Yoongi breathed out nervously as he fiddled with the lapels of his black tux. His fingers were shaking and he didn't even know that was possible. He had never been this anxious before.

"Hyung. Calm down." Namjoon spoke softly beside him at the end of the isle.

"I am calm." He snapped at his younger brother in a whisper.

"Hyung." Namjoon called up to him and Yoongi finally looked at the taller, tanned man.

"What?"

"Your whole body is literally shaking now." Namjoon looked at the nervous groom with worry laced in his eyes.

"Fuck." Yoongi whispered out and Namjoon had to signal an apology to the priest who simply smiled at the curse word. The old man probably had witnessed this same event many times in his life.

"Just breathe hyung."

"I am breathing! Don't you think I would've turned purple if I didnt?" He snapped again, this time it was louder than before.

Namjoon sighed and pressed his fingers between his eyes. "Okay. Try to breathe slower than.ntake a deep breath. Good. And breathe out. Great. Again. Very nice. See? A little bit better."

Yoongi glared at his groomsman who was now grinning. "Shut up." He remarked but was internally grateful that he was indeed a little bit calmer.

He heard snickering to see his so called friends pointing and laughing "discreetly" at him for being nervous. Especially Jungkook and Jin hyung who were laughing while slapping their thighs. He made a mental note to give them more projects than they could handle.

The pianist started the song and Yoongi's attention went back to the big door at the end of the hall. It opened and Yoongi's breath caught in his throat, forming a lump that he tried so hard to swallow.

Hana walked in, arm in arm with Taehyung, in her simple white Gucci dress with small flowers and jewels in her wavy updo. She smiled at him from the end of the carpet.

Yoongi's breath hitched at the sight of her. The way she elegantly walked closer and closer to him made his heart almost jump out of his chest.

Flowers were thrown before her steps and Yoongi's attention was now at his very soon to be wife's daughter, whom he felt is his own.

Twelve year-old Ha Young looked at him and smile maturely, and Yoongi could feel his exterior at trying to keep cool, crack. A tear formed at the corner of his eye and he had to blink it away.

She's growing up too fast.

Hana was finally at his side and Yoongi looked at the petite woman who was suddenly almost as tall as him.

A smirk crept up one side of his mouth as he leaned in to Hana. "You're wearing high heels?" He whispered.

"Shut up." She whispered back.

"And I am still taller than you."

"Shh!" They both turned to Ha Young shushing them and mouthed to her 'sorry'.

The priest started his speech and they whole time Yoongi clutched her small hand, his thumb occasionally made small circles on her skin, something he does out of habit.

"You may read your vows." The priest finally said and the couple turned to face each other.

Yoongi took a deep breath and blew it out, his lips forming an O. Both Hana's hands were now in his.

"Choi Hana," he looked into her eyes.

"You are my past, my present and most definitely my future. 20 years ago I heroically saved your life. 10 years ago you saved my future. Years from now please continue on saving me from spending too much money on Ha Young."

Hana was now laughing but tears were forming in her eyes.

"Hana, everything about you is love to me. Except when you would glare at me because I'm a pushover when it comes to Ha Young. But I would have you know, it's not my fault. She has superpowers." Yoongi pointed at the grinning girl behind his soon to be wife.

"I am not perfect. Almost. But not. So thank you for staying with me and please stay with me for many more years. Until you're an old halmeonni and I'm a good looking harabeoji. I love you."

After the eruption of whistling from the not so young boys from the audience, Hana smiled and cleared her throat.

"Min Yoongi, I suck at speeches so I'm just going to say thank you. For finally have the guts to ask me to marry you. For letting me have a final say in almost everything. For letting me choose the movies every movie night. For letting me choose the furniture for our house."

By now Yoongi was a little too red at her speech and he could hear the boys snickering again.

"But most of all, thank you for loving Ha Young as your own. For waiting patiently for me to be ready. For accepting me as I am. I love you Min Yoongi."

They ended it by exchanging their rings and Yoongi pulling her chin closer to seal everything with a kiss and pulling Ha Young in between them for a family hug.

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"Finally." Hoseok whispered out, his arm linked with Ye Jin's.

"Yeah. Didn't think I would still be alive to witness this." Jin hyung remarked.

"Pay up." Jungkook outstretched his palm to both the older men. "I won the bet." Ji Eun laughed at her husband's action.

Both men groaned and slipped him money. They both bet that Yoongi would never get married.

"You bet on them getting married or not?" Taehyung asked on the side.

The other 3 boys nodded.

"We did too!" Jimin said a little too excitedly. "Which reminds me," he turned to his boyfriend. "Pay up." He smiled until his eyes turned to crescents at the younger man who was rolling his eyes.

"Fine. Later. Might not pay you with money though." And he wiggled his eyebrows. The last sentence came out as a mumble.

"Taehyungie!" Jimin whispered-shouted at his boyfriend, slapping him on the arm.

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"So." Yoongi scratched the back of his head.

"So." Hana's toes started wiggling.

"Wait. Why am I so nervous?" He breathed out.

"Me too."

"Shit." He palmed his face as he sat on Ivy Hotel honeymoon suite's bed.

Rose petals were thrown around on the sheets, as cliché as it could get.

"Okay you know what. Let's just sleep." Hana said and Yoongi agreed.

They changed into their sleepwear and got on the bed, Yoongi diligently brushed all the petals off the bed.

He laid down afterwards and extended his arm for Hana to rest her head on it, as per usual.

An arm snaked around Hana's waist and she snuggled closer, tugging the covers over their body.

"Thank you babe." She whispered out.

"For?"

"Everything."

Yoongi pulled her chin up and kissed her softly. "You know, maybe we should use this suite for its intended purposes."

Pink hue tinted Hana's cheeks and made Yoongi smile in appreciation. 10 years together and she would still get shy sometimes.

"You're not tired?" Her fingertips brushed his jaw and he leaned towards them.

"Excuse me, Choi Hana, I'm still young you know."

"Uh-huh." She cocked her head to the side, patronizing her husband.

"You want me to prove it to you?"

"You can try."

"Ooh... Challenge accepted." Yoongi threw the covers aside and hovered over her just to stare at his wife for a while.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm looking at you."

"Why?"

"So that if I die now, you'd be the last thing I see."

"Eww. Cheesy."

Yoongi laughed and kissed her, slowly which turned passionate in an instant.

They spent the night making love and falling asleep, just to wake up and make love again.

What Hana didn't know was, that cheesy line was truly the last sentence Yoongi said before he died.