stretching, and stretching, and stretching... All the walls lifted and vanished into white nothingness... the ground was white as well, only the red carpet of the isle stretched in a long, endless line in front of me... There was nothing but me there. Nothing and no one. I was deserted. "Luna!" I screamed, as sweat streamed down from my forehead, "don't go! Please don't go!"

"I'm sorry Taehyung," her voice echoed again, so distant and haunting.

"Please," I panted, as my lungs threatened to explode from the pressure I was putting on them, to keep me moving, to keep the struggle alive. "Wait, please."

Each step brought me to another moment of emptiness. Another lost second without her. Another second... another minute... another hour... another day... another week... another month... another year... then another year... and another... and another...

Running, and running, and running, she was gone and I was here, chasing after her and never meeting her. There was no absolution to this. There was no happy ending.

"Luna," I tripped on my feet and crashed down onto the bloody red carpet in front of me. It threatened to pull me in, to make me sink into it's darkened depths, but I fought against it. Scrambling back up and wincing at the pain against my knees and ribs, I pushed forward, trying to figure out how the ground beneath me was now solid again. "Luna, please..." I whimpered and limped, my breath so heavy around me that I knew I wasn't going to make it ten more steps.

Suddenly clear walls crashed in front of me at every angle, blocking me inside of them. I started screaming, banging against them, "let me out! Hey! Let me out!" Sweat poured from my face like gallons of river water and I felt like my lungs were on fire. My heart pounded against my skin, threatening to rip out. It felt as if all the air surrounding me was being sucked out of the box I was trapped inside of. You're going to suffocate, Taehyung.

Suddenly, she appeared. White dress, long hair draped down her shoulders and across her chest... Hands lifeless at her sides, eyes blank, lips parted. Looking at me with the same intensity of as I was looking at her... Only her eyes were empty, and mine were desperate.

"Please Luna," I begged, "save me, please."

She blinked slowly, eyes blank as the night.

"Baby please," I whimpered, begging, as the pain intensified in my legs and ribs, my skin started to tighten around me, and the last few seconds of oxygen hung in the distance.

She rubbed her stomach, looking at me, but not seeing me. Not wanting to see me.

"Please baby, save me!" I screamed, "SAVE ME, don't let them keep me in here!"

I pounded at the glass, but it was unbreakable... more and more of my skin tightened, and I felt myself start to strangle, gasping for air. The clench of my fist weakened, and I could feel the blood vessels in the corners of my eyes popping. "Save me," I gasped, trying to grab my throat, and somehow trap the air inside.

"I can't save you," she said, voice ice cold and bitter. "You never let anyone save you..."

"No," I chocked, as sweat, and tears slipped down, "it's n-not true... y-you did sav... save me." I coughed and wiped my mouth, ignoring the blood on my hand as I looked back up to her.

And she wasn't evil looking, or demonic... just beautiful, in her white dress, hair cascading, flawless skin covering her stomach that held our child inside of it.

"You did save me," I whispered, crying.

She shook her head mouthing something, but no words could come out.

'What?' I tried to say, but couldn't because I was too weak... I knew I only had seconds left.

"Taehyung, wake up." Her lips moved, but it wasn't her voice.

"Luna, please don't leave me... Let me let you save me..." I begged.

"Taehyung, wake up," she said again, in another distant voice.

"Luna," I whimpered, one last time, as the white surroundings grew darker and darker... into night and black nothing. "please don't leave me again..."

"TAEHYUNG! Wake the fuck up, we're late!"

Something struck my face, and I shot up, snapping myself out of the dream.

My entire body was drenched in sweat, and I had tears coming down my face, but I knew where I was.

It's just a dream, I thought, panting and swallowing hard. It was just a dream.

"Yo, earth to Taehyung mother-fucking Kim?!"

I blinked a few times and directed my attention to Jungkook, who was standing in a black sweater and khaki pants, "it was just a dream."

"I don't need to know about your fucking wet dreams," he replied, "and you need a shower desperately. Between the sex dreams and the alcohol from last night... dude... seriously... Too much..." He took a step forward, jerking the covers off of me, "But I do need to know if you're going to show up for your rehearsal at all, or do I need to fill in? Because I don't mind practice-kissing your soon-to-be-wife for you, if I need to. After all, what are Best Man's for, you know?"

"What time is it?"

"It's after three. We're over twenty minutes late."

"SHIT!" I shouted, scrambling and clawing my way out of the bed, "Shit! Shit! I can't be fucking late! Shit, shit, shit! Where are my clothes?!"

"What clothes?!"

"The CLOTHES! The ones Luna that laid out for me last night, for the rehearsal party! You know, the ones she put on the chair, before she went back to her room?!"

"Uh... how the fuck am I supposed to know, drama queen? I didn't sleep in your room with ya bitch, I just dropped you off from Bachelor Party De Le Kim, and now I came in to get your ass up."

"Fuck," I spat, running in circles around the hotel room, "I knew I shouldn't have fucking gone out with you last night! I knew it, I knew it, I fucki-"

"Dude, relax, stop freaking out because you're getting me all frantic, and I don't deal well under pressure!"

"Well help me find my shit!"

"Uh... you might just want to throw something on and get your ass downstairs. I sent Namjoon to stall, but you know how far that goes... once he sees women, we're pretty much done for."

"God dammit, Jungkook," I cursed, throwing on my jeans from last night. "I'm so fucked."

He tossed me my gray v-neck shirt from the top of my suitcase, and a jacket, "dude, you're the Groom, you know? It's not like they are going to start without you. They have to wait for you."

"The fuck if they do! I'm going to hear it from my parents."

"Uh... you're an adult."

"Like that's fucking stopped them before. They'll give me that whole, 'Taehyung you're not responsible enough to handle adult situations' lecture they've been giving me since I was thirteen and they found me with a box of unopened condoms."

He tossed me my black shoe, and I crawled on the ground, looking for its match beneath the bed. At last, I found it, and jerked it to me.

Few seconds later, I gulped down a cup full of mouthwash and splashed some water on my face, and was out the door.

Jungkook handed me the key to the room and a few mints, and chuckled as I hopped down the hall, trying to walk and slip on the shoes at the same time.

"It's not fucking funny," I said, as we entered the stairwell. "I have the hangover from hell."

"It's probably because you're still drunk," he mused, following me down the steps.

"Yeah remind me to knock you out for that later, since you couldn't seem to remember the 'only four drinks tonight Jungkook' rule I had established before we left for the bar."

"Well, the way I see it, we're here in California, my best buddy is getting married, his family and friends have all flown down to see the whole shin-dig, so we're gonna fucking party whether you like it or not. That's the rules of the Best Man, after all. And from what I'm told, the Best Man rules trumps the Groom rules on the night of the bachelor party. So suck it up and be a fucking man, and just go gravel with your girl. I'm sure she'll forgive you, she worships the fucking ground beneath your feet."

Flashes of my dream entered my mind, of the isle turning into blood, then back to isle again, but I quickly shook the aside and kept pushing. "If she still marries me," I murmured, despite myself. I couldn't help it. That fucking dream fucked me up.

"Yeah, like she won't be rushing down the isle quicker than you get there," he smirked. "Dude, calm down, you're getting cold feet or shit."

"No, I'm not, I just... I really want to just get this shit done and be married all ready."

"You're almost there," he said. "Hey dude? Why didn't we take the fucking elevator?"

"I need to run off the alcohol," I panted, "just go with it."

"Fuck your life," he cursed, and I punched him in his chest.

"Don't put a hexx on me, dick."

"Since when are you superstitious?"

"Since... whatever, shut up."

We ran through the lobby, and skidded to a stop at the French doors in front of lunch rehearsal dinner. We chose the 'Barn Room' for the event, because it was easier to cater everyone with it's three-story heights. Through the windows, I could see over fifteen circular tables meant to meet our guests, each table meant to sit around eleven or so. Red napkins on top of the linen table cloths, silverware at each side, wine glasses, cherry blossoms set inside crystal vases, white chairs... Fireplace lit up... Hanging chandeliers with actual candles lit inside of them...

Luna and I chose to get married outside of the Ritz-Carlton hotel, in Half Moon Bay, California. My grandparents lived here, and after some tough negotiating with everyone, my Grandfather begged and pleaded until he could pay for the entire reception, including our friends and families flight tickets.

That's why we selected this place. It was where my grandparents got married, and my family was all about tradition... despite the fact that my grandfather doesn't get along with my parents... at all... He loves me and wants to show it in the only way he knows how... by throwing money at us and helping us how he does best.

Ignoring the empty but beautiful, glowing room and all of it's decorations, we ran along the hardwood floors, all the way to the other side of the building. A few moments later, we were skidding to a stop at the circle in front of where the isle is going to be. Luna and I chose an outside location for the event, with the hotel in the distance on our left, and the ocean to our right, crashing against the sides of the cliff.

Everyone turned and gawked at us, all looking way more dressed up than I was in jeans. Immediately, I felt ashamed.

A few people cleared a path, and there she was... taking every ounce of breath from me. Luna stood at the end of the isle, where I will stand tomorrow. Dressed in a sensational, cashmere chiffon tea-length dress, that was draped on her left shoulder with crystal applique detail, ending a few inches above her knees. Her hair was swept up in a half-up, half-down style, strands falling all over her face into tender waves.

I clutched my hand over my chest, willing myself to steady my breathing. But I couldn't.

She looked like Heaven... Just the thought of that, I couldn't even imagine how she was going to look tomorrow. Her eyes lit up as soon as our sides parted and I came into view. She folded her hands in front of her and dipped beneath moving arms, heading toward me.

Suddenly, everything that I was stressed about and worried about, all of the things in that stupid-ass dream of mine that made no sense moments ago... none of that stuff mattered. Seeing her face come into focus... it was as if she took all of the negative away.

Her smile grew with each step she took, until she was finally in front of me, "hey."

"Hey," I grinned, flustering to get my brain to work enough to stick my hands in my pockets, "I'm so sorry I'm late."

"It's okay," she shrugged nonchalantly, her voice so calm that it soothed me, "you're here now."

"I am."

She licked her lips, and her eyes sparkled as they met mine again, "I've missed you. It was weird, sleeping in a different room than you last night... I don't know how I am going to get through it tonight."

I took a step closer, placing my hands on her arms, "I know what you mean."

She moved too, closing the gap, and we both shut our eyes. It didn't matter that our mom's were shouting for us to get up there, or the wedding planner was in our ears, or all of the people talking about flower arrangements, path orders, music, vows, and anything else... It didn't matter because she was here, and I was here, and this was happening, and it was going to be real tomorrow. She was going to be my wife... At last.

"You smell like beer," she giggled, hugging me to her.

I winced, biting my lip and placing my chin on top of her head, "I know, I'm sorry."

"And you're not wearing the cl-"

"I'm really sorry Luna," I exhaled. You're such a fucking idiot.

"I don't care," she replied, rubbing my back, "I don't care, as long as you show tomorrow."

"I'll be there," I promised. I lifted her face, and melted into her eyes, "I can't wait."

