𝐃. 𝐋. 𝐒. || 𝐊.𝐓𝐇 ✓

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The scene before me is breathtaking. Dozens of rows are painted in white that line down each side of the room, people begin standing once noticing me, and the pianist starts playing her cue of Here Comes the Bride.

The beauty of this very room is the atmosphere and the decorations. The people who stand stare at me with small smiles of good fortune, even the girls give a small grin my way, but I don't look near the back corner, just focus on everything else.

Near the front of the room where Taehyung is waiting, there are two windows on each side of the room, and a huge glass doorway in between them where Taehyung waits. The glass doors are swung open, letting the white curtains blow delicately with the Hawaii wind blessing the wedding that's about to unfold.

Red rose petals are scattered on the carpet before me, and I hear a couple of small giggles from children that I swear I've heard over the past couple of days while being at the resort.

As for Taehyung, he's standing in the front of the room facing me with a content smile as if he's happy. He's dressed in a white suit with a small red rose placed in his jacket pocket near his heart, matching my rose bouquet.

"Ready?" GiGi whispers, eyeing the front with anticipation as we both take in the sight.

I bow my head gently, and we begin walking down the aisle. Her touch soothes my nerves, and I'm glad that she decided to walk me down. It's helped calm me from what happened moments before.

As we near the front, I see the soft glint in Taehyung's eyes. Whether or not he's thinking about the fact he's getting married, the thought that maybe this could be real for him one day, too, or maybe he's believing the lie in the meantime, but I have to admit, I like the softness in his eyes when he watches me. 

We stop walking once making it to the front, and GiGi carefully hands me off to Taehyung. Without saying anything, she takes her place beside me where a few of the other girls stand in a show of support, and then the music stops.

When I start to hand the bouquet of roses to GiGi, Taehyung quickly notices the blood that's smeared on each of my palms.

He takes a step closer after I hand the roses off and whispers in my ear.

"What happened?" He asks, briefly pulling away to glance at my palms before back into my eyes.

I, on the other hand, just smile and return the whisper. "I'll explain later, but for now, just ignore it, okay?" I keep my smile while looking into his eyes, cautious of the people scanning over our expressions. I grab his hands gently and turn to the minister.

All the while, I hide my discomfort from the cuts beginning to burn. I remain calm, hold my head up high, and keep my smile the whole time. However, it'll be over soon, and for the moment, I can bear the slight pain.

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When it was time to kiss the bride, Taehyung made sure to make a show out of it.

He didn't just delicately place a peck on my lips as they do in the movies, he grabbed me by the arms, lowered me to the ground as if we were dancing the Salsa, then gave the audience a show of his affection.

His lips stayed on mine while his hand gently held my waist to support my weight, and although it was just for show, it again was nice to believe this could be real one day.

When he pulls back from the kiss, his hair is delicately hanging over his forehead, his eyes are staring into mine, his lips are painted in the same cherry blossom color my lips were applied with, and the shape of his mouth begins turning upward into a laugh before he pulls me up to my own two feet.

The men in the room shout with happiness and whistle loudly as if watching something scandalous, while the women clap and throw words of congratulations.

Taehyung also doesn't waste time picking me up in his arms and holding me bridal style.

While he runs down the aisle with me, we both can't help but laugh because of the whole scenario. Not to mention loads of rice being thrown all over us as he quickly passes by the audience and exits the room.

"I'll see everyone at the after-party!" Taehyung calls back happily while more whistles and embarrassing words get yelled back, which even causes a slight embarrassment on our part.

Although the ceremony is now over, he still doesn't put me down until we reach the inside of the elevator. Soon enough, he presses the floor to our room.

"We did it," he laughs, running his fingers through his disheveled hair from running.

"We did," I repeat, softly humming happily now that the most stressful part of the day is over. "I'm glad it's over," I admit, but I don't have enough time to say more because he's stepping closer to me and taking my hands gently in his.

"Why don't you explain what happened here?" He turns my palms over, and his thumbs gently stroke the uncut parts of my skin for comfort. I sigh at the question because I'll have to tell him everything.

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We both sit on the side of the tub, one foot inside and one foot outside of the bath, while he has a pair of metal tweezers pulling out the thorns.

"I would've killed him if I was around," he comments while gently pulling out a thorn that's stuck almost in the center of my palm.

I wince from the pain but bite my lip to let him continue. "And next time a situation like this happens, try digging your nails into your palms instead of thorns," he chuckles to lighten the mood. However, when he notices I don't laugh, he pulls the last thorn out and becomes serious.

"You don't have to act brave around me. I know this," he points between us, "is fake, but I still want to be there for you if you have any problems. I'm going to treat you like a husband should in the ways of protection, providing, and making you happy... at least for a year," he stands while cleaning the pair of tweezers and placing them on my side of the bathroom sink.

"If Jungkook troubles you again, I want you to come to me, not my bodyguards, okay? This is personal, and he won't mess with you again." He comes closer with some alcohol pads and bandages. "This is going to sting for a moment, but then it'll be over,"

After he wraps the white bandages around my palms, he gently finishes the last touches to make sure the cloths won't come undone on either side. 

"There," he pauses, "this should do it," he turns my palms over to once again make sure the cloth is secured on each hand, and why he's surveying my hands, I can't help but survey his as well.

While he tucks, reapplies the cloth, and smooths out some edges, my eyes can't turn away from the silver wedding ring on his finger. And when he brushes over my wedding ring, the emotion finally sets in.

Moving my eyes to him now, I can't believe this man is my husband. I've become Mrs. Kim in the eyes of others, but I don't feel any different, just have a new title to go by.

While I'm deep within my thoughts, he helps me to my feet where he says we should hurry and get dressed for the after-party. Everyone is waiting downstairs to see us before we leave for the honeymoon tonight, and we have to thank everyone for coming.

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