Guarded Heart (Rosé x G!P Fem Reader)

Epilogue

Y/n was standing there with her palms unbelievably sweaty, but she didn't dare rub them on her pants because she didn't want anyone to see the obnoxious sweat stains her hands would surely leave behind. She just focused on her breathing as her heartbeat was faster than it had ever been in her life, so it did feel like she was going to have a heart attack. Y/n was talking to herself in her head, reciting everything she needed to say in order not to embarrass herself because that's the last thing she wants to do.

The nervous habit of shifting her weight around on her feet kicked in and she didn't even realize she was doing it until she received a small kick to the back of her shoes from the idiot behind her. She didn't even bother looking back at the woman and just sent an elbow her way, making contact with her stomach and hearing the woman mutter a few swear words under her breath as y/n smirked.

But right now, it felt like time was moving at the pace of the world's slowest snail. It was probably just her anxiety making her feel like time was barely moving, but she just wished everything would hurry up so she wouldn't feel like throwing up soon. Y/n made eye contact with the person across from her and they gave her an encouraging smile because anyone with eyes could see how nervous y/n was. The smile the person gave though barely helped as y/n just gave them a forced one back as she tried to steady her breathing.

In her mind, she just kept telling herself to calm down because she's ran through this scenario at least 100 times in the past year. Everything so far was going great, so theoretically y/n should have nothing to worry about at all. Except that isn't how her brain works in the slightest. But the sound of one thing dragged her out of her head and back to what was happening.

The sound of a piano playing a beautiful song.

The song that her future wife would be walking down the aisle to.

Hearing the familiar tune play in her ears made a genuine smile form on y/n's lips as she was getting impatient, wanting to see her fiancée after being apart for a little bit because they didn't want to see each other before the wedding in case of 'bad luck'. The person behind y/n leaned in closer to her and whispered in her ear,

"Just be cool and don't pass out because I can't hold your fat ass up; you'll send me to the ground too."

"Thanks Jennie." Y/n whispered back as her eyes were on the large doors that led into the beautifully decorated room. Everyone stood up from their seats and turned around to also face the doors, awaiting the bride to arrive. The sound of the large wooden doors creaking a little, made y/n almost scream from excitement, but she was able to refrain from doing so.

Then y/n's fiancée came into view and the tears she promised herself wouldn't fall, fell without hesitation with the biggest smile on her face.

The bride was the same way, except she was crying in a more elegant way, not wanting to ruin her makeup people spent forever on.

And there she stood, mixed amongst the other guests in the crowd, looking only at the woman already at the altar who was dressed in a grey suit, awaiting her bride to walk down the rest of the aisle.

She couldn't help but let a few tears of her own fall, wishing more than anything that it was her walking down the aisle and not that damn bride. She can't blame anyone else but herself for how everything ended. This was the outcome she created, so she shouldn't be mad at the person she still was in love with marrying someone else. Her ego was too big to try and mend things how she wanted them to be. She wished all those years ago her younger self would've appreciated what she had with this woman more because so far no one even came close to how amazing she was.

A few months back when she went to check her mail, she wanted to just crumple up the envelope that had y/n's name and her bride's name. It made her sick to her stomach getting the invitation, but she was expecting it. Y/n and her still kept in contact and had mended things enough to be friends. So she shouldn't have been surprised to see it, but it still hurt like a bitch. She also didn't want to let y/n down and just not show up because that would be a bitchy thing to do. So she went shopping for a dress, wishing that it was a different kind of dress shopping for a wedding.