She smiled, rubbing up along my forearms, "I can't either..."

I leaned forward to kiss her, and as soon as our lips touched, someone cleared their throat, and our reunion moment was taken away from us. I shut my eyes as Luna pulled away, and tensed as her mom pulled her away from me.

I hated when people pulled her away from me, and there had been a lot of it this week, with wedding planning.

I wanted to knock everyone out and pick her up, throw her over my shoulder caveman style, demand to be married in two seconds, and get on with our paradise.

Was that really too much to ask?

On top of that... Luna asked me a week ago, after she woke me up when Yuri and her daughter took off, that we refrain from sex until our honeymoon night. That meant nothing sexual... at all. She said if we could handle it for a week, then the pay-off would be amazing... but at the exact second she asked me, I knew this week would be hell.

And she tormented my ass... Short skirts, little night gowns, fucking playing with her hair and batting her lashes and lingering her tongue on her fork and that damn list went on and on and on some more... Every single word from her lips, I turned it into a sexual nature in my mind... when she'd say, "I'm coming, I'll be there in a minute", or "Baby, can you pull that off the top shelf for me? I'm too short", or "Hey, Taehyung, would you mind grabbing those muffins for me? I don't want them to burn"... yeah... sex words.

I was on my very last string of restraint with her, but of course I'd never tell her that. I wanted to appear strong. Wanted to show respect.

But inside... I was screaming.

So between the no-sex/no-masturbation rule, the wedding planner, our parents in our ears, our friends, getting all of the flight details and the few things I have up my sleeves planned, as well as her doctor's appointments and finances and all that other shit...

Yeah.

I really needed a release.

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Luna POV

Taehyung seemed really exhausted. And had been most of the week.

But, since he doesn't like to show it, he stood tall, did as we were instructed with a smile on his face, and put up with a lot of people telling us what to do, where to stand, what to say, when to say it, where to walk, and how to breathe, among many other things.

I was more used to it than he was. He just spoke when spoken to, and gave me a lot of warm smiles. Reassuring smiles.

All I wanted to do was marry him, but I knew that he wasn't going to cave in on the courthouse idea I sparked a while back, no matter how hard I tried, so I figured I'd put forth the effort.

But wedding planning... was tretourous.

Not to mention the fact that we haven't been able to be alone these past couple days. Jennie, Taehyung's mom, and my mom insisted on us getting separate bedrooms once we got here, and there's been so many people in and out of those rooms, on top of everything else... I honestly think that when I see him naked again, I will faint.

Seven days is a long time when Taehyung Kim is dangling in front of you like a piece of cotton candy, and all you want to do is lick him down and eat him up, but you can't.

Seven days is a bitch.

Why did I think of this? Oh yeah... just focus on the pay-off, Luna.

It was after seven pm, by the time we got done with ALL of the rehearsals.

The last one was the only one that ran smoothly, as people wouldn't shut up and stop giving their opinions all the times before. The thing about Taehyung and I is, we're both stubborn when it comes to just the two of us, but when it comes to everything else, we just roll with it and let everyone else stress. I just loved the times when we got to stand together. Because while everyone else was talking, he'd hold me in his arms and kiss my forehead, rub my back, squeeze my hands... just these little, silent gestures that let me know that he wasn't losing his focus of what was important.

Even when we got back to our rehearsal dinner, we weren't able to really talk, even after we got done eating the catered dinner of steaks and seafood. There were people tugging us left and right, asking us questions, plus we were trying to catch up with all of the family members that flew in to see us... it was difficult.

I never really understood why people were so stressed about weddings, until now. Now, I get it.

I sighed and tried to melt into the romantic melodies of one of the wedding mix's Jennie burned for us, that was playing surround sound around us, while our wedding planner Enessa explained to me different candle scents and how different candle colors meant different things. Like I cared. If it smelled decent, that's all that mattered. But I put up a good smile, nodding and agreeing when she paused to let me.

Through the enormous sea of our friends and family talking and drinking wine, I noticed Taehyung, surrounded by all of the guys. Yoongi, Jimin, Jungkook, Mark, Namjoon, his co-workers Scotty, Jonsen, and Andrew, and a few other of his college friends... He seemed to feel better, having his friends around. His hands in his pockets, his tongue bouncing when he laughed, his sunglasses on top of his messy, beautiful hair... I missed him.

I bit my lip and watched him, as Enessa continued to lecture and his mom and my mom joined in. All I wanted to do was run over there and kiss him. I hadn't kissed him since yesterday morning.

"Luna?"

I turned to face my mom, and cleared my throat, "yeah?"

"Did you hear me?"

"Mmhmm."

"Is that okay then?"

"Yeah, sure, mom, that's fine," I nodded, having no idea what I was agreeing to. Taehyung threw his head back and put his hand on his stomach, laughing at whatever Jungkook was saying. All the guys cracked up, Jungkook patting Taehyung on the shoulder, and Taehyung nodding like crazy. I smiled, watching him smile. I didn't like him being stressed.

"Luna?"

"Sure, that's good," I agreed to something else.

"Okay, thanks sweetie."

Suddenly, Yoongi and Jimin turned, and all of the guys looked at me. Taehyung's laugh turned into a grin, and then into a warm, gentle smile, as his eyes melted into mine. I knew I should look away, since all of them were staring at me, but I couldn't. His hold on me was too strong.

I smiled, lifting my hand and waving to him. Such a dork. He took a deep breath, keeping his hands in his pocket, and tilted his head, his smile growing even more dazzling. My heart began it's erratic flutter, and I struggled for breath, watching Jungkook whisper something in Taehyung's ear. Taehyung grinned and pursed his lips, those eyes trapping me in their never-ending depths.

I literally had to start bouncing on my toes, to keep myself from charging after him. My limbs were twitching, my heart wouldn't stop thudding, my throat tightened, and my tongue started to crave the taste of him. I struggled to breathe through my nose, the anxious feelings intensifying.

The guys kept talking, but Taehyung didn't move his eyes from me. All of the women around me were also discussing things, but I couldn't even respond to them anymore. All I heard was Otis Redding's raspy voice in the speakers, the sparkles and cracks of the fireplace to my right, and the heavy breathing of my body in my ears. All I saw was him.

Taehyung turned to Jungkook, breaking our gaze momentarily, and my heart stilled. I didn't want him to stop looking at me. He said something to Jungkook, and started laughing, causing everyone else to crack up. Then Yoongi and Jimin parted a little, and Taehyung stepped through, heading in my direction. My eyes widened and my body started to tremble with anticipation that he might be coming over to me. I willed myself to hold still, to just wait and see where he went. He kept his hands in his pockets as he weaved through the sea of people, nodding in acknowledgment when people said hi, but never removing his eyes off of me.

I licked my lips and then bit down hard. Just stay still, just stay still, he might not be coming to see you. Just stay still, stay still... stay still... My foot started to lift off the floor, trying to step closer to him, but I maintained my pose, begging internally for him to come here. Just come see me. Just hold me in your arms. That's all I want.

"Ooh, Luna, did you see those beautiful flowers they chose to put as the centerpieces? The vases are exquisite!"

"Yes, mom, I saw them," I whispered, watching him come closer.

"And did you see the incredible pastry's and..." her voice trailed off somewhere in the distance, as Taehyung stopped in front of me.

He didn't smell like beer as much anymore, but of warmth and mints. He looked handsome in his normal clothes, and I was thankful he didn't put on the bronzed button down and black slacks his mother purchased for him to wear today... These clothes were more him.

I'm sure I was smiling like an idiot on crack, looking up at him. Drooling from the mouth and everything. But I didn't care.

He ignored every person in my circle who spoke to him, and held out his hand for me, while Ray Lamontange, 'In My Arms' sang above us. Taehyung didn't say a word.

I took his hand, and allowed him to pull me away from everyone who had a hold of me. He weaved us around the white tables and guests, stopping in front of the fireplace.

My breath staggard as he pulled me against him, wrapping his arms around my waist and locking his fingers against the small of my back. I blew out a gust of wind I didn't know I was holding, winding my arms around his and gripping on the bends of his elbows. I pressed my forehead to his chest, allowing him to lead me in a soft sway.

He squeezed me tighter, placing his chin on top of my head. I could hear the coo's and awe's of our family, who all seemed to stop talking at the same moment. I could feel their eyes burning on us, studying our every move. But I didn't care. I just kept my eyes closed, and focused on his smell and warmth.

Our bodies were in sync while we turned slowly. The candles above us flickered, the fireplace warmth cascaded down the back of my dress... I wasn't happier than at that moment.

Tucking my arms under his, I rubbed his back and along his spine, before turning my hands around and gripping the backs of his shoulders. I was greedy, inhaling as much of his scent as possible. I wanted to save it, remember it tonight when I slept without him. Hopefully it'd get me through.

His thumbs did a tender dance on the small of my back, and his hands never loosened against me. My emotions were rocketing. I didn't realize until that exact moment, just how much I missed being away from him. I was glad that we were only getting married once. I didn't know if I could ever be separated from him again. Even when we were across the room from one another, I missed him and longed for his touch... and as soon as I was in his arms, swaying to gentle music, I was content.

I wanted to say something, tell him how much he meant to me, remind him how much I loved him... but I didn't want to ruin this moment with words. Our bodies said enough for us. I hugged him to me, pushing my face into his shirt. Don't leave me with these people again, don't let this song end...

He bent a little lower and I stood on my tiptoes. Throwing my arms around his neck, I pulled him down to me. I just wanted to hug him. Allow him to dance with me, lead the way, and hold onto him for dear life. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, ignoring the cameras and flashes of our friends and family, the whispers and awe's.

I wished momentarily that this was our first dance as a married couple, and shuddered at the thought of what it was going to feel like tomorrow... But then I zoned back into this moment, and was just as happy.

The song changed, but Taehyung didn't release me back into the narrow tunnels of all the wedding details. Instead, he lifted my face in his hands. I smiled against his lingering lips, enjoying the feel of him brushing them on my bottom lip. I could taste him all ready, the irreplaceable textures he holds. And when he actually applied pressure and completed our kiss, I was finally able to relax. I needed it more than my last breath.

Our kiss was slow, savoring. We were enjoying each other, blocking out our surroundings. Focused only on the person in our arms. The time trailed on, as did the lyrics, all the way into the second verse. I stroked my fingers through his hair, humming against his mouth. His palms, when they rubbed against the back of my dress, created a nice heated friction on my skin. Goose bumps trailed and I shivered into him, pushing my weight all the way against his. It barely registered that people were still watching us, I was too caught up in him. "Taehyung," I whispered when we broke for air. He smiled, lifting me off the ground a few inches, his arms giving me a strong embrace. We kissed again, listening to the music of the bridge. This time, we didn't hold back. I allowed his tongue entrance the minute he sought for it, and tugged on the tips of his hair. My body reacted into a clammy mixture of wires, sparking with each brush of his lips against mine.

I knew if I didn't regain control of myself, I'd be wrapping my legs around his waist and begging him to take me on the middle of these hardwood floors... and that'd be really embarrassing with your elderly grandmother sitting in her wheelchair grinning at you.

