Just A Taste (MYG x reader/OFC 18+ collection, on going)

The Wedding Reception Pt.1

Yoongi sits at the large round table near the front of the hotel ballroom in his old hometown of Daegu. His brother and his new wife are smiling happily over the crowd gathered to wish them good fortune as they begin their married life together. His parents are sat at a table opposite, with their circle of friends, and he's sat alone at this table, surrounded by a few distant cousins.

He's the youngest of his generation in the family, and the cousins are all sitting with their spouses, talking together about whose gotten fat and who got a promotion in their job since the last family wedding they attended. He wasn't there for the last wedding, or the one before. He had been working, at promotional appearances or performing with his group of the past ten years, and he was generally always busy with his group schedule. He barely made it to this wedding. His first solo tour finale had been planned almost a year in advance before his brother told him the date of the wedding. It was a stroke of good luck that the shows in Seoul finished a matter of only a week before this big day.

He's glad he was able to come and support him, and see some family, particularly the older uncles who used to tell him to stop dreaming of being a famous musician and to help his family more by getting a real job. He always enjoyed the thrill of showing up, on the heels of huge success and fame, and wearing the most stylish outfit, being effortlessly cool. He enjoyed the power of feeling he'd been right all along. Although, some of his family were uncomfortable talking to him now that he was so famous, and it did sometimes make him feel alone, something he feels keenly and too easily. But today, he's put all that aside. Today, he's here for his brother, so it doesn't matter if none of the cousins have anything to say to him.

He always looked up to his big brother, and was always a little envious of how routine and comfortable his life had been since he became an adult. He seemed to succeed, in his own way, at being happy. That was something Yoongi hadn't quite mastered. He was more successful than anyone in this room both financially and by society's standards, but his brother was the one who seemed to be blessed with warmth and comfort, and to have his life figured out. Now he had someone to love him and only him, for the rest of his life. Yoongi wondered how that would feel. Their parents had been married for so many years, and had such a strong connection, he wondered if he would ever find that for himself.

He's had plenty of girlfriends over the years, but none he ever thought would be able to withstand the pressure of his schedule, and his work. Many were idols themselves and having two conflicting, or even competing, schedules meant they were relegated to smiling at each other from across the aisle at award shows or reading about each other in the news. Nothing had been more serious than his career and no one came above his work.

He toys with the champagne glass, half empty, sat on the table in front of him, and he stares into the sweet liquid, watching the bubbles dissipate as he swirls the glass a few times. He downs the drink in one large gulp and sets the glass aside. He looks up just as an uncle, who has had too much to drink, stumbles and knocks into a table spilling drinks and sending those seated around it diving to protect their plates. He frowns at the show he's making, his face wrinkles up in a grimace as he watches him struggle to right the glasses he's spilled, and apologize.

"If you're thinking this night can't get more embarrassing, you'd better leave before my Eomma starts to dance."

A soft voice startles him and he looks up, squinting a little at the small face of a woman, close to his age, wearing a beautiful shimmering chiffon gown in the palest shade of pink. The soft drape of fabric hugs her thin frame. It's not a typical dress for a wedding, unless you're the one getting married, but the dress fits her well, and her dark flowing hair and light make up draws his interest. He isn't sure where he knows her from, but there is something about her that is familiar, and comforting. He smiles up at her.