The Untold

XXVII.

Her breath was uneven as she looked at herself, her eyes scanning down the white clothe upon her skin, the dress she had quickly picked after an hour with the stylist. It suited her: how the short lined sleeves ran down her shoulders, how the silky fabric touched her waist, thighs and legs, falling upon the bright marble floor, perfectly polished under her heels.

Her hair was loosened, perfectly arranged by the hairdresser for an hour, her makeup lighter than usual, her lips painted in a rosy lipgloss.

She was alone in that room, for about an hour, looking at herself. Silence filled the familiar room, the room she'd lived since she remembered, where she'd grown, became who she was today. The leader. And about to marry the love of her life.

Her eyes wandered to the picture on the drawer, just upon the bright wooden. Her and Taehyung standing a few years before, when she was about 17, the both of them standing, body tense and face tight as they had always been told how to act. Dangerous, cold. Yet that was not how she'd ever felt about him. Ever.

She'd loved him ever since she remembered, had lingered for him every single second of her life, desired him, only looking forward to the day they would be finally bonded as one, as the future she knew she'd never get tired of. His wife. Their connection to each other forever, before god and every single person in the world. Officially.

That day had come. After so many years of waiting, wondering, wishing it was true. It had come at last. The beginning of her story, of her happiness. Of their life together.

A knock on the door made her flinch and she quickly looked back towards it, seeing hoe Lizzie picked through it, her hair tight on a braid above her head, a small smile on her lips 'It's time' she let out, excitement filling her gaze. She too must have been happy for them, after being beside them for her whole life, even with all of the fuss around her.

Y/N let her a small smile in agreement and she widened her eyes, surprised by her behavior. It was the first time in years she'd shown any emotion besides coldness or hatred towards her, so she stood still as the younger stepped on her direction, gracefully moving under her million dollar dress.

They both went down the stairs and Y/N took a deep breath, seeing how the doors to the garden were opened, Taehyung probably waiting for her outside, just like all the people who'd be attending the wedding, sitting under the small chapel outside the house. She clicked her knuckles, feeling her heart beating faster.

'You're finally having your dream coming true' Lizzie let out under her breath, too scared of being nosy and stepping the boundaries. Y/N glanced at her, seeing how she looked down 'Don't be nervous' she nodded and stepped forward, towards the main entrance, stepping in the direction of the chapel. There was a fuss inside, even if the guests were only intimate people.

Jimin was waiting at the door, wearing a dark navy suit, obviously as nervous as her. A chuckle escaped her lips as she saw how he adjusted on his clothes, his hair painted black, put back.

'You look- so beautiful' he said as soon as he saw her, his eyes glazing brightly at her form. She smiled at him, picking his arm tightly, before he pressed a kiss to her cheek, to which she simply smiled again.

The song started running and she walked inside, hearing how everyone turned around to see her, silence roaming around the chapel as her form walked down the isle, tightly holding onto his arm. He reassured her with a squeeze back, making her less nervous.

She was really happy it was him there and not her father.

Her eyes instantly plastered on the tall groom, standing firmly upon the isle, his hands gripping each other tensely, as he gazed at her, pierced almost, with his dark orbs. She could only see him. Taehyung waiting for her, his hair perfectly in place, revealing his tanned forehead, his form under his dark suit, his lips tightly pressed against each other, as his eyebrows rose, for surprise, for her.