Luckily, Jungkook cleared his throat and tapped on our shoulders, forcing him to put me back on ground.

"Go away, fucker," Taehyung mumbled against my lips, directing his venom to his friend.

"Uhhh, people are fucking gawking," Jungkook whispered, before turning and smiling at our crowd.

We broke free and slowly turned our faces toward our audience. My face was tomato-red at the realization of just how many people were actually watching us instead of minding their own business, while Taehyung's just looked annoyed.

"And that's how they made the baby," Jungkook joked, causing a few people to laugh.

Taehyung leaned down, pressing his lips to my ear and forcing another tremble to come through, "it is a good thing you can't get pregnant when you're pregnant."

I giggled, and kissed his cheek.

Eventually, we were torn apart again, and I had to go back to all of the details and women. It really wasn't that bad, this time around. We mostly just laughed and joked about life. Taehyung spent his time talking with my grandma, or his grandfather, which he explained to me was 69 years old, and looked more like he was in his fifties. I instantly noticed where he got his height, disheveled hair, strong jaw line, and dazzling eyes from. His grandfather had a personality that was identical to Taehyung's, only wiser. He was suave, extremely charming, and intricate. He laughed, and had flocks of our friends and family members surrounding him at any given moment... In all, he was exactly what Taehyung was most likely going to turn into in about forty-five years.

His grandfather wasn't close to Taehyung's parents, and I noticed the tension between them. They smiled when necessary and talked briefly, but never really got close to one another. However, he adored Taehyung, as did he with his grandfather. His wife Evelyn Jane passed away when Taehyung was three, and he never got to know her well. She was a well-know surgeon, and with her husband, had open up quite a few hospitals in the States. In fact, in her last will and testament, she wanted The Kim Medical Center For Children to go to Taehyung when he turned twenty-five.

I watched as he threw his arm around Taehyung's shoulders and handed him a cigar, which he accepted. His laugh was louder than Taehyung's, more like something of Jungkook. Billowy. But man, could he get the whole room's attention. I listened from a distance while he bragged about his grandson, about how proud he was that he found the person he loved more than anything else, and about being a father. I listened as he made Taehyung promise that if we needed anything, we called him first.

While we were waiting on Jungkook and Taehyung to arrive earlier for the rehearsal, I did get some time to talk with him one on one and thank him for paying for the ceremony, hotel, and flights. All he did was cradle my face in his hands and say, "Why, Luna, why wouldn't I? I wanted my grandson to have the world, and he saw that world in your eyes. Why should he have any less, and who am I to stand in the way of it?"

He made me feel special, and I began to look up to him. I saw why Taehyung would talk about him for hours. He was brilliant. After his wife passed, he dedicated his life to the business industry. I know he owns factories which create medical supplies in different countries, on top of the hospitals. I'm not sure exactly how much money he makes, but I had a feeling that if he could own his own Jet and multiple homes, not to mention his cars... He was set.

"Anty Luna?"

I felt a tugging on the hem of my dress. I turned to find Alyssa, in a little yellow skirt outfit, looking up at me with wide eyes, "yes, honey?"

"Tan I asted Uncle Tae .. him... to dance with me?" she pointed to him from across the floor.

"Of course," I said, rubbing her back, "go get him!"

She took off running, long dark curls bouncing against her back.

I loved how Alyssa warmed up to Taehyung. I never saw her close to a guy before like him, not even Mark or Yoongi. All week, since they met, she'd been over at our house, while Yuri and the girls helped me wedding plan. They had their own little routines... Baskin Robbins ice cream, movie night on Thursday, pancakes for dinner, pillow fights... The list went on and on.

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aehyung POV

"No I did not do that!" I laughed, holding my stomach because it hurt so much from laughing, "you're lying."

"You fucking did," Jungkook replied, pointing at me, "you should have seen yourself. Standing on the damn stage, drunk out of your mind, just because the damn cocktail waitress started hitting on you! You got everyone's attention, fucking had the mike in your hand and said, 'Ahem. My name is Taehyung Kim. I am the GROOM, hence the GROOM HAT I'm wearing' - drunkenly, I might add," he winked, "and then you said, 'In case you bitches don't know what the fuck GROOM stands for, it means don't put your nasty, mostly-uncovered ass on my leg and ask me to fuck you because I'M TAKEN you DUMB ASS SKANK WHORES!'. I about pissed my pants watching you! We couldn't get your drunk ass off the stage, so we just all climbed up there and started dancing and acting like idiots."

I shook my head, trying not to get too embarrassed, "I don't talk to women like that."

"Yeah when you're sober you don't," Namjoon corrected me, causing us to laugh again.

"Ahem," my grandfather, cleared his throat, shoving his hands into his black slacks. We all calmed down and looked at him, who nodded his head behind me. We twisted, and I prayed it wasn't Luna behind me, that way she didn't hear about how drunk I got last night.

It was worse. It was Alyssa, my adorable copy-cat.

I smiled and bent down to her, fixing her shirt so it wasn't crooked on her stomach, "hey sweetheart, what are you doing?"

"Tan yous dance wif me?"

"Can I dance with you?"

She nodded, holding her hands behind her back, rising and falling on the tips of her toes.

"Sure, I can dance with you."

"Oh no, he's got a new fan," Hoseok teased, and I flipped him off behind my back, where Alyssa couldn't see, before taking her hand. Jason Mraz's, "I'm Yours" was playing in the background, it's catchy beat spreading like wild flowers.

She pulled me to the spot she wanted and I lifted her arm, spinning her in a circle. She giggled, as her skirt spread out, creating a ring around her body. I spun her around the opposite way, enforcing more giggles. After that, she grabbed my other hand, and we bounced from foot to foot, me following her steps. Cameras flashed on us and I twirled her again, catching a glimpse briefly of Yuri and Luna in awe of us in the corner of the room.

We trotted around in a circle, and then I picked her up and spun her around, her legs flying in the air. She laughed until I slowed down, and then she threw her arms and legs around me. I cleared my throat and held my left hand out, and she placed her tiny right hand in it. Keeping one hand on her back, I began a jazz box-step that I was taught as a little boy.

She bobbed and swayed her head from left to right, smiling up at me with big, gigantic eyes. She was so happy.

I tickled her, and she laughed, latching onto me.

"Are you ready to our the flower girl tomorrow?" I asked her while we moved.

She nodded, clutching the shoulder of my shirt, "yes, I love flowers."

"What's your favorite flower?"

"The red wones," she giggled.

"What kind of red ones?"

"I dunno," she shrugged. "ALL of dem!"

"I like the red ones too."

"Yay! Dat means dat we are twins."

I held onto her waist and dipped her back, allowing her head and hair to fall toward the ground. Kids loved that shit. She giggled, waving to her mama and Luna wildly. I winked at Luna, before lifting Alyssa back in my arms.

"Tan I asted you a qwuesten?"

"Of course," I brushed the hair off her shoulder, spinning us in another circle.

"Um... does being wedded mean you won't be my fwiend no more?"

"Being wedded? Oh, do you mean being married?"

She nodded, blushing a tent of red along her cheeks.

"Noooo, I'll always be your friend, Alyssa."

"Yous pwomise?"

"Absolutely. Who else would watch Ice Age with me?"

"Good."

She rested her head on my shoulder, and the song slowed to another. I massaged her back, and bent my cheek toward her head. Her tiny fingers found my shoulder and she clutched more of my shirt.

We continued to sway slowly from side to side. It was really easy to get lost in her innocence and drift away from all of the chaos here on Earth. That was one of the things I loved about children. They're presence was like an ocean, flowing over you and swallowing you up. They kept you young.

"Hey," she mumbled, tapping her finger on my five o'clock shadow, "tu you wanna knows a secwet?"

"Yes," I smiled, moving more of her hair off of her shoulder.

"You's my favwite fwiend."

I couldn't help it. I beamed. A three year old little girl got me to turn into mush. I chuckled, squeezing her in a tight hug, "you are my favorite friend too, Miss Alyssa Ivory."

She nestled into my chest, batting her lashes. I couldn't figure it out, why she seemed so safe and calm with me. Yoongi had told me stories last night of her being wild at times, and throwing tantrums. I had seen her almost every single day this week, and not once had she thrown a fit. He told me that sometimes Mark had a hard time getting her to sleep. It took me about two seconds to get her to sleep. Now, I'm not thinking I am a prodigy for children or anything, but something never added up, from what people said and how she acted.

I absolutely adored her.

"Hey, you guys."

I turned Alyssa and I a little, and my mom stood, camera in hands. I readjusted Alyssa and she looked around, blinking a few times. Then she gave my mom a toothy grin and held onto me, and we snapped the picture.

My mom beamed, rubbing both of our backs simultaneously, "I can't wait until your little buddle of joy arrives, Taehyung."

I smirked, still swaying from side to side with Alyssa, "I know. I still hope it's a boy."

"Mommy's turn," Yuri chimed, reaching her hands out to Alyssa. Alyssa kissed my cheek before jumping into her mom's arms.

I turned to my mom, and we headed toward Luna.

"Have you two thought of any names?"

"Actually," I said, smiling down at my beautiful Fiancee', "we have."

Luna hummed, wrapping her arms around my waist and lingering to my side.

"Well?"

I grinned, rubbing Luna's back, "if it's a girl, we want to name her Anna Kim ."

"Awe," my mom gushed, "that's so beautiful! Oh my goodness, that's perfect!"

I cleared my throat.

"Oh, sorry, Taehyung, okay, tell me... If it's a boy..."

I beamed, rounding my shoulders, "if it's a boy, we're going to name him Changbin."

"Changbin Kim," Luna finished, giggling up at me, "he really wants a boy."

I nodded proudly, twirling ends of Luna's hair around my finger, "I do... I can't help it."

"I think it'd be amazing name," my mother agreed. "It's perfect. I love it."

"Plus he's grown quite attached to Alyssa, as you can tell, and he calls her 'my girl', which she loves... I think that's another reason why he wants a boy, so he can have both the attachments."

"Hey do you want to know what Alyssa just told me?"

"What?" she asked, while my mom grinned at us.

"She told me that I was her favorite friend."

They both gushed, just as I did.

"She's got you eating out of the palm of her hand!" Luna said, shaking her head and pushing it into my arm.

"Oh be jealous," I teased.

-

Around ten-thirty, our dinner party wound down, and we were standing in the hallway, where our rooms were, on opposite sides of the building, that is. I tugged on the sides of her dresses, wishing she was wearing something I could dip my fingers inside without getting slapped. I just wanted to feel her hips on my fingertips. The soft skin... the goose bumps.

She licked her lips when we pulled away for breath, then crashed against my mouth again. Each time she did, my body reacted feverishly. If her mother wasn't standing in the hallway waiting on her, I would have lifted her up and ripped those fucking panties off of her. In fact... the thought was very intriguing, still.

"Hey Taehyung," she said against my lips, running her fingers through my hair.

"Mmm?"

