Jungkook's perspective:

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Today was the day.

The day when my best friend gets married to the love of my life.

Everyone was happy. Laughs were shared, preparations were made, the venue looked beautiful and everything was perfect.

Except me.

Why couldn't it be me?

"I can't believe this," Jimin said, stressed as he gave me a painkiller.

Taking it, I muttered a thank you as I held my throbbing head.

"I never thought you'd get this drunk." He continued.

Why couldn't I be the one to keep her happy?

"I'm never drinking again," I muttered. "It was not worth it."

"It never is." Jimin shrugged before staring at me. "Tell me Jungkook, what's wrong?"

Everything is wrong. I just want to kiss her and take her away.

"What do you mean?" I mumbled.

"You hated alcohol-"

"I still do."

"Yeah yeah. And yet you got drunk. Why is that?" His eyes observed me, waiting for any hidden answer.

I wish I could be with her.

"I'll tell you someday. Just not today." I sighed before fixing my hair. "How do I look?"

"You look great." He said truthfully, making me smile.

I wish I was the groom.

"Great. So where are the rings?" I asked him, fixing my suit.

"What do you mean?" He asked. "You had them yesterday."

I froze.

"No, I didn't," I said slowly. "I knew I was going to get drunk so I gave them to you."

Jimin's eyes widened in horror.

"Oh my God." He muttered. "I lost the rings."

"You WHAT?!" I heard a screech.

My heart started beating quickly as stress took over me.

This was Mira and Tae's day. I couldn't let it get ruined.

I couldn't let that smile fall off her face. Not on her special day.

The only thing I can do for her is to make her smile. I can't fail at that too.

"Okay. Let's try to calmly remember." I said, urging him to sit down. "What did you do last night? I want every single detail."

"Okay." Jimin breathed out. "I took the rings from you, got a little drunk, danced around, checked if I still had the rings, confirmed that they were there, made out with Yoongi in the clo-" His eyes shined.

"The closet!" He exclaimed. "I gotta call Yoongi. Maybe I dropped it there."

After a stressful call and half an hour of wait, Yoongi arrived empty-handed, making everyone sigh in distress.

"I just have one question." I began. "Why the hell did you make out in the closet?"

"Seemed like a good place at that time." Yoongi shrugged.

"Guys!" Tae waved us over as we all froze up in fear.

What were we going to do?!

"Everything okay, right?" He asked.

"Yup!" We all said rather hurriedly, smiling at his suspicious face. "No problem at all."

"Okay, good." He sighed in relief. "You do have the rings, right?"

Fuck.

"Of course!" Jimin laughed. "Why wouldn't we?"

"Great. I thought you lost them or something." Tae said, making us all laugh nervously.

We were going to die.

"So where are they?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" Yoongi asked, scratching the back of his neck.

"The rings, guys." He laughed.

Oh fuck.

"Okay. So we lost them." Yoongi said immediately, making almost everyone shout at him.

"You...lost them?" Tae asked, his smile turning into a much darker look as his voice went down an octave.

Oh boy.

"Uh...yeah."

Silence.

Complete and utter silence.

And then...

"I know." Taehyung rolled his eyes before taking out a box from his pocket. "Idiots. Leaving the ring box in the open like that. What if someone took it?"

We all stared at him dumbfounded.

"YOU HAD IT ALL ALONG? YOU LITTLE- UGH!" Jimin walked away in a huff, knowing he can't kill Taehyung on his wedding day.

The said man chuckled before turning to look at us seriously. "Don't lose them again."

We saluted in return.

"Oh. It's time for me to go. Tae, you have to go too." Yoongi reminded before rushing out, ready to walk Mira down the aisle.

My heart hurt at that thought.

Initially, I did plan on walking down the aisle but I just knew I couldn't.

Seeing her get married from the best man's point of view is painful as it is. Imagine walking her down the aisle and handing her to the other guy as she merrily goes ahead to marry him.

I just couldn't.

Thankfully, Yoongi took on the role which made me happy.

He makes this wedding more bearable.

Shaking all these thoughts away, I stood beside Taehyung. We all waited for a few minutes as a few people talked quietly.

Soon, everything stopped as the music started playing. We all turned to look at the bride.

And wow.

There she was.

Walking down the aisle while looking beautiful in the white gown.

I felt breathless as I looked at her, letting this all sink in.

She was beautiful.

She was going to get married.

To another man.

It truly hit me and all I wanted to do was to sob my heart out.

I wanted to be selfish. I wanted to stop the wedding. I wanted to object. I wanted to confess.

And I almost did.

I almost shouted 'I object!' like in the movies, but I stopped myself.

Why?

Because of Mira.

I looked at her smiling at Taehyung, the love clear as day in her eyes as she whispered something to him.

What would I get out of ruining her wedding? What kind of a person would that make me?

No. I won't object.

I let a small smile spread on my face as she quietly giggled while Taehyung fumbled with his vows.

All that matters is that she's happy. It's not like she would be with me if I objected anyway.

