His grip on that glass of champagne suddenly lost its strength; if not for his fast reflexes, he would indeed have dropped it down. Watching you entering the aisle to give your vows to another man was a bullet to his heart which he painfully took.
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Jealousy is the child of misunderstanding. Of course, sometimes it is also the conception of betrayal and lack of reciprocity, but often it comes directly from the womb of misunderstanding, or rather, from the images we are forced to see fading like summer haze, as a kind of hallucination resulting from the excessive consumption of a drug or similar poison, but the severity of the poison that seeps from a monstrous serpent like jealousy has no antidote, no cure.
Taehyung held this kind of cursed child and cradled it between his hands. A demon, he thought, born in good condition and without any risk that could threaten his life; a demon sent by hell to drive his former self, whom he could swear would end up in heaven, into a purgatory far from what he could handle.
Fun fact, he became more than willing and ready to bear the punishment of an enraged God, for if God were to punish him, in hell, he wouldn't be alone.
Taehyung watched intently as you graced the church with your majestic appearance; brilliant white adorned your form and sucked the light from the cathedral's mosaic, from which the sun's rays mocked your destiny; crystal pearls almost dazzled the guests from the pureness they held, which contrasted with the soiled heart of yours that was black as ink; long veil streaked across the floor, portraying you exactly like the queen he always thought you were. Queen, of course, a tyrannical dowager, he'd argue against his old self.
"Mr.Jeon Jungkook, do you take Miss Y/N as your wife and life companion in happiness and sadness, in wealth and poverty, in health and illness until death do you part?"
Ironic, Taehyung thought; life has always had a knack for replaying events on an old and broken video player; could have opted for a technological update, he reflected; everything played out just like the day you unwittingly reached for your dagger and stabbed him in the heart, the only difference being that this time it was premeditated murder, first-degree one.
His clothes? Well, they were identical, a black tuxedo that gave his features a glow of beauty that projected many eyes on his standing figure; he held a glass of champagne in his hand, sipping every now and then a small gulp- ethical purposes - he had wondered when the taste would begin to turn bitter, for he still felt the tingle of the expensive nectar, could even argue that he enjoyed the peachy under flavor it contained and made a mental note to ask Jungkook where he had ordered such a fine beverage from.
He considered that the bitterness would burn his throat and chest as soon as you repeated your vow, thought of it starting the kind of fire in his body that no fireman could extinguish, and as the thought dawned on him, instead of a tear that could have completed the photocopy that was the reproduced scene from the past, a grin graced his lips and reached up to his eyes.
"I, Jeon Jungkook, take Y/N as my wife and life companion until death do us part."
Taehyung slid his hand on his pocket while shifting his weight on one leg; interesting; he found the situation, a new man, a new environment, the same competition, the same failure; it was laughable, funny to the point of almost bursting into laughter if not for the honorable guests.
