11th February 

The piano's notes resonated through Namjoon's ears. The tune made his eyes weary with happiness and nostalgia. After all, it was something that always took him down memory lane. The lane which he walked alone, but now, he had someone with him. Someone who was ready to merge their lane with his. Someone, who was ready to share their path with him.

As he waited, he could only reminisce about the last eight years he'd spent with that particular someone. He remembered their laugh, which was the first thing he had heard from them. The way the corners of their mouth dug into their cheeks when they'd laugh. The adorably cute way they chewed their food. The way they loved falling asleep on Namjoon's shoulder, by "accident". The way they'd bicker at Namjoon to stop leaving his things where they did not belong. Every tiny thing about them; Namjoon couldn't help but smile to himself as it all played back in his head.

Just then, the crowd shifted in their seats to look back. Namjoon's eyes followed suit and he gazed at the aisle between the rows of seats in front of him. A small girl in a cute pink dress walked slowly while laying a trail of red, pink and white petals.

The instruments followed pace and reached the chorus, when that particular someone entered the scene. They walked down the aisle looking straight at Namjoon with a bright smile.

Namjoon's face broke into a smile and his eyebrows scrunched up. His eyes looked glassy, but they were tears of joy. Yoongi, who was standing right beside Namjoon, patted his back slightly and smiled subtly. Hoseok on the opposite end, made eye contact with Namjoon and gave him a thumbs up and a bright grin.

Jungkook stood right by the aisle in his suit, with a camera in his hands. His lens focused on the man walking down the aisle. The man, who wore a white suit with boutonniere of pink and red flowers pinned to his chest. The man, Kim Namjoon's husband to be. The man, Kim Namjoon's other half, the love of his life. The man - Kim Seokjin.