Aurora

02

Against the sour-cream walls of her tiny room stood the mirror. And her, staring at it with uncertainty. 

Was it all a far-fetched dream? 

The white dress that hung on her said otherwise. With yet muddled thoughts running through her head, she slowly turned around. But this time, with no delight. Her gown swirled around with her and as she finished her full turn, her heartbeat had returned to normal. For it was all nothing but a dream, she managed to convince herself when she didn't find the red stain.  

Looking out the window, the little nervousness about the real wedding she had to attend now grew in the pits of her stomach and she sighed. Clearly, the dream had made it worse. However, she also came to another conclusion; it could have been a premonition, a blessing from God even, to not live her dream wedding with a stained gown. Now determined to not make the same mistake, she grabbed a fistful of her gown and marched towards her door. But before she could go any further out towards the venue, the shoebox tripped her. Her heart jumped a little, but she was soon steadied by a hand on her arm. 

"The wedding will not start without the bride, dear. No need to be in a hurry," her mother laughed softly, but the emptiness ringed in her ears clearly. Jisoo looked at her, the familiar lump once again, but she soon turned her head towards the old shoebox. 

"There's your old veil from your wedding in it, isn't there?" she gestured towards the rugged old box. 

Her mother's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Who spoiled it for you?" she cried. 

Jisoo laughed and hugged her mother tightly, partly to get away with the slip of her tongue and partly to feel the familiar warmth again.

"You dodged the question but I'm guessing you know we are going according to the tradition now?" Even though the words were muffled by their hug, Jisoo could still hear the strain in her voice. 

"I didn't, but you just gave it away." 

Her mother pulled out of the hug in a few seconds, "Take care, Jisoo." She walked away, sniffling. Just like in her dream. Maybe it was a premonition, after all. She skipped her way taking uncertain steps towards the huge set-up. The sun again shone brightly and she shielded her eyes with one hand. Her thoughts about the dream increased the bubbling anxiety in her exponentially. And with every passing moment, she was unconsciously waiting for a hand to yank her away from the direction she was headed for. 

She finally smiled when a hand did pull her away, but it wasn't the same person. Rather, two curious eyes were peeking at her from behind the bangs of his jet-black hair. Taehyung, once again. She quickly wriggled her hand out of his grasp, anger overtaking all of the emotions she felt. 

"What do you want?" she spat, clearly not hiding the disdain in her voice. At her tone, Taehyung narrowed his eyes, his empty hands falling to his sides. 

"Jimin just had to choose a scornful woman to be his wife, huh?" he asked her back in the same tone, but this angered Jisoo even more. Closing her eyes, she could feel herself losing her temper at this very moment, but she had to try to keep it in. It was her wedding day after all, and it wasn't Taehyung's fault that he ruined her dress in her dreams. 

She tried to keep it in. "What do you want?" 

"So how did you make the wine vanish?" Taehyung tilted his head in curiosity. 

She opened her eyes in an instant at his words. The joy she felt when she realized that she was right about her dream was too little compared to the fear now growing steadily inside her abdomen. She only stared at him with troubled eyes before Jennie came in and turned her around by the shoulders.