Perfect

It's been a hell of a week. Months of preparation and an especially hectic week have all lead up to today. Today's the day.

Taehyung gets married today, to his beloved Jimin.

It hit him when he was woken up by his best man, Jungkook slapping a pillow over his face with a goofy smile. "Today's the day," he had said. And Taehyung felt it, that mix of excitement and fear brewing in his stomach that had long since become familiar since meeting Jimin. He had felt it on their first date, right before their first kiss, and every second after that if he looked at him for a moment too long. If was as if even his heart couldn't believe that they belonged to each other.

And now, permanently. That's the thought that gets him out of bed. His phone was already taken away the night before, all their friends knowing that they couldn't last more than an hour without each other, lest their red string stretch too far.

Breakfast goes by in a whirl; he doesn't hear half of his friends discussing their ridiculous bow-ties (Jimin's idea) or the color-coordinated suits (Taehyung's idea) for the night.

Then, Taehyung gets a little bored. His friends leave to ensure all preparations are going smoothly, no details left to chance for their best friends.

And Taehyung's heart aches to see his lover. He so desperately needs to hold those small hands and gaze into that cute eye-smile and twirl his second-half on his dancer feet and bathe him in all the love he's accumulated just over the night.

So he leaves lunch early, citing a nervous stomach. He's sure that his Jiminie is in his room, waiting for his prince to whisk him away from today's frivolity.

When he gets to his floor, his stomach swirls. There's another three hours until the ceremony, but it's been too long. He reaches the door, room 1230, and knocks once, waits a heartbeat, and knocks again. Immediately, the door opens and an arm sticks out to pull him in.

Before his eyes can adjust to the dim lights, pillow-y lips crash into his, and Taehyung doesn't need to see to know it's him, not after all these years.

Maybe it's the nerves, maybe it's the day, or maybe it's Jimin, but it feels like their first kiss all over again. Jimin hands grasp desperately onto his cheeks, while Taehyung's circle his waist. It's sweet and slow, light breaths between each kiss. Jimin moves his arms behind Taehyung's neck, pulling him closer. One hand goes into his hair, messing up the strands with his love, and Taehyung's knees go a little weak. They fall against the door, and they stay there for a moment, breathing each other in, memorizing the other's existance for the seven-millionth time — not that it's enough.

Eventually, they break apart, foreheads touching, breathing hard. Taehyung places a soft kiss on his nose, whispering, "missed you." Jimin whispers back, "missed you."

He's about to say something else when a devastating ring announces a phone call. Jimin sighs and digs into his pocket.

"Hello?" Taehyung doesn't let go. Not yet.

"For what?"

He sighs again. "Fine. Give me 5 minutes."

"Don't leave," Taehyung begs.

It pulls a giggle from his lover, "I'm seeing you in a few hours."

"That's too long." He holds him tighter.

"Ok, how about this." Jimin slides his hands onto Taehyung's, caressing the backs. "Let me go for three hours. I won't leave your side for a month."

Taehyung can't help his smile. Jimin always knows the way to his heart. "Deal."

Jimin kisses him once more. "I'll see you soon."

"See you."

He slips from his hands, but not for too long, Taehyung reminds himself. Jimin smiles as he closes the door, leaving Taehyung to scream into the pillow on the bed before leaving the room.

Soon enough, he's standing on the alter with his Jimin back in front of him, hands clasped tightly. They say their vows, exchange rings, and kiss (a few times). They giggle between themselves in an empty hallway, waiting for the guests to head to the reception. Their friends finally leave them alone, knowing it would be impossible and cruel to interrupt their time now.

Now, they're married. Life is different.

(It's no different.)

Namjoon comes to call them into the reception after a bit. The two smile and head into the ballroom, hands laced. The crowd cheers and they head to the center for the first dance. The walls are bathed in blue and purple as the music begins to ring through the speakers.

And suddenly, it's just them, swaying to the voice singing "dancing in the dark, with you between my arms."

It's their song. It always has been since their first date. It played as they talked at the restaurant, shy smiles and giggles. They've known each other since childhood, but that first date is forever etched in their minds.

Taehyung takes his hand for a twirl and remembers that night as he looks into Jimin's eyes. They couldn't get past the novelty of the situation, finally allowing themselves to feel what they've always felt, an aching pull to the other. Their fears of ruining their friendship were long gone, replaced with nothing but excitement at their new life and the new opportunities ahead.

The song played in the background, whispering their feelings in between the sentences of their too-casual conversation. Normal talks of their days seemed to swell with an undercurrent of understanding of how they each felt. They felt in love. It was then that Jimin was a little nervous, worried about his new blond hair. It was then that Taehyung had reassured him, the words sounding different than before, "you look perfect."

Taehyung holds a steady hand on his back, dipping Jimin as the song plays on. It pulls a sparkling giggle from him on the way back. Taehyung has always loved dips.

The world spins around them as Jimin looks at his beloved, drowing in his eyes. He remembers all that they've been through. There was once a time when those eyes looked at him painfully.

They had to take a break, jealously and misunderstandings tying their string up in knots, threatening to break. Simple, small fights had hurt them deeply, unbelieving that this could happen to them, of all people. Jimin remembers how his soul had ached, being away from its mate, how hard he had to work to not call and text him to do everything possible to make things right.

It hadn't lasted long, the dramatic days culminating in a shouting match of "I love you's" in his apartment. But he'll never forget those big eyes, glassy and red. His nose was as red as the strawberries he loved, and his hands twitched autonomously to reach for him. His hair was messy and his lips downturned, begging to be loved. It was the push of fate that made Jimin collapse into his arms, holding on tightly.

"Never again," he had whispered that night.

"Never again," Taehyung had whispered back.

He reaches to place a kiss on his lips tonight. It had taken strength to heal and forgive, from both of them. But now, as their rings glimmer in the hall, they keep that promise.

Taehyung looks like an angel tonight, Jimin thinks, as his gaze flitters over his adorable smile, as his hand dances over the mole under his eye, as he sees the ballet dancer pin on his lapel. Jimin looks like an angel too, Taehyung thinks, as he counts the purple highlights in his hair, as he gently touches their noses together, as he slides a hand along the art palette pin.

He takes a breath and places a kiss on his lips as the song comes to an end. Applause fill the room, but they don't hear anything. Their world is in their arms, looking as perfect as ever.