"I know you and Alyssa are favorite friends... I'm still your favorite woman, right?"

"Are you kidding?" I chuckled, enjoying her bit of jealousy, "Luna."

I clutched her face in my fingers, and looked down into her beautiful eyes, "you're my favorite everything. How many times do I need to say this?"

"Just checkin' baby," she whispered. Then, seductively, giving me a bat of her lashes, she said, "I really can't wait to have sex with you again," under her breath.

I couldn't fight the growl in my throat and was thankful when my mom called hers away. As soon as we were alone in the hall, I lifted Luna up with the strength of my arms. She gasped, swinging her head around to make sure that she wasn't being watched. When she realized she was safe, she threw her legs around me, and I slipped us into the stair well.

"Mmm," she moaned, when I pushed her against the wall, "wait! We can't do this."

I noticed her nipples hardening against her strapless bra, and brushed my thumb against the fabric of her dress, "ohhhh yes we can."

"No, we're waiting," she hissed, arching her back and trying to push me away with her hips.

I shoved back at her, crashing our bodies into the wall, unable to get a grip on my hostile tone, "woman, you're fucking killing me."

Then I bit down hard on her bare right shoulder.

She tugged at my hair, fighting against me, but with me at the same time, "quit it."

"No," I panted, pushing myself against her, trying to ease the throbbing in my pants, "can you feel what the fuck you're doing to me?"

"Y-yes, but you need to stop. We can't-"

I growled, fighting not to curse at her. I was beyond frustrated, there was no denying it. I licked along her neck, enjoying the taste on my tongue more than I should. "Fuck," I gasped, lapping at her with more vigor, "I can't wait to taste more of you. Don't you want me too, baby? Just say it, and I'll do it."

"Uhh, Taehyung, stoppppp," she bent her head to the side, trying to block my advance. When that didn't work, she started to grab handfuls of my hair, yanking it back hard, "dammit, I can't... W-we can't."

All that did was egg me on more. I grabbed her wrists and held them against the wall on either side of her head, then pushed my erection back into her, in tiny thrusts against her panties, which I could catch tiny glimpses of if I stared down there long enough. White. Satin. Bikini-style.

Fuck. I couldn't help myself. I had become a wild animal. Panting in her ear while she continued her half-assed fight against me, I slid my hand between our heated bodies.

Luna gasped as soon as I touched her through the fabric. And it was damp, reacting more with every flick of my finger.

"Mmmm," I smiled against her lips, while she attempted to shove me away again, "so wet for me, aren't you?"

"Stop!" she blushed, pushing me back again. She managed to unlock her trembling legs from me, but my waist had her pinned against the wall so hard, she wasn't going to reach the floor.

I still had my hand between us, and palmed her heat greedily, "damn Luna."

"Taehyung," she panted, once again, shoving me away, but pushing herself into my hand at the same time, "this has to stop."

"Just... let me..." I licked my lips and took a chance, sliding my hand inside her panties. And I couldn't help but groan, feeling her bare, slick, swollen flesh on my index and middle fingers. "Fuckkkk," I slid my hand down, circling around the pool forming there.

She was clawing at my shirt, pushing with her hands, but pulling me back at the same time. Moaning, trembling. She was having the exact same inner-battle that I was. "S-stopppp," she practically sang, cooing in my ear.

I turned her face with my free hand, and shoved my tongue in her mouth as soon as she gasped for air. My right hand continued, so light to drive her wild, but enough for me to scratch the itch of my horniness. I didn't dare enter her or tease her too much, knowing that if I did, we'd never leave this fucking stair well.

Her legs found their way back around my waist, and she struggled to regain any ounce of control.

I figured a little bit of dirty talk might be a way to let me get what I wanted.

"Do you know what I want I want more than anything at this moment?" I asked against her sexy lips.

She shook her head, the tug and pull fight continuing against me.

"I want you to sit above my face," I said, smirking as she whimpered, "and let me lick... every... single... inch... of your swollen... pink... wet... flesh... slowly."

"Taeh-"

"Like this," I said, cutting her off. Then I stuck my tongue out seductively, and starting at the corner of her mouth, licked along her top lip, across the arch, all the way to the opposite corner, then down along her bottom lip. The next time I did it, I slipped my tongue in her mouth a little bit more, trailing the exact same path.

With the third sweep, she started to suck on my tongue.

That was the very last inch of my restraint. The last brick came tumbling down.

My hands found her dress and I started to push it up, grinding myself against her.

"Mmmph," she breathed through her nose as I pushed into her again.

"Tell me that you want me," I said against her lips. "Tell me, and I'll take you. Right here, right now."

She shook her head but pulled me tighter against her.

"Don't fight it anymore. Just say the words. Tomorrow will still be perfect, I promise," I panted, practically begged, while she held my bottom lip between her teeth.

I continued to speak though, "I'll make it good for you. But tonight... can be-"

"Let's take the stairs!"

I closed my eyes and stiffened against Luns, as Jennie came tumbling through the stair well. She froze, hand on door, gawking at us. I turned my face to look at her, then got really hot, when I noticed my mom and Luna's mom standing behind Jennie. And it wasn't because I had her pinned up against the wall, or she was biting my lip, or her legs were around my waist, or her dress was hiked up past her hips. It was because my right hand was invisible to them, trapped between our bodies, in a very specific part I'm sure her mother didn't want to see me caressing.

Snapping myself out of misery, I took a step back and removed my pelvis from Luna, and she stumbled, trying to quickly fix her dress.

Holding my breath, I stuck my hands in my pockets, and Luna and I took another side-step away from each other.

My mom knew me and her mom knew Luna since we were fifteen years old. But they never caught us before, in all these years. And I don't know why it was embarrassing, I mean, hell, we're getting married and having a baby. We're adults, for Christ's sake. But still... it was.

"Well," my mom said, clapping her hands together, "guess we don't have to take the stairs now. We found them."

"Yeah," Luna's mom chuckled under her breath, "we sure did."

Jennie mouthed to me, 'I'm sorry," while Luna just blushed and took a step back toward me. Her hand found my back and she smiled reassuringly up at me.

"Luna, it's close to midnight," her mom said, "we were coming to see if you were ready to hit the sack. Big day tomorrow and all."

"Yeah," Luna replied, clearing her throat, "I'm... ready."

She stood on her tiptoes, kissing my cheek, "meet you at the alter?"

"I'll be there," I smirked, turning my face and kissing her lips, "on time, too."

She winked at me, before entering the arms of her mom. I watched as they walked side by side down the hall, and ignored my mother when she told me I needed to get rest too. After she left, Jennie entered the stair well beside me, and shut the door, "sorry buddy."

I shook my head, exhaling and trying to will away my erection, "no problem."

"If you want, I can go and sleep in Luna's room, and give you some privacy... I'll let you have my laptop, I'm sure there's internet in the hotel..."

I covered my face with my hands, shaking my head, "I can't jerk off. Luna's rules."

She giggled, rubbing my back, "I'm sorry. I feel really bad now."

I licked Luna's taste off my fingers and shrugged my shoulders, "what can you do, ya know?"

"Did you just..." Jennie's mouth dropped, staring at me.

I smirked and walked past her, heading toward my room, "yup. Tasted good."

"Taehyung," she exhaled, walking behind me, "what are we going to do with you?"

"Come on J," I opened the door, motioning for her to get inside, "rules are you're her bridesmaid tomorrow, but tonight, you're my best friend."

She sauntered in, flopping down on the other bed beside mine, "fine, but if I hear you caving in and slapping it tonight, I'm going to kill you."

"I can't make any guarantees if this cold shower I'm about to take doesn't calm my ass down."

"Fight the power," she giggled. "Oh, and hey, I know something that will take your mind off of the 'P' word for a while."

"What's that?"

"I got you a gift!"

I laughed as she crawled to the other side of the bed, and a long box out, "what the hell?"

She giggled, walking over to me and sitting it on my lap, "open it."

"Jennie..."

"Just open it! I wanna see your face!"

I licked my lips, tearing the corner of the heavy, long package, "so sweet, you shouldn't have."

"Well, what are best friends for, you know?"

I snickered, tearing it open. Inside, was a guitar box. Immediately, I lost my breath.

"COME ON, OPEN IT THE REST OF THE WAY!"

I pulled the case out of the box, and flicked it open. Then I gasped. Inside was a dark blue and black, Yamaha APX 500 acoustic guitar, all ready strung up for me. Toward the center, the blue turned lighter, fading toward the opening, and had white trim around the far edges.

It was ten times better than the acoustic one I had. And cost way more too.

"Jennie..."

"I know you broke yours that one night, and know how much you loved playing so... do you like it?"

"I love it," I shook my head, strumming my fingers down the chords, "this is the best present I could ever have."

She clapped her hands, smiling and bouncing around, "Yay!"

I sat the guitar to the side and stood up, pulling her into a big hug, "I couldn't have asked for a better best friend than you, do you know that?"

"I do know that," she teased, "but it's nice to hear you remind me."

I kissed her cheek, rubbing her back, "I love you very much. Thank you."

"You're welcome," she said, scratching my head before stepping away, "I love you too."

Through the past five weeks, I've noticed an increased change in my best friend. Since the slip-up, she seems to be slowly getting back into the old swing of things... much happier. I knew she wouldn't be 'normal' again for quite some time, but was thankful to Yoongi. I know he had a lot to do with her postive transformation.

I wanted to talk to her about it, and to let her know that I was always going to be there for her, but didn't want to get myself all emotional and shit, so I decided against it. Instead, I just messed up her hair like I used to and dodged when she swung at me.

She laughed as I jogged into the bathroom, dreading my cold shower.

-
T

he Next Day

Luna POV

I rolled over, yawning, and looked at the clock.

Crap. I could have slept ten more minutes.

I hated when I woke up before the alarm went off.

I stretched my arms out and sat up in the bed, blinking around.

Then I realized what day it was, and why Taehyung wasn't beside me.

"I'm getting married!" I shouted, in half-shock, half-excitement.

My mother levitated off of the bed, startled by my scream. She slid off the side of the bed before she managed to gather herself together.

I covered my mouth, giggling, watching her face change from paranoia to hurting, as she landed on my heels.

"Luna," she exhaled, hand over heart, "don't ever do that to me again. Do you want to give your mother heart failure?"

"I'm sorry," I crawled to her and helped her up, "I just realized what day it was."

"Well," she stood up, brushing off her bunny pajama pants, "you definitely made sure everyone on the floor realized what day it is as well."

"I'm really sorry."

"It's fine dear," she said, sitting beside the bed and yawning, "I was young once too. I know what this day felt like."

I nodded, scratching the haystack on top of my head, "I all ready feel like I'm losing time."

"Don't start panicking this early," she said. "Go get in the shower, make sure not to wash your hair, that way it'll hold curl easier. I'll order us some coffee and breakfast, and we'll call in the team to get you going."

My stomach started to fill up with butterflies and nerves and I started chewing on my fingernails, "do you think Taehyung is up yet?"

