The Most Beautiful Moment in Life

*•Chapter 10 Beginning of the End•*

September 2015

I stared at my reflection, adorned in an expensive white fabric, a veil covering my eyes. I was to be married today, to Park Seo-Joon. Yoongi was expelled, and Jungkook stopped showing up to school for the rest of the year and stopped talking to us. Jimin caught a seizure and was hospitalized, Hoseok was taking meds the entire time and almost overdosed and was hospitalized with underlying mental problems, I tried to visit them whenever I visited my mother. Namjoon was the only one I still talked to frequently. He was working at a local gas station, trying to support his family, I had offered him money but he declined as always. Jin had left for America.

He had broken his promise to me and I hated him for it. As for Taehyung, no one knows anything except that he's still going to school. "Madam, your father is here to begin your walk." I stood up off the floor and began walking towards the door, glancing at my reflection once final time.

"My daughter, you look beautiful." "Save it for the press father." I cut him off while linking arms with him. I didn't want this, I wanted to be with my friends, not get married to my enemy. As we neared the entrance of the church I took a deep breath. "You screw this up and I won't hesitate to cut you out of the will." My father told me with sharp eyes. "Wow, aren't you so kind?" We're the last words I said before I walked down the aisle and to my horrible future.

Two Years Later
May 2017

"And then when I saw this giant fish I thought wow! It's fatter than my aunt!" Everybody forced a laugh at Seo-Joons dreadful joke. I simply stared at him with daggers in my eyes. We were "celebrating" our second anniversary, notice the quotations around celebrating? Because he was celebrating himself and I was loathing every second of this.

I managed to slip away into the kitchen, claiming I was getting a drink when in all reality I was planning on watching t.v. I wasted no time in turning on the small tv that rested on our kitchen counter, with the volume on low I switched to the news, curious about what was happening in the world.

I hadn't left the house in about five days, I felt no purpose anymore. Namjoon often texted me asking how I was and caught up with me over the phone, but besides that, I wasn't beaten to leave. As my eyes watched the news my heart stopped.

Kim Taehyung to be put on trial for the murder of his father

The wine glass that sat in my hand slipped as I let out a scream of shock. It wasn't possible. Taehyung wasn't the type to murder. Maybe it's a different Kim Taehyung. Then his image flashed on the screen. A black hood covered his light brown hair, blood on his hands and face, and tears in his eyes. It was my Taehyung.

"Y/N!" Seo-Joon shouted while rushing into the kitchen. "What's wrong-" he paused glancing at the screen when it suddenly hit him. "Holy shit." He breathed out while turning off the screen. Without saying anything else to me, he left the kitchen and politely told everyone to leave.

I felt sick. Before I realized I was in the bathroom, throwing up, thoughts running through my head. Flashbacks of all the secrets he'd tell me whenever we were alone. His mother left. His father gambled. His sister was abused. He wanted to kill his father. All these things ran through my mind.

Ever since Yoongi and Jungkook had passed, horrid things haunted me at night. Two weeks after my wedding I sought to find Taehyung and I did. We had spoken up until three weeks ago. He asked me for advice about getting rid of something without making a legal mess and I told him, I regret my words. "Just stab it, it's not gonna hurt anyone if you get rid of it quickly." I hadn't realized he was talking about his father.