Dysfunctionally Yours | M.YG FF(slow updates)

My New Life

My father was waiting for me, as were the bridesmaids and two little cousins I had on my father's side that I didn't know about - they were flower girls. The bridesmaids went after the flower girls.. My sister... chosen to be my maid of honor stayed behind me, she was supposed to help with my dress so I didn't trip over myself... or worse.

"Mind what your mother said. Don't cause a scene, you will not behave out of line , is that understood?" Father was checking. I nodded.

"Yes, Father." I responded to him. He had a softer look to him today, but that was because we were in public. The one thing I could look forward to today- aside from not having to go home to my family... was knowing that I wouldn't be scolded, punished, or thrown into a room and not let out till they felt like it. I could only hope that Yoongi wouldn't be the same way. But if his family were friends with my parents... they might be the same or have the same views. I'd still need to be careful.

My father fixed my veil, pulling me from my thoughts. He hooked my arm on his.

"Be poise, or your mother will be upset. Let's get this over with. I have a meeting this evening." Of course.. My father wanted to hurry things along. I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled as my Father led me through the large white doors that opened, the red carpet squished slightly under my heels, white and pink rose petals were scattered on the carpet. The rows of people were staring at me. I put on my fake smile and focused on the church window right behind the pastor who would be marrying me to this.... Stranger.

I kept my eyes focused, but I couldn't help looking at him, I'd be expected to, to look at him as we say our vows and 'I do'. I didn't know if I could manage it, but I had to try. The walk to the altar seemed so very long. And I was trying so hard to not focus on the crowd of people staring at me.

Finally my father shook Yoongi's hand and handed me over to him like a farmer handing over his worn out cow to be slaughtered. Only I had hopes that I'd be more free to roam without my parents near. I took Yoongi's hand and I was actually very thankful for the gloves my mother had given me. I could tell at that moment that my hands were a bit clammy. Darla had fixed the bottom of my dress and took my bouquet. I tried to focus on his eyes, the brown shiny orbs that they were. Yoongi pulled up my veil and I could tell he too was forcing a smile, so I forced one right back. Everyone seemed to believe us as little murmurs of 'aw' and 'how lovely' caught my ears.
All I could think of was how those comments were not for me, at all.. In fact they were for Mr. Min, Yoongi Min, He was handsome, he was clearly the star of the day, and I was just the unfortunate trash that was forced upon him. I hated myself for being the way I am, if only I could have spoken to him more, been more outgoing and wanted to contact him more... at least we might have been able to be friends.... I'd have to make the effort after we're married today... to be friends, because that might be all I'm worthy of.

"We're gathered here today to join this man and this woman, in holy matrimony. Gathered here before friends and family stand two fine young citizens who are starting a new journey in life, the journey of marriage. A brief moment in time and the stroke of a pen are all that is required to create a legal bond of marriage, but it takes a lifetime of love, commitment, and compromise to make a marriage durable and everlasting. I have full faith that this couple will achieve the everlasting. Now then, shall we see the rings?" The man asked as a young boy brought over a pillow with two rings on it. Yoongi handed me the chunkier ring that was meant for him, and he held the slimmer but giant rock adorned ring that made me almost choke. I tried not to focus on it and instead, I focused on his hand holding mine. The pastor spoke but I had drowned out his voice with the sound of my hear beating wildly in my ears.
Yoongi slid the ring over my gloved finger and I appreciated that because taking it off could have been very embarrassing. I sucked in another deep breath and slid the chunky wedding band over his ring finger. I don't remember muttering or speaking the words... but when I heard the pastor announce us, I assumed my body just responded and said as he instructed me to say.