"Considering it's nine something in the morning, probably not. But no worries. He won't have to take as much time as us girls do."

I fell over on my side in the covers, moaning, "I know... He could show up in a ballerina costume and look just as pretty."

"That's how men are. That's how we know God is a man. The older women get, the longer it takes us to look pretty. The older men get, the easier it is for them to look pretty."

"It sucks."

She giggled, slapping my leg playfully, "get up, babycakes. Mommy will run the shower water for you."

"Thanks mom."

I curled up with the large pillow for a moment, imagining it was Taehyung's body. I didn't sleep well last night. Strange dreams, again. Not exactly nightmares, just things that didn't make no sense after you awoke. Sighing, I shut my eyes, imagining his warmth. In a few hours Luna, he'll be yours. To the point to where no one can take him away from you, ever again.

I bit my lip and smiled. I had made a pact with myself to not be a bitch to those fiddling with my hair and make up and dress today. Just smile and be in a good mood, so the hours will move quicker.

"Hey Luna," my mom chimed as she strolled back into the bedroom, "missy, get the heck up out of that bed, you need to get moving."

I groaned as she pulled me away from the pillow, then laughed as she pushed me toward the bathroom, "okay, okay, I'm going!"

"Have you got your vows memorized?"

"Yes, sort of," I shrugged, feeling more nervous, "I don't like to speak in front of people, you know? I don't want to think about it."

"You'll be fine, just recite them a few times in the shower."

"Okay."

I took a long shower, allowing the steam and hot water to relax my tense, anxious muscles.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and pulled the hair net off. "Hey mom," I said, as I re-entered the room, "did you-"

My voice was cut off at the notice of my sister Yoona, Jennie, Yuri, and Alyssa all in my room. "Oh, hey guys."

"Good morning, Bride to be!" Jennie said, bouncing over to me, "How do you feel?"

I shrugged, blushing.

"Delivery, Luna. Better than all these other flowers people have sent... Over by the nook."

"Thanks mom," I walked into the kitchen, to find a beautiful crystal vase filled with fresh cut, ruby-red roses. Beside it, a wooden box rested, which had a bow in the corner, and on top of that was a folded piece of paper.

Holding my breath, I opened it and read it out loud, because everyone was waiting to hear it anyway,
"'I need you more than my own life, and belong to yours more than my own soul'... I hope you enjoy these, I know how long you have been looking for them. Love Eternally, T.K."

I became giddy, lifting the wooden lid from the box. Gasping, I took the top book out. "It's the very first edition of Wuthering Heights! Published in 1885... Wow... it has the stamp and everything..."

"Awe, Luna!" my friends gasped, all reaching out to touch it.

I quickly hugged the book to my chest, batting hands away, "No I don't want it to get torn up! You can't imagine how expensive this is... I cannot believe he found this."

"How did Taehyung know you were looking for the first edition?" Jennie asked, sliding in behind me to grab a cup of coffee.

I covered my mouth, in a giddy overload, "It's... okay, so we were Biology partners when we were fifteen, and we were just friends at the time... He came over so we could study, and I had shown him my little bookshelf that was in the living room, and he pulled out my ragged, handed down copy of it and started making fun of the story. I quickly got offended and jerked the book from his hands, telling him how passionate I was about the love story and the characters, and he made fun of me for the rest of the night about it... in fact, I'm pretty sure he made fun of me for a month afterward... Anytime I'd take a book to class he'd be like, 'oh, why aren't you reading your little Wuthering Heights nonsense?', you know, just to pick on me and irritate me... But I cannot believe he remembered that I hadn't found it... after all these years."

"See?" Jennie said, rubbing my back, "Even when he's in ass mode, he can still be Romeo on the inside."

The other book made me gasp as well. It was the original 1649, 1st English Edition, of poems and poetry by Virgil... something I had never owned even a duplicate, but had always looked for. Taehyung and I used to spend hours in bookstores searching but never finding any published works of him, as they were rare.

"He's so amazing."

"Isn't he?"

"Yeah," I smiled. "I wish I could go thank him." ...for a few hours.

"Absolutely not," she said, "now go get you some clothes on. It's time to get down to business."

I quickly threw on my white sweatpants jump-suit Yuri purchased for me. It's white juicy pants, blue satin tank-top, and a white zip-up jacket, and on the back were blue letters that read, "Soon To Be Mrs. Kim". I became bubbly and bouncy just seeing those words backward in the mirror.

I was starting to get excited!

-

Taehyung POV

I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling.

I didn't sleep worth shit. Anytime I tried, that same dream I had from the night before kept popping back in to piss me off.

Jennie was all ready gone, I heard her leave way earlier, through the ins and outs of my consciousness.

Before I could sit up, Jungkook, Hoseok, and Namjoon came tumbling through the door, cheery and happy go-lucky.

"Hey fucker, happy fucking wedding day, bitch!" Jungkook said, jumping on my bed.

"Get the fuck off," I sneered, pulling the covers under my chin.

"Why?"

"Because I have morning wood and don't want to share my bed with you while I have it."

They burst into fits of laughter, Namjoon and Hoseok relaxing on Jennie's bed.

"Dude, just go take care of it," Jungkook tried, climbing off and walking toward my kitchen nook.

"I can't. Luna's rules."

"Fuck her rules, how's she gonna know?"

"Trust me, she has her ways."

"We won't say shit, will we guys?"

Hoseok and Namjoon nodded their heads in agreement.

I groaned, rubbing my face, "she'll know. She's doing this shit on purpose."

"And the pussy-whipping really begins," Jungkook teased, earning two middle fingers from me.

"Shut the fuck up," I sat up and climbed off the bed, taking my covers with me, hiding my shit from them.

"Yo, on the real, Taetae, she best let you put it in her ass after all of this no-sex bullshit."

"Jungkook, shut up," I chuckled, "your words aren't helping my situation."

"Taehyung, come on, talk to us, what's the Honeymoon plans?" Hoseok asked, rubbing his chin, "Are you going to just have sex the entire time you're away?"

"Yes."

"Like, kinky sex?"

I chuckled, putting toothpaste on my toothbrush, "Hopefully non-stop."

"Humor us," Namjoon said, walking in the bathroom without fucking knocking, "if you could get Luna to do three things on this vacation of yours, sexually, that is, what would they be? Shit she hasn't done yet."

I shook my head, brushing my teeth, mumbling through the paste, "go away."

"COME ON! We're you're best buds!" Hoseok shouted at me.

I kept brushing, shaking my head. I hated peer-pressure when it came to these three. They knew they could get any information they wanted out of me if they tried hard enough.

I had no reserve when it came to my best friends.

"We all know putting it in her booty is one," Jungkook said, walking in the now crowded bathroom, holding up a hand-held video camera, "so we can cross that one off the list."

"Guys, seriously, quit," I began splashing water in my mouth and swirling it around.

"I bet you he wants to be fucking tied down," Namjoon joked, nudging my side with his elbow, "'oooh, Luna, give it to me, mistress!'"

"Shut the fuck up," I laughed, pouring myself a cup of mouthwash, "I'm the dominating one in our relationship."

"Ooohhhhh, now he's talkin'!" Hoseok shouted, motioning for Jungkook to come on the other side with the camera while I gurgled my mouth wash.

"No I'm not," I said after spitting. I turned the water cold, trying to kick them away. "You guys all ready said one, leave it at that."

All they did was laugh and dodge my feet.

I tried to think of a way to answer their question so they'd leave me alone, without giving away too much detail.

"Come on!" Hoseok begged.

"Fucker!" Namjoon shouted.

"Please?"

"Yeah please!"

"Just give us something!"

Jungkook threw a towel at me, "Come on, Taehyung, three things and we swear we'll give you your privacy. Just three little thin-"

"I want her to touch herself in front of me, I want her to let me lick her everywhere, and I want her to trust me enough to let me do whatever the fuck I want. There, now get the fuck out," I pushed them into the walls and one by one, through the door, then I knocked the camera out of Jungkook's hand.

I heard him cursing on the other side of the door, but didn't care.

At least I got them out of the room.

"Don't be a dick to us just because you have a boner!" Jungkook shouted through the door.

Asshole.

-

Jungkook POV

I waited until we heard the shower water running, and then motioned for Hoseok and Namjoon.

Plan was in motion.

They laughed quietly, following me out of Taehyung's bedroom and down the hall.

"Okay, remember the plan?" I asked.

"Yep, tend to the mothers," Namjoon said.

"Get Luna to meet you in the stairwell," Hoseok replied.

"And no one else, remember," I stated. "Very important rule."

"We got it, we got it!"

I snickered, finding myself in the stair well. Taehyung better fucking thank me for this shit later.

I felt proud to be the best man.

About three minutes later, Luna came into the stair well, wearing a tight, sexy white jump-suit outfit, fresh face, hair pulled up in a pony tail.

"Damn," I said, shaking my head, "you look fine."

She blushed, shaking her head, "what do you want, Jungkook?"

"I mean, you're not married yet, so... you know, if you need Jungkook to alleviate some tension for you, I can be your best man too," I teased.

She slapped me hard on the chest with the back of her hand, "does Taehyung know you're in here?"

"No," I put up my index finger, "and it's very important that he doesn't find out. I come bearing gifts."

"Gifts?" she raised her eyebrow.

"Well, not necessarily gifts... more like, vital information that can assist you into Honeymoon glory."

She crossed her arms over her chest, "What are you talking about?"

I quickly opened the monitor screen on the side of my hand held video camera, and rewound the tape to where I started.

Then I walked in front of her, and after making sure no one was coming, I hit play.

She looked confused, until she saw Taehyung being chased into the bathroom by the three of this.

As soon as she saw him, she became giddy... that was, until she heard what we were demanding from him.

"I can't believe you guys m-"

"Shhhhh," I hushed her, "just watch."

She exhaled, watching the tape, giggling as Taehyung almost kicked Hoseok in the nads.

Then she heard his answer, and her mouth dropped a little.

I closed the case, and looked down to her, "Taehyung has no idea we showed this to you. He'd probably kill me. But I thought you needed the information."

She thought to herself for a few moments, face bewildered.

"What are you thinking?"

"Just... thinking," she pondered, biting her lip, "lick her everywhere," she quoted, "that can be... ewwwwwww, wait, ugh, Jungkook, why did you have to show me that!"

"Because you need to know what he wants! It'd be the best honeymoon present ever!"

Luna groaned, covering her face, "I do not feel comfortable knowing you know what he wants to happen between the two of us."

"This is what friends are for, Luna. Getting the information out on behalf of the guy, so they get what they want. It's sacrifice!"

"It's disturbing."

"Still." I ran after her when she tried to escape, and gently grabbed her arm, "Luna, wait, come on, be honest here. Don't tell me you haven't secretly fantasized about his mouth all over your body, or sitting on his face, or fucking letting him dominate you, because I'll call your bluff in a heartbeat."

"That's none of your bus-"

"Okay, so since we're not denying it, let's just say... Thank you, Jungkook."

She narrowed her eyes at me, but couldn't fight the smile inching the corners of her lips, "Thanks, Jungkook."

