July 2, 2010 || The Wedding Day💍

Y/N'S POV

I let out a slow breath, my fingers icy against my lap despite the warmth of July. Nervousness settled deep in my chest as I sat before the mirror, the makeup artist working on me with delicate precision.

It’s finally the day. I’m getting married.

Does it always feel like this—this strange mix of excitement and fear—even when you’re the one who agreed to it?

My heart pounded, my thoughts spiraling. A small part of me wanted to run, to escape before it was too late. But where would I go? What excuse could I possibly give? That, the reason I risked the huge title of the two families infront of the whole media & guests because my stomach was churning at the thought of marriage?

That's the best way to be disowned.

I had no valid reason to back out—only the overwhelming uncertainty of what lay ahead.

Lifting my gaze, I met my own eyes in the mirror. I looked beautiful, just as an ideal bride was supposed to. But would I be an ideal wife too?

Marriage came with responsibilities, expectations—things I had no experience with. It’s my first time getting married, for God’s sake. That thought should’ve made me laugh, but instead, it left me with more questions.

Would Taehyung be a good husband? Would we be a good couple?

I don’t know.

Imagination was a beautiful yet exhausting thing. I loved dreaming about the future, but reality rarely aligned with fantasies. What if we ended up divorcing one day? Would it be because of me? Or would he turn out to be nothing like I thought?

Still, marriage had its beautiful side too. I had seen it firsthand in my parents—the only couple I truly understood.

They, too, had an arranged marriage. Yet, the way they loved each other, even after all these years, was endearing.

The way my dad teased my mom, pushing her buttons just enough to annoy her—only to pull her into a hug and kiss her head moments later—was the sweetest thing ever. He was the only one who could make her angry and then effortlessly win her over again.

Would Taehyung and I ever be like that?

Would our kids, someday, look at us and think this is what love should be? Would they believe that marriage wasn’t such a bad decision after all?

The thought made me chuckle nervously.

"Y/N!!!"

A loud squeal from behind snapped me out of my thoughts. Before I could turn, two bodies tackled me in a tight hug.

"Finally! My innocent puppy is getting married!!" Rosy practically screamed, pulling back to pinch my cheeks. "You look so gorgeous, queen!"

"Innocent?" Ji-So arched a brow, giving me a mischievous smirk. "Girl, you picked the most handsome man in the world to marry, and you're still innocent?"

They both burst into laughter, while I groaned, rolling my eyes.

"Speaking of Taehyung…" Rosy wiggled her brows. "Does he have any brothers?"

I huffed out a chuckle as I rolled my eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, and our groom... please hold your breaths, because here comes our beautiful bride!!" Jimin announced through the mic, and the curtains opened, revealing the audience and Taehyung standing under the spotlight. I glanced at my dad, whose arm was interwoven with mine. I smiled, determined not to cry. My dad nodded, giving me a reassuring smile.

We took a step forward toward the aisle. The lights shone brightly on me, but my eyes were fixed on Taehyung, who was wiping his eyes with a tissue. Wait… was he crying or just sweating? My vision blurred with tears, and I could barely make him out in the bright spotlight that bathed him. He was dressed in a white suit, his forehead exposed, as always. My heart raced, and butterflies danced in my stomach from a mix of happiness and nervousness. I clutched the bouquet tightly in my hands to steady my anxiety. We’re really getting married!

I walked down the aisle with my dad, finally standing in front of Taehyung. He sniffed quietly, trying to hide the tears. This marriage might have been arranged, but at least we were both happy to start this new journey.

"She’s my only daughter," my dad’s voice cracked. "And now, as I give her hand in yours…" He placed my hand in Taehyung’s, and we both exchanged a glance. "I’m passing her responsibility onto you. I’m giving you my daughter, a piece of my heart, my thunderstorm. Can I trust you?" he asked.

Taehyung gripped my hand tightly, his voice firm but gentle. "You can trust me, sir. I’ll never make you regret your decision." His eyes shone with trust, sincerity, and determination. "Your daughter is now my wife. Y/n is my responsibility now," he promised, winning both our trust.

In that moment, I knew I’d never regret this decision. Taehyung just made me fall for him even more.

"I, Kim Y/n, take you, Kim Taehyung, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, to care and to forgive as God does, till the death do us apart, according to the God's holy law and this is my solemn vow"

"I, Kim Taehyung, take you, Kim Y/n, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, to care and to forgive as God does, till the death do us apart, according to the God's holy law and this is my solemn vow"

Taehyung and I stood hand-in-hand, exchanging our vows, our gazes locked on each other in front of the witnesses gathered in the wedding hall. The applause rang out. This was the first time I’d seen Taehyung smile so naturally, and if his small smile was that beautiful, I couldn’t even imagine what his full, complete smile would look like.

