Written in the stars

Jennie

I smoothen the edges of my white dress,

As I try to calm down my nerves.

WHY AM I SO NERVOUS?

"Ah! My daughter is so pretty. You're all grown up now, Jennie." Mom says, about to cry.

"Eomma, if you cry, I'll cry!" I whine.

Then, my amazing bridesmaids enter.

"Our unnie is getting married now! I still remember the day she came to Jangjae High, I'm gonna cry..." Chae squeals.

"Jen, you're so yeppeuda, this is why you're the IT girl of the industry!" Jisoo chuckles.

"Ah, and I thought, you looked beautiful at that final concert in the school, that was you getting started. You're amazing Nini!"

Yeri giggles.

I chose Lisa, Jisoo, Chase and all of Red Velvet of course.

Except for Irene, because she is my...

*drum roll please*

MAID OF HONOR!

I feel like it was more fitting,

She's been there from the start.

Not to say Jisoo, Chae and Lisa haven't

But we've known each other for longer.

It just seems more fair.

Besides, I don't think I could have chosen

Between Jisoo, Chae, and Lisa.

Oh, why can't weddings have more than one maid of honor?

"OMO! It's almost time! Jennie, we need to get you to the church!" Mom exclaims.

As we head to the limo, Lisa and Jisoo handle the press outside.

"What can we expect from the wedding today?" One reporter asks.

"Hmm... I don't know. I think they're going to get married?" Lisa answers sarcastically.

They then get ushered into one of the vans to be taken to the church.

We finally arrive at the church, and not a moment to spare.

Appa takes my hand as we enter when the bridal music comes on.

Speaking of which, my parents got back together.

Mom mentioned that they both learned a lesson from Yoongi and I.

"I learned that sometimes, two people need to fall out of love, to realize how much they need to fall back together."

I smiled at the thought.

It's been a long journey, but now we're here.

And I'm with the one I love. You.

As I walk down the aisle, reminiscing on everything that lead us to this moment,

I can't help but want to cry.

(A/N: Your author is getting emotional too, she's gotten too attached to these characters)

As I move forward to the altar,

I see you.

Poor boy.