And so, I pulled through. It took everything in me, but I put on my best smile for the rest of the wedding.

As soon as they kissed, a small part of me died.

I can only hope that's it's the part that loves her so much.

It was lunchtime, and I escaped for a while to take a small walk and collect myself. I needed this break right now, or I'd ruin everything.

Walking through the small path, I let the wind mess with my hair and enjoyed the small moment of peace I had.

"Hello." I heard a voice speak.

I turned around to see a girl. She was staring at me with a small smile on her face.

For some reason, I felt peaceful when she was around. Her aura was...calming.

"Hey," I said back as we looked at each other.

"You're a writer, huh?" She asked, making me nod immediately.

I never questioned how she knew that.

"Yeah. I am." I said proudly. She smiled widely before sighing.

"I must say, I'm not fond of writers." She let out sadly, making me frown.

"Why is that?"

"It's so easy just writing a happy ending for the main leads. What about the other people who are not happy? Must they just suffer this way for the rest of their lives? Isn't that cruel?" She questioned.

"That's not true."

"How so?" She demanded an answer as I thought for a bit.

"A writer...puts thought into their writing. They work hard to try to make the story as good as possible. The characters are like their own family. And it hurts them when they have to go through a sad ending." I admitted, making her sigh.

"Oh, I know." She muttered.

"Huh?"

"Nothing. Continue." She smiled.

"After the ending, you leave the characters to make their life a happy one. A story doesn't end just when someone declares an ending. I like to believe that the characters mend their lives the way they like." I explained, having no idea as to why I was explaining this.

"Huh." She let out, thinking deeply.

There was silence as I stared at her intently, waiting for her response.

"And what if..."

"Hm?"

"What if you were a character in a book? What if the author destined you to have a sad ending?" She asked as I frowned.

"You would hate her." She whispered, looking down.

I never questioned how she said it was her.

"Of course not," I said, making her look up in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"The writer may have written my story, but I know for a fact that she means no harm. And even if she did give me a sad ending, who says I can't break that curse?" I raised an eyebrow.

"How-"

"Some people say 'you are destined to be this way.' I say bullshit." I scoffed before smiling. "Your life is in your hands, and I bet you can break through any curse as long as you try hard enough."

She looked at me, slowly letting a smile spread on her face.

I let a small smile grace my lips too, feeling satisfied with her happy face.

It felt like cracking a joke as a kid and your parents genuinely laugh at it.

It felt wholesome.

Why?

"Such wise words." She chuckled. "You'll do great in life. I'm sure of it." She looked content.

I smiled back, feeling lighter than before. Her smile was contagious.

"Who are you?" I asked curiously, not knowing why I was so comfortable with a stranger. Something felt so oddly familiar...I couldn't point it out.

I just knew that with her, no matter what I would be safe. Even if she put me through hell and back.

I trusted her.

I blinked.

What the fuck was that?

"Who am I?" She asked, nervously chuckling. "Well..."

She came closer as I kept her, just staring at her as she did her thing. She cupped my face before placing a sweet kiss on my forehead.

"I'm your well wisher and I hope you can forgive me for what all I've done." She spoke.

"Keep up with this attitude, Jeon Jungkook. I know you'll have a happy life ahead of you."

She smiled again as I just stared at her, letting happiness spread through me like a wildfire.

She took out a box from her bag before giving it to me.

"This is for you." She smiled fondly. "Go live your life, Mr Writer. Until next time."

Waving goodbye, she walked away from me as I watched her figure grow smaller and smaller.

Just as she disappeared from my sight completely, it was as if I just snapped from a trance.

"What the hell just happened?" I questioned myself before looking at the gift in my hand.

I did contemplate throwing it away or leaving it behind, but I acted stupid and decided to open it.

What could I possibly lose anyway?

I slowly undid the black coloured ribbon before removing the gift wrap and opening the box.

There was a note written which caught my attention. I slowly took it out to read it.

To Jeon Jungkook,

You don't know who I am, but I know you like the back of my hand.

That came out creepy, but we're going to ignore that and move on.

What I want you to know is the fact that you'll always have me with you. You're not alone, even if you feel like it. And this gift is very special. It might look and work like any other, but it holds a deep meaning in both of our lives.

So, keep this close to you when you feel sad, angry, lonely, or anything. It's guaranteed to ease you.

This is not a goodbye, Jungkook. This is just a...

Just a 'see you later'.

Take care.

Until then...

-Author

Huh.

I probably should've been scared, but I wasn't.

There was another small note behind it.

P.S: THROW THIS PAPER AWAY! KEEP THE GIFT BUT THROW THIS AWAY! THIS IS A REMINDER OF MY EMBARRASSING SOCIAL SKILLS!

I chuckled, not knowing why I am so calm.

Crushing it, I chucked it into the nearest dustbin before looking at the box.
It was simple yet beautiful.

Opening it, I took out the shining metal in the box before examining it.

It looked elegant and perfect.

Smiling, I kept it back in the box.

It was a pen.

And it was one of the best gifts I ever got.

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