"And now I declare you both as husband and wife for the rest of your lives," the priest announced, his voice clear and loud. We were officially married—husband and wife!

"You may kiss the bride!" he said.

My breath caught in my throat. How had I not thought about this? Taehyung would be my first kiss, but... like this? I liked Taehyung, I did, but we weren’t close enough yet to be physical. And did I really have to kiss him in front of everyone? Anxiety surged through me, and I found myself avoiding eye contact with him. But before I could overthink it any further, Taehyung gently pulled me closer.

I gasped. He was close—too close. My heart felt like it was about to explode. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for what was about to happen. I didn’t want our first kiss to be like this; it felt so uncomfortable.

But instead, I felt his soft, warm lips on my forehead. I blinked in surprise, opening my eyes to see Taehyung’s lips resting gently on my forehead, his hands steady on my waist. The tension melted away, and my heart calmed. I wasn’t anxious anymore.

He backed away, his hand slowly moving from my lower back and coming back to hold my hands again. I blinked, my heart still racing as I looked at Taehyung who had won my heart with this small, sweet move.

He acted nonchalant, as if he didn't feel my nervousness but deep down I felt that he understood what was going through my mind, and I was grateful for that.

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"Congratulations, you both!" Jimin beamed as he hugged us warmly, standing on the stage after the wedding ceremony.

"Jimin!" I pointed at his right eye, noticing the swollen, purplish-blue bruise. "What happened to your eye? It's swollen!" I asked, concerned. From afar, I hadn’t been able to see clearly because of his glasses, but up close, it was obvious. I looked at him, hoping for an explanation, but he just stared at Taehyung, avoiding my gaze, while Taehyung did the same.

Jimin scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Uh, uh," he cleared his throat. "Y/n, you should meet my wife. Fatema, come here!" he called out.

I didn’t think much of it at first, shifting my attention to the woman approaching us. I was curious to meet this lucky woman.

"Congratulations, sir!" Fatema said, passing a large bouquet of roses to Taehyung.

"Wait... 'sir'?" I squinted, confused.

"We work at the same company," Jimin whispered, leaning in between the three of us. "We actually had an office romance, you see." His words were followed by a mischievous grin. I widened my eyes in surprise. They were certainly an iconic couple.

Fatema then stepped forward and gave me a warm hug. "Congratulations, ma'am!" she said with a sweet smile.

"Y/n, please," I corrected.

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It was time to say goodbye.

My heart felt unbearably heavy, slowly fracturing as reality set in. This was it—the moment everything changed. I had to leave my parents, my home, my bedroom—everything I had known for 21 years.

It was funny, in a painful way, how something so familiar could slip away in just one day.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I threw myself into my dad’s warm embrace, clutching onto him like a child.

"I don’t want to go with Taehyung anymore!" I squealed, my voice breaking as the tears finally spilled over.

My mom sighed softly, her hands cupping my face with a gentle firmness. "No, dear… You have to go. You’re starting a new life, but we’re still here for you," she murmured, wiping my tears away with her thumb.

Dad nodded, his own emotions barely contained. "We aren’t going anywhere, sweetheart. You can come home whenever you want," he reassured me.

But I shook my head stubbornly, signaling no.

That’s when Dad turned to Taehyung, who had been silent the entire time I cried.

"Taehyung, you’ll bring her home whenever she misses us, right?" he asked.

For the first time, Taehyung met my tear-filled gaze. His deep voice was steady, considerate. "If you don’t want to leave your parents, we can shift to your house, Y/n. It’s alright."

Silence fell over the room.

Everyone, including me, stared at him in shock.

"I guess you both need rest. You should head to your place now," Taehyung’s mother interrupted, her tone quick, almost panicked.

I swallowed, unable to process what had just happened. Why was he like this?

Before I knew it, Taehyung was holding the car door open for me. With one last glance at my parents, I stepped inside, my heart twisting painfully.

As the decorated car drove off, I turned my face away from Taehyung, ashamed. Why did I cry so much when I was leaving anyway?

A small movement caught my attention.

A perfectly ironed white handkerchief appeared in front of my eyes.

I hesitated.

It was Taehyung, wordlessly offering it to me.

I took it, still refusing to look at him, feeling guilty for staining something so pristine with my messy emotions.

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A/n:- Y'all Jimin and Taehyung had a friendly fight, don't take Taehyung as a psychopath or something 👀

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