Re:Marked (Marked Series #5) | NCT Mark AU Fiction

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From this Moment On

The bells rang with the familiar bridal song they played in the background. I thought I heard birds chirping along, but maybe that was just my consciousness messing with my head. The crowd stood for my arrival... Clapping, tearing up, and staring at me with bright smiles.

My hands were shaking as I held the bouquet of flowers with tremors I couldn't stop. The long white fabric tailing over my feet was ridiculously heavy that I might trip and potentially embarrass myself in front of all these people. The reflection of light with the glitter splashed all over the dress made it seem more like a fairytale than it should. My chest was getting heavier with every step closer I took to the altar.

"Hey, are you nervous?"

I glanced up at Johnny, who asked. I gulped, anxiously gripping his suit. "No..."

He scoffed in disbelief. "Sure, you're not."

I looked back down in shame of getting caught, yet again, in my lie.

"Chin up, lil sis. You're the most miserable bride on her wedding day that walked the planet." He commented, but my stomach wasn't even giving in to his teases or anything. I was too nervous, with all the eyes pinned over my direction. "Your beautiful prince is already standing in front of your eyes, and you haven't even noticed."

We're here?

Already?

I turned my head to the side.

The moment Johnny handed me over to him, my inside churned more than when I started walking the aisle. It made me sicker than when Sophee helped me get ready for the ceremony. She stood on the other side, waving her flowers at me, smiling more sweeping than the ocean. She sincerely looked happy for me – happier than I would ever be.

I diverted my attention back to him, who stood there, patiently waiting for me to be ready to take his hand.

He stared at me – his look that pierces through my soul. He offered his hand, and my heart jumped in terror.

I would have run away because of how nervous and distraught I felt, but I couldn't. Because I knew deep inside my heart that I wanted to be with him, I knew that he would take care of me better than anyone else in this room. There are more reasons for me to stay than run away, and those reasons are more valuable than my thoughts of betrayal.

I'd be heartless if I ran away from someone I learned to care for, respect, and love in mysterious ways.

"You better take care of my sister."

He looked away, creasing his brows with a sarcastic smile.

"I'm throwing your fancy, precious art materials if you hurt her. I swear to God – I swear in front of this holy altar."

"Fuck you, Johnny."

I nudged Johnny, frowning in embarrassment, but he just laughed.

"You love my sister, though,"

He sighed, shaking his head. He's probably had enough of Johnny too. "Yeah, whatever. Get away already."