My King ✔️

Thirty - Final

The whole experience was a blur if I'm honest. A blissful, happy blur of saying 'I do', kisses, and applause. All that really mattered to me was that I was now sitting at a beautiful table, in a beautiful dress made with love, with the man that I adore and love.

He kept kissing the back of my hand, and it reminded me of where we started. Him taking my hand in a warm greeting placing a kiss in the very same spot his lips are currently pressed against.

"I love that you give hand kisses." I told him, leaning in and kissing his lips once he let go of my hand.

"Really?" He asked, giving a slight chuckle.

"I do." I told him. "I will always love them."

The wedding was a lot more fun than I anticipated. We were able to enjoy our time, dance, laugh with our families and even participate in some traditional wedding rituals such as throwing the bouquet and the garter.

Lyla ended up catching the bouquet and Yoongi caught the garter. Which he fully winked at me when he spun it around his finger.

Thankfully Jin and I didn't drink that much, but that was not the avenue Jungkook took. He was very drunk, and extra extroverted. By the end of the night, Taehyung had cut him off, to which Jungkook responded with pouting and attempts of seduction. They did not work, and Taehyung ended up bribing Jungkook back to his room with snacks.

Namjoon and Jimin were both drinking and dancing have a great time. Jimin would laugh at every silly move Namjoon would make, and eventually Namjoon was carrying a giggling Jimin back up the stairs as well.

Hoseok and Yoongi were what I liked to call cool cats. They sipped on their expensive whiskey and people watched. Especially Jimin and Namjoon's antics. They were particularly entertaining. By the end of the night, they came to say goodnight to us both, and Hoseok wrapped his arm around Yoongi.

Security had escorted the remainder of the guests from the room, making Jin and I both relieved to go back to our room. Throughout the whole night we couldn't keep our hands to ourselves. Jin would constantly run his fingers across the lace that semi exposed my skin on the side or on my shoulders. It was subtle, but deliberate. I, in turn, would do whatever I could to press myself against him, whether it be due to pictures, dancing, or just standing as close as I could to him. My hands would wonder around his chest, caressing softly.

As soon as we got out of the elevator back to our room, his lips were on mine. Pulling me closer to him, keeping at least on hand wrapped around me, gripping at my dress. He was so busy kissing me that he punched in his code wrong twice.

Pulling away from the kiss I laughed and breathed heavily through my next words. "You are going to get us locked out of our room." I then kissed his lips, before turning my full attention to the key pad, punching in my code this time.

As I did Jin continued to busy his mouth with kissing on my neck. His tongue and teeth joining in, driving me crazy with want for him. As soon as the door opened, he pulled me in, pressing the button for the door to shut and lock.

"I don't want to rip this dress, but damnit I will if you don't get out of it now." He growled at me, pushing me back towards our bed.

I giggled and stopped him, before stepping away. "You will need to help me." I told him. "Gently, please."

Jin reached for the buttons on the back of my dress near my side, and started to unbutton each of them one by one. As each button came undone, he placed a kiss in its place. All the way down to my hip where the dress was held up by a short zipper. When the zipper came down, my dress fell, the sleeves easily slipping off my arms.