You Infire Me

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Niagara

"In a world full of temporary things, you are a perpetual feeling."
— Sanober Khan

The target was Niagara Falls, New York. The getaway car was your father's sedan. The perpetrators were you and Min Yoongi.

The crime was eloping.

"Now, we're only going to do this if you're completely sure," Yoongi cautions as he pulls into the parking lot of the wedding dress boutique you found on Google Maps. You took turns driving through the night, and had made it to downtown Niagara Falls in the early morning hours. Despite the trip, neither of you felt tired, probably because of how excited you both were.

To get married.

"I'm completely sure," you run a thumb over his knuckles after he parks the car, looking into his sincere, dark eyes. "Marry me, Yoongi."

He lifts your hand to his lips and kisses it. "With pleasure," he mutters.

You get out of the passenger's seat and jog excitedly towards the doors of the boutique. "I feel like I'm a rebellious teenager about to have a shotgun wedding," you giggle. "Except, I'm not pregnant, and I'm not a teenager. So . . . I'm a capable adult about to elope. It's still kind of scandalous."

He laughs, loving every word you utter. "If that's how you want to see it, my bride," he opens the door for you and bows exaggeratedly.

"It's just refreshing to live, for once. To really live. Without thinking too hard about it," you think aloud as you walk into a room of white, sparkles and skirts and lace and veils filling nearly every square inch. And that's when it hits.

I'm getting married today.

Your mind tries to take over. It tries to tell you you're stupid, silly, senseless. It tries to tell you that this can't be real—that this can't be you. Careful, calculated, closeted Y/N would never do such a thing as elope.

But then you look over at Yoongi, and the fear and doubt begins to melt away. You know him. You know who he is, inside and out. You know that he isn't perfect—no one on earth can be—but at the same time, every inch of him, body and mind, is sacred to you. And you know that he feels that way about you, too, and that he knows you as deeply as you know him. He knows who you  really are, flaws and struggles and worries and all. He not only accepts your darker parts, but loves them, for he has similar parts in himself. What could very well have pushed you apart—the social anxiety and darker thoughts you both share—ended up bringing you closer together. Two people who struggled very much to love themselves found each other and fell in love; and, as a result, discovered that they themselves were very much worth loving.

There's no going back. You enlist the help of a saleswoman and dive into a dressing room. You smile at your reflection in the mirror. There's no going back to how I was. No more giving in to intrusive, false thoughts. No more constant fretting. Yoongi loves me, and I love me, and together, we're going to exile our pasts where they belong: behind us.

You try on a few dresses while Yoongi goes down the street to get a tux, but you don't fall in love with any of the options. Everything's either too plain, or too over-the-top.

You're about ready to give up when you spot a dress that had fallen off its hangar onto the floor. You pick it up, examining the soft, white fabric.

That's the one.

You slip it on, and sure enough, it fits like a glove. It's the perfect mixture of modern and classy: loose in all the right places and form-fitting where it needs to be. You don't look like a toddler swallowed by a white monstrosity; you look like a grown woman on her wedding day.