Hyung's Lover boy

I love someone else.

I was standing in the marriage hall, and the people around me, with their admiring eyes, were gawking at me all over, but I felt nothing—just empty. The beautiful lily flower decorations all over the shelter I stood under were done by someone I'm in love with. The shiny brown sherwani with white accents I was wearing was chosen by someone I'm in love with. The smile I was carrying right there was created by someone I'm in love with, Park Jimin.

Those fancy decorations and expensive clothes didn't catch my attention. When you belong to someone, nothing matters—truly, nothing matters. I was looking at my shoes for a moment, then I turned around to see my parents standing there, their sympathetic looks over me. I had cried the whole night on my mother's shoulder because of my love, that's hyung. She knew I didn't want to hurt hyung, but I had no choice left. Was I really going to reveal who I am if he wouldn't tell his parents that I'm into boys? Well, yes. But I still won't tell anyone his name, because it's his respect I would never forget. I could forget my own name, but I would never forget the respect for this handsome, cute man of mine.

I turned further around, and there they were—more people, happy and cheering for me. If they found out who I really was, they would be the first to hate me for being myself. Pleasing people doesn't make me happy, and I don't care about such double standards. I looked around to see that Mr. and Mrs. Park were standing in beautiful outfits. They passed me a beautiful, relieved smile that made me hesitate a bit about what I was going to do next. I tightened my grip on the ring they had given me. We were waiting for Lisa for the ring ceremony, and I knew Lisa wouldn't come. I was waiting for hyung to show up or at least message me. I had my phone on full vibration and volume, but I hadn't heard anything since the morning.

Lisa had already told me that she would run away from this marriage, and I needed to act as if I didn't know anything. She even told me to watch some K-drama for this, and I did. She gave me eye drops to make fake tears. I had those eye drops in my pocket, but I'm a terrible actor. So, I changed the plan—I