"You're welcome," I smirked, slapping her ass as she walked out of the stair well.

Mission accomplished.

We made it back to the bedroom with a minute to spare.

-

Yoona POV

Man it takes women forever to get ready.

We've been awake for a few hours, and have hardly gotten anywhere.

Luna blew out a gust of wind, and I watched as her eyes bounced around in her reflection.

"What are you thinking sissy? Talk to me." I said, wrapping a strand around the curling iron.

She shrugged, biting down her lip. I could tell she was fighting back tears.

"Talk to me Luna," I said again. "Don't hold it in."

"I just keep thinking I'm losing time," she said, voice shaken.

"What do you mean?"

"Well," she shrugged, her eyes falling to her lap.

I watched a tear drop straight down to her hands, and it clenched at my heart strings.

"I just keep thinking... this is the end, you know? I mean... if this isn't real anymore, if he isn't real this time... if we're not really together, then I'm running out of time. Any moment now, it's going to snap back into focus, and I'm going to realize that I'm all alone again... I keep thinking about... the night I was in that bathtub... I just... I don't know, really... I just feel like I'm going to wake up and realize I'm back in that nightmare. That he doesn't love me anymore, that he didn't pick me... That our life, and our future, and this baby and all of this is nothing but a fantasy I've built in my head..."

"No," I whispered, kissing the top of her head, "it's not your imagination, Luna. Taehyung and you are meant to be together, it's the way it's supposed to be."

More tears fell and she began to choke up, "I'm sorry, I know it sounds crazy but... I mean, I'm pregnant, and all over-emotional as it is, so don't make fun of me because I'm not making sense. But.. You know, a few times I've asked Taehyung if this is real or why he loves me, and he gets so upset with me. He doesn't yell at me, necessarily, but he tells me and tries to prove over and over and over again that it's real, that we're together and that everything is fine... and I was truthfully convinced of it, and finally content in my life, you know? So ecstatic, just waiting to get to the part of the I Do's, you know? But... now it's all hitting me, that maybe it is in my head. ...God, I sound idiotic."

"No," Yuri said, as she started on her next fingernail, "you sound like a girl who'd had her heart crushed before... it's natural, for us women, to build walls when we're broken. It's how we survive until we become strong again... if we're ever strong again, that is. But Luna, you are strong... You're passionate and caring and sensitive... and I think those are your best qualities. But Taehyung, he is real, and he's in the room down the hall, and he's probably just as overwhelmed with feelings as you are... but I know that he wants to be yours just as much as you want to be his."

"Yes," I agreed, "and you know that's not an easy thing for me to say. I mean, it took me forever and a day to get used to the idea of Taehyung Kim being back in my sister's life... But Luna, honestly, I never gave him a chance... But now I have, and I see how much that man adores you. There isn't a doubt in my mind that he just wants to be a part of your happiness."

"He's everything though," Luna said, almost argumentative, "every thought in my mind... every sound I hear in my head, every face I see. I mean... this is scary, in a way. I've never been more sure of this, but it terrifies me, how sure I am. Does that make sense? I mean... is it natural to be this willing to give your entire heart away without hesitation? Your entire life? This can't be normal."

"It's not," I said, curling another piece. "To be honest with you, it's not normal for most people to give themselves away one hundred percent. We may give ourselves away a good ninety percent, but never that full hundred... but that's because we want to keep something for ourself, just in case we get hurt... So we can rebuild if we have to. But sissy, you and Taehyung are not normal. No offense, and I mean it in a good way, but you two are not. You are that one in a billion couple that had every single thing fall around them, in it's perfect place, at it's perfect time. Not many people find their soulmate, they just create something close in their mind and count it as a 'good enough'. But you two, you found each other, and you held on to each other, even during the darkest of nights. Just remember why you two are back in each other's lives. It's meant to be."

"I just wish I could talk to him," Luna mumbled, "just tell him I miss him. Just hear his voice. I don't give a damn if he called me just to tell me about the weather... I just think if I heard his voice, I'd calm down."

Yuri curled out her bottom lip, "I'm sorry, sweetie. It won't be long now. Only... what... three more hours or something?"

Luna exhaled, clutching a photo of her and Taehyung back from High School, "it's taking forever."

"Sometimes it takes forever to get to forever," I shrugged nonchalantly.

Suddenly, Luna's head popped up and she looked at me through the mirror.

"What?" I asked, biting my lip.

"Nothing," she whispered, "...but I think that's the first time I've ever heard you make sense."

I giggled, swatting the back of her head, "don't make me burn you, child. I'm armed with a weapon here."

-

Taehyung POV

It had to be close to two o'clock by now.

I heard the door open, and quickly began rubbing my face.

"Taehyung?"

Clearing my throat, I attempted to make myself appear busy, "uh, yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I replied, wishing my voice was stronger, "just getting ready."

"Son?"

I felt my mom's hand on my elbow, and exhaled, shutting my eyes.

"Oh baby, what is it?"

"Nothing," I said, trying to walk away.

Of course, I couldn't, because she grabbed me tighter.

"What is it?"

"It's nothing."

"Taehyung Kim."

"Mom. Stop," I said, walking away from her, toward the bathroom.

She quickly ran in front of me, blocking the door way, "are you getting cold feet?"

"What? Nooooo. No, no, no," I shook my head, pushing past her toward the sink, "I'm only thinking."

"About what? Talk to your mother."

"It's nothing," I waved my hand in the air, brushing it off.

I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror, and cursed my red reflection. Fucking giveaway.

My mom stepped behind me and started massaging my shoulders, and I instantly relaxed, shutting my eyes and dropping my head. "Thank you."

"You're welcome baby. I don't want you tensing up today."

"I'm not tense, I'm just," I whispered, shrugging, "trying to wrap up my vows, and it's hard getting through a certain part."

"I thought you finished your vows," she stated softly.

"I did, but I keep re-writing them. Nothing I say seems good enough to explain how I feel."

"Sometimes it's hard to use words..."

"...Yeah."

"Well... what's got you upset? Maybe I can help you."

"I don't know..." I said, trying to shake it off.

"Yes you do. Tell me."

I twisted around and leaned against the sink, while she sat on the edge of the tub, "I wanted to... tell her how I felt when we split up, how empty I was without her, that way she can have a better understanding of how important she is to me... but... it really fucking hurts to put myself back there. I've been avoiding and avoiding that break-up shit since it fucking happened basically, with the exceptions of the binges, and... it sucks, putting myself back into that place. I start thinking about it and I get upset and... I hate it. I hate feeling that empty."

She frowned, looking up at me with solemn eyes, "I'm sorry baby. I know how tough it is."

"Yeah," I scoffed, looking down at the tile, "I really just want to tell her how much she means to me, but it's all coming out shitty."

"I don't think it really matters, the exact words that you say... I think the thing that counts the most is the person saying them. Luna's not going to thrive on every single word you say... but more importantly, the sound of your voice and the look in your eyes when you speak. She's going to see the person she chose to spend her half of forever with. She's going to be overwhelmed in emotion, and she's going to be reassured more-so every second that you are the one for her. So... if you struggle with the dark side of your history, then you don't have to go there. Just tell her how you feel now that you have her back in your life."

"Oh it's that simple, is it?"

"I know it is. I see how you look at her, Taehyung. You..." She stopped speaking, so she could look down to her heel, avoiding tears. Her voice was so low, I barely heard her talking when she spoke again, "The way that you look at her, Taehyung... your father and I don't even see each other that way. We're close, don't get me wrong. And we're happy as can be, in love every single day... But you two are rare. What you have, is rare. You have an against the odds relationship, and I don't want the two of you to back away from it cowardly just because it terrifies you. Not many people can compare themselves to the two of you, and for good reason. None of us have been as close to happiness as you and Luna are reaching today. So you have to welcome the moment with open arms, baby. Welcome it and seize it, for that moment is the start of your life together."

I sat up on the sink, running my fingers through my hair, "I just wish I could see her. Things come to clarity whenever Luna is around me."

She smiled up at me genuinely, "just another reason why this is meant to be."

I rubbed my face, and yawned.

"Did you sleep well last night baby?"

"No," I shook my head. "Can't sleep good without her."

"Well you had Cora didn't you? I know Spendor slept with Luna last night..."

"Yeah but still... I'm used to having my girl in my arms, you know?"

"I know," she whispered. "You'll have her again soon. Just..." she took a glance at her watch, "two and a half more hours... you are still aiming for a sunset wedding, right?"

"Mmhmm," I rolled my eyes, pushing the back of my head against hte mirror, "God, that sounds like eternity getting here. Almost three hours."

She snickered, standing to her feet, "are you going to shave?"

"No, Luna made me promise to keep the scruff. She uh... likes it."

"Mmmm," she placed her hands on her hips, "I'm not even going to ask about that one. Um... okay, how about... I keep everyone out of the room, and you just lay down and rest for a while? You don't have to nap, if you don't think you can, but just close your eyes and try to relax... After a while, you'll feel refreshed, and maybe you can think clearer that way... maybe those vows will make more sense."

I hopped off the sink and pulled her into my arms, "I love you mama. Thank you for everything."

"I just want you happy, baby" she rubbed my back, then led me into the room.

I snickered as she pulled down the covers for me and fluffed the pillow, just as she used to when I was a child. After I climbed in bed and got Cora Corona to lay down beside me, she kissed the top of my head and tucked me in, before flicking off the lights and closing the door.

And the strange thing was? ...I fell right asleep.

It just goes to show you that no matter how old we get, and what is going on in our lives, we will always need our mother's.

-
"Taehyung..."

"Mmmm?"

"Taehyung?"

"Yeah?"

"Wake up. You're getting married in an hour and a half."

I snapped up, to find Jennie sitting beside me, wearing her bridesmaid dress. "Hey. You look nice."

"Thank you," she giggled, shrugging her shoulders. "...Big day, huh?"

"Yeah. Thanks for getting me up," I yawned, rubbing my eyes.

"Get some sleep?"

"A little. Where's the guys?"

"I sent them downstairs to get all the tux's in order. They're equipped with Jameson Irish Whiskey and cigars, pre-warning. So I brought you some breakfast-slash-lunch... bacon and eggs, rye toast. Orange Juice, and I even went down the road to get you and Luna Starbuck's. You're welcome, by the way."

"Ohhh, you're a doll," I hugged her, and climbed out of the bed, "I love you, J."

"I love you too. Now... can I trust that you are going to eat and get your booty downstairs?"

"Yes," I stretched out my arms, and then dropped them to my sides, adjusting myself in my boxers.

She giggled, covering her face and walking away, "you're such a man, playing with his junk. Okay. Your grandpa and dad are down there with the guys. So... Get moving!"

"Eye, eye, captain."

She started to walk out, but I quickly grabbed her.

"Hey J?"

"Yeah?" she asked, looking up at me.

I smirked, rubbing my face, "what's Luna look like? How's she doing over there?"

She crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes at me, "You're not getting any information from me."

"Just tell me if she's doing all right, that's all I really need to know."

"She's full of anticipation and butterflies, but yes, she's doing okay. Every other second is, 'I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait..."

I grinned, nodding my head, "that's all I needed to hear."

"Okay," she smacked my ass, "get moving. Don't make me start a fire under your feet."

"Get out of here," I pushed her out the door, laughing while I did it.

-

Luna POV

I stood naked in front of the mirror, examining every square inch of my body.

I hadn't put on much weight so far, maybe an inch or so around my hips, but nothing that was going to make notice.

I didn't feel insecure today. I felt... sexy. Confident.

After all, this body wasn't going to be mine anymore, and I felt good about what I was giving away. On top of that, Yoona's suggestion for a brazillion wax made me feel that much better about tonight... though the pain of it was something I never, ever want to go through again for a while.

My hair was teased at the crown, my bangs pulled back in a small part at the top, and fluffed with volume and texture. The rest of my hair remained down, in large, wistful curls that bounced around in both directions. Full of body, plus a few shimmer highlights here and there thanks to my mom's doing last night...

Fingernails and toes French manicured. Foundation, bronzed blush and shadow, liner, mascara, plump lips... I was off to a good start.

"Hey mom!"

"Yes, darling Luna."

"Can you bring me my slip?"

"Are you ready to put your dress on?"

"Almost."

"Okay, I'll send Alyssa in with it."

I wrapped a towel around me, and giggled at the tiny knock on the bathroom door, "come in, sweetheart."

Alyssa bounced in, carrying my silk slip in her arms delicately, like it would break if she dropped it. She looked up at me with wide eyes, and held it out.

"Thank you angel," I kissed her head, before taking it. "I appreciate you bringing it to me." I slipped it on before removing the towel, so she didn't get any peep shows. Then I turned to face her, "pretty?"

"Yes," she nodded. "Tan I wears some of dat too?"

"Some of what?"

She pointed to my lipstick.

"Mmm... Yuri, can Alyssa wear some lip gloss?"

"Sure hun!" Yuri shouted from the ironing board in my room, and I waved to her, before lifting her daughter onto the sink.

"Okay, what color do you want to wear?"

"Da same as dat one," she touched my lips.

"Okay, open your mouth a little."

She did and I smiled, holding her face tenderly while I applied the light pink color.

"Okay, now put your lips together like this, rub it around..."

She mocked me, then released her lips with a smack.

I lifted the hand held mirror to her, "what do you think?"

She smiled wide and nodded, "pwetty like tu."

"Yes you are, even prettier than me, if you ask me."

"Fanks. Tan I help get du dwessed?"

"Sure hunny, if you want. Can you grab that box on the bed that has my shoes inside?"

She reached out for me and I put her on the ground, and she was off and running.

While she was doing that, Yoona stepped inside and cracked the door, before she started stripping her clothes off.

"Jesus Yoona," I giggled, touching her side. "Looks like Jimin got ahold of you."

She looked down and blushed at the hickey above her pelvic bone, "yeah... He's good at that."

"I'm not even going to ask," I laughed, turning around.

Yoona beamed and climbed in the shower, gasping at the water temperature, "I don't know Luna. He's just so wonderful. I feel like I'm going crazy or something."

"Why? Because it's Jimin?"

"No, not because it's Jimin, my best friend... but it's because it's Jimin, my best friend."

"Uh... aren't you contradicting yourself?"

"I don't look at it like, ew, how did I fall in love with my best friend. I look at it like, oh my gosh, I freakin' fell for Jimin, my best friend, and it's ending up amazing... how the fuck did that happen?"

"Uh oh, do I hear wedding bells in the future for you two?"

"Ha, doubt it. I mean, I ...wouldn't mind, of course, but we're both in a place in our lives where we're just happy being together."

I smiled and gave Alyssa a hug when she brought me my shoes, "I definitely have noticed you two smiling a lot more, that's for sure."

"Yeah," Yoona giggled, "it's really nice. I don't want to be a fucking cheesy girl or anything... but I will give you one tid-bit. The sex is... ECSTACY, ECSTACY, ECSTACY. I mean... mind-numbing, toe-curling, do me fourteen more times tonight please... ecstacy!"

I squat down in front of Alyssa, sure that Yoona wasn't aware she was in here with us, "don't repeat anything she says, okay?"

"Tay," she answered, before running off to her mom.

I shut the door and sat on the toilet so I could slip on my heels, "so it's that good huh?"

"Oh dear God Luna... I mean, he doesn't necessarily need the tongue ring, but the things he can do now that he has it... You should definitely tell Taehyung to get his tongue pierced."

I blushed and looked to the ground, "yeah well, apparently Taehyung's got other ideas when it comes to... that particular subject."

She stuck her head out of the shower curtain, ignoring the black mascara that was running from her face from the night before, "do tell."

I couldn't stop my cheeks from heating as I focused on a tile in the bathroom floor, "Jungkook showed me this video tape of Taehyung talking... he doesn't know I saw it... Anyways, it has a few things he told the guys he wanted me to do with him, sexually, and... I don't know, it's-"

"What were they?"

"Uh..." I shut my eyes, hating why I was so embarrassed. I am an adult, a woman, and I shouldn't be, but I am. "He said... something about licking everywhere, touching myself in front of him, and letting him dominate, or something like that... plus of course, the whole anal sex thing."

"Mmm... hmm," Yoona thought as she rinsed out her hair.

"What?"

"Okay well I say you should go for it."

"Are you ser-"

"Heck yes, I'm serious. Luna, okay. Listen to me, for I am wise when it comes to sex. If you do the few things that a man asks you, not only might you like it once you let your guard down... but you'll own the keys to his kingdom. He will be putty in your hands. He all ready looks at you like you have a light around you, but if you do what he secretly fantasizes about... if you go there... he'll look at you like you have a freakin' shining halo over your head."

"I take it you know this from experience?"

She stuck her head out of the shower, this time with no make-up streaming down her face, "yes. I would. Thanks to Jimin."

"Oh God, do I even want to know what he got you to do?"

She licked her lips, "let's just say... all of the things your man has listed on his wish notes."

I popped off the toilet, walking over toward the shower, "you actually let him... with his tongue..."

She raised her hands, shaking her head, "I know it sounds gross, but as long as you're clean... I'm telling you it feels amazing. And you can reciprocate there for them bec-"

"Ew, oh, okay, stop."

"I'm serious Luna! It's nothing to be ashamed about! It took Jimin about ten minutes to convince me to let him try it - and ten minutes is two weeks in your time - and the moment he did it... Holy shit. Best. Feeling. Ever. Almost better than the front... almost."

I covered my face and walked away, "I have freakin' images of that stuff in my mind now, thank you very much."

"Oh and the dominating thing... it's not like he's going to pull out chains and whipping benches. He's not that controlling! But just let him tie you up a little and explore your body. He'll die a happy man. Oh, and you must let him do the back door thing at least once. Just my suggestion. And touching yourself in front of him... girl, let me tell you. That man will come without even having to touch you. They're visual creatures, Luna. It's the way it is, and you can't change it."

"Yoona, I knew you were comfortable with sex but I had no idea you were into all of that."

She shrugged, sticking her head back in the shower, "when you trust someone, you'll pretty much do whatever they want, and let them do whatever they want to you."

"And Jimin..."

"I love him, Luna," she whispered. "Like really fucking, cheesy songs, heart beating like crazy, having breakfast in bed and sex every day... love him. Just him. It's like this switch turned on and everything came in focus."

"Really?" I gushed, feeling giddy she was being honest.

"Yeah... it's crazy."

"So no more Jungkook feelings?"

"None. He... won't talk to me, actually. He told Jimin he was going to be civil until after the wedding, for Taehyung, but he had nothing to say to him after that. I guess he's formed it in his mind that I was cheating on him the entire vacation or something stupid like that."

"Men are such tools sometimes."

"Yeah well he flew Miss Blonde, horse-faced Heather down last night so I don't know why he has to be a dick to us. He's moved on as well, you know?"

"Jungkook is a softy on the inside Yoona. He puts up a front for the world to see, but I've seen him with the shell cracked, and he can be pretty sensitive underneath. I'm sure that, even if he's moved on from you, it's still a weird thing to see you flaunting yourself with Jimin."

"What, so I shouldn't be happy I finally opened my eyes to something beautiful?"

"No, I'm not saying that. I'm just saying... try to be respectful when you do it."

"Luna, no offense because I love you more than anything, but you and Taehyung weren't too keen on being respectful when you two got back together, in front of Yoongi and Yeri."

"I know," I frowned, "but I didn't love Yoongi like you and Jungkook proclaimed to love each other."

"I was wrong though... I didn't love him, Luna. Because I love Jimin, and I can see the huge difference."

"It'll be okay," I smiled reassuringly. "It'll all work out."

"I know..." she climbed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her, "look at you and Taehyung. You two are proof that things work out."

I beamed like a fool and shrugged my shoulders, "...it's crazy, isn't it?"

"What?"

"Today."

"Yeah... it's sweet," she dropped her arms and swung open the door, "okay, enough bonding shit. Let's get on the ball here!"

I laughed and followed her toward the rest of the girls, who were now in their dresses, applying their makeup.

Taehyung and I got lucky because his mother's best friend, Jim Hjelm, was available to design my entire dress collection for me.

I chose Yuri to be my Maid Of Honor for a few reasons. One, she was my best friend, and had been for four years now. Second, she supported me being with Taehyung with no questions asked. Third, I had asked my sister Yoona to be our baby's Godmother, because that role fit her better. She was completely fine and understanding of why I didn't ask her to be the MOH. She was better with children, and though she was okay with Taehyung and I now, I felt that Yuri was more deserving of the title.

We were going to use Jennie as Taehyung's 'Best Woman' but I couldn't decide whether or not I wanted Yoongi or Jimin on my side, since they were my two best guy friends these days... Yoongi would have been awkward, since he and I dated, and Jimin was like Yoona when it came to just now coming around with Taehyung and I, so... yeah.

Therefor, Jennie and Yoona were selected as my two Bridesmaids. Their dresses were a copperish truffle color, with tissue taffeta fabric. Strapless, tea-length, asymmetrical waist which flowed to a tucked-in bottom, resting a couple of inches before the knee.

Yuri's was a two-tone satin strapless dress. Tea-length, with a high waistline and side pockets. The top was a chocolate mink color, while the long skirt was more of a light purpleish, silver toned, candlelight shade.

Alyssa's Flower Girl dress was a toffee-cream, full length gown, with a pink ribbon around the high-waist, and pink accent above the top of the square-neck line.

I asked my mother to be the person to walk me down the isle. I felt no one else could do the job now that my dad and Ron have passed on. She chose a cream, silky, tea-length gown, complete with a square neckline, heigh-length waist which had a thin praline ribbon around the front, wrapping around the diaphragm section.

Taehyung's mom did most of the wedding planning, so we didn't ask her to be in the wedding, because we want to stress her out. She too chose to wear a Jim Hjelm strapless dress, silky, with a mini pearl toned bust, and a high-waisted skirt in a purple-blueberry shade, with a dark waist belt.

Everyone's hair had curls in it.

Alyssa's in tiny, tight, bouncy curls. Jennie with side-swept bangs and loose, larger curls. Taehyung's mom hair was full of loose, fluffy, long curls. My mom also chose to do side-swept bangs, and ran her fingers through her hair, to make the curls seem more flow-like. Yoona teased her hair to make a 'back-from-the-beach-look' with her waves, and Yuri's hair was naturally curly, so she just wrapped a few sections around a thin-barelled curling iron for extra volume.

Everyone's make-up were similar as well. Pink and peach shades, bronzer, plump lips, mascara. For a finished look, they each added diamond bangle bracelets to their own liking, as well as similar necklaces, and tiny cloth flowers to put one of each on the side of their hair.

After I helped get everyone else ready, it was now time to focus on me... and that's when it really became real.

Biting my lip, I shut my eyes and lifted my arms, allowing them to pull the white dress over my head.

I could feel myself getting emotional, but I didn't let it overflow. It was a very overwhelming feeling, knowing that this time I put the dress on, it meant something.

This was the time where all of the years that Taehyung and I were both together and apart added up.

This was where all of our hard work building an 'US' paid off.

This was the first part of forever with him.

I blew out a gust of wind while they fluffed out the train and zipped up the back.

I wanted to surprise Taehyung with the dress I selected. I knew that everyone expected me, 'blushing and somewhat-shy and reserved Luna', to choose something that would be comfortable and flowing... and I wanted their jaws to drop when they see me step foot on the aisle. I wanted to wear a fitting dress, while I still had the chance, before I started to show too much.

I wanted to show him that I could look as beautiful as he made me feel.

It took me a few days to find the one I wanted but as soon as I saw it, I knew it was the one. A trumpet gown was what it was referred to as. I chose ivory instead of white for the shade. With it's strapless, lace accent, body-skimming silhouette, and chapel train. It was snug and formed to my body's shape perfectly, and started to flow out and down from the knee. It had an ivory satin ribbon to wrap around beneath the bust, tied in a delicate side bow.

My dress... was perfect.

I didn't stress once about it being strapless either. I knew it'd be okay.

My mom started to cry when she saw me in my dress, and had to excuse herself from the room for a moment. Yoona started to re-fix my hair a little bit, cursing under her breath about how I should have stepped in it instead. Yuri started accessorizing me, with two different sizes of silver, diamond bangle bracelets.

Jennie had her hands on her hips, studying me, "Luna, I need your ring."

"My ring?"

"Yes, the one on your hand."

"Why?" I asked, holding my hand to my chest. "He adds the band, not this ring."

She shrugged, "he just told me to come and get it from you. Don't ask questions, I have no idea why."

"But I don't want-"

"Please Luna, let's not waste time. Just hand it over. Time's a ticking here."

I exhaled, pulling it off and handing it to her, "this doesn't make sense."

"Most things don't," she said. "Be right back."

"I want that back, Jennie! A-sap." I felt naked without a ring there on my finger now.

After she left,  entered with my mom to her side, fresh faced and happy again. "Okay sweetie," my mom began, walking over to me, "let us get a look at you."

"Okay."

"Yes. Let's see here... Your shoes are blue, so that's covered. Won't be visible with this dress, and perfect for your second selection. You have something new, which is your dress. So you need something old, and something borrowed."

I bit my lip, looking around.

My mom, sniffling still, walked over to me and opened a box, revealing a white garter, satin, complete with thin bow and pearls accent, "This... was mine. My mother purchased it for me, on the eve of my wedding. She said that it represented my honesty and purity to your dad... and I'm saying it to you. The love that you hold for Taehyung has been nothing but pure and honest, even through troubled times. I see that now. So... I want you to wear it today."

"Oh mom," I gushed, as she took it out of the box, "it's incredible."

"Thank you sweetheart. Take good care of it.."

Taehyung's mom beamed, while Yuri climbed to her knees and slid the garter up my leg, "okay, well that's your something borrowed. We have something for you as well!"

"You do?"

"Of course silly," she smiled, pulling a satin box from her purse. "Now... this has been passed down from generation to generation in the Kim family. It was meant to be given to our daughter, but since that didn't work out and Taehyung is our only son... we want to give it to you."

She opened the box, and inside was the most amazing tear drop jewels. Amethyst. Real. Crystal. One dangling from a thin, silver diamond link chain, the other two on silver, hook earrings.

I gasped, pawing them through the box, "good gracious... they are... mind-blowing."

"These were Taehyung's grandmother's," she whispered, as she pulled the necklace out of the box and walked behind me, placing it around my neck. "And they've been kept in our safe since the day I wore them many moons ago... and I knew that they'd be perfect around your neck..."

I put the earrings on while she pulled my hair from the chain, and then held my breath when Yuri held up the full-length mirror to me.

I felt like a fairy princess. I was complete.

The entire room fell silent as we looked at my reflection.

"Wow," was pretty much the repetitive word of whisper surrounding me.

It summed up how I felt in that moment.

-

Taehyung POV

"Okay, okay!" Jungkook shouted, trying to get everyone's attention.

I looked around to all of my buddies, thankful that they could all be with me today... Jungkook, my best man, the one who's been with me through thick and thin. My groomsmen, Namjoon and Hoseok, my left and right arms in this life. My three ushers, my father, Yoongi, and Jimin - who turned out to be a pretty cool dude when I gave him a chance.

Also in the room was my grandfather, my work buddies who managed to convince Aubrey to let them leave to be here, Scotty, Andrew, and Jonen, as well as my college buddy, Ben.

"Now that I've got all you fucker's attention, there's a few things I need to say. First of all, as you all know, I am the best man of best men."

They all laughed and I shook my head. Arrogant bitch.

"In fact," he said, walking around and pulling a dark blue scarf off the back of the chair, "this is what is going to distinguish me between all you other bitches today. This scarf."

"Your scarf sucks," Namjoon teased, pushing him back.

"Fuck you, my scarf is awesome. I rock this scarf. It's chic."

"Whatever."

"Be jealous, dick. Okay, anyway. Before we all head out to go see Taehyung's last ounce of dignity fly down the drain-"

His voice cut off from my sucker punch to the chest, and he took a few steps back, coughing.

"I will murder you," I threatened, half-joking.

He waved his hands around, while all of my friends laughed, "okay, okay, sorry. Before we all head out there to see Taehyung enter a life of full bliss - watch the hands, I was going to say bliss, I promise - ...I have to give Taehyung his present from Luna."

I grinned as he handed me a tiny manilla envelope, and my buddies gathered around me. Inside was a letter in Luna's beautiful, but always sloppy handwriting, which read, 'This is waiting for you back at home. I wish I could fit in the envelope, but that'd be a pretty massive package... I hope it makes you smile as you have made me smile these past seven years. No matter what, I love you for always. XOXO, Luna.'

When I tore open the package, I found set of Polaroid tied together. As soon as I got the ribbon off, I about lost my breath. Inside were pictures of 1937 Steinway & Sons Grand Piano. Black satin tones, german strings, finished plating, fresh decal... gold finish and interior. I couldn't think of how much it cost off the top of my head, but knew it was in the six figure bracket. How did she...

"Holy fuck," I said, clutching my chest, "you've got to be kidding me... How on earth did she..."

My friends started cheering as I spread the pictures around, still figuring out how to breathe correctly. I couldn't believe her.

That woman... DAMN, I got lucky.

After I finally calmed myself down, we took a couple of shots and said a few cheers, and then I finished dressing up my tux. Scotty and Andrew went to hunt down the dogs, since they were acting as ring bearers in the ceremony - requested by Luna.

Speaking of...

"Jennie," I smiled, walking over and giving her a hug, "just the girl I was looking for."

"Yeah, yeah, here's her ring. What do you want with it, by the way?"

I stuck my hand in my pocket and pulled out surprise number one for Luna. A new ring.

It wasn't that I didn't like the ring I purchased for Luna before I asked her to marry me, because I did. That ring had blue in it, which was a color shared between us for years. And it did catch my eye before I purchased.

But the new ring that I am replacing it with... this ring sang to me. It really was her, wrapped up in a flawless piece of jewelry. It was intricate but polished. It was simple-elegance, yet internally complicated. It was admirably stunning and whimsical, just as she is to me. This ring - her ring - was meant to be on her finger. I knew it the very second I saw it. Nothing else would sit right on her hand.

Designed with a 18ct platinum band. Claw setting beneath a flat, single, solitaire princess cut stone... a 1 & 1/2 carat diamond, with a height of only .5cm and a width of only .2 cm. It was magnificent.

And of course, I had to do an engraving.

Since 'a moment of clarity' was taken from the previous ring, which I'm sure she'll still wear on a different finger, I chose to engrave this one with, 'His Heart', because she has my heart in the palm of her hands, or in this case, wrapped around her finger. On the ring she purchased for me - which I have yet to see; I made my mother get without her knowing - I asked to have a similar engraving on the inside of it as well, 'Her Heart', because I recognize that I have her heart and will do everything I must to keep it safe. Then on the bottom's of the rings, where you can see if you look down into your palm, hers says, 'ONE' with a picture of a heart next to it and mine says 'SOUL'. So if we hold hands or put our rings a certain way, it'd say, 'ONE(HEART)SOUL'.

Therefore, 'Her Heart + His Heart = ONE(HEART)SOUL'.

As soon as I explained it to Jennie, she practically turned into a gushing puddle of mud at my feet.

I laughed, rubbing her shoulders, "let's just hope Luna has the same reaction, okay?"

"Oh I'm sure she will. It's perfect. What about the second band?"

"Just a simple, thin, platinum band. That way she can slide it beneath the stone, and it won't be gawky. I've noticed she likes things simple."

"That she does," she exhaled. "I say, the more diamonds, the merrier, but that's just me... Then again, that many carats packed into that... When it comes to jewelry, I taught you well my friend."

I smirked, and threw on my tux jacket and readjusted my bow-tie, "how do I look?"

"Excellent," she grinned, "one more thing."

I steadied myself as she pinned on a splash of baby breath and dendrobium flowers to the left side of my jacket.

"Now you're ready."

I gave her a hug and turned to my friends and family, "Well gentleman, are we ready to marry me off yet?"

"We've been fucking ready," Jungkook said, adjusting his scarf to where both sides were even, "let's get the preacher man and rock this shit!"

I laughed and popped in a mint for luck, before giving the other ring to Andrew, so he could tie it on Spendor's collar, "Let's do this. I'm ready."

"Here's to Taehyung, may he be the best looking groom this world has ever seen!" my grandfather shouted, and all of my friends cheered along with me.

"Here's to Luna not standing me up," I teased, with a grin. "Or we will hunt her down with pitchforks."

"Here, here!"

"Gentleman?"

We turned around, to find one of our wedding coordinators, Andy, leaning in the doorway.

"Are we ready?"

"Yes," I smiled, exhaling.

"Follow me."

I crossed my fingers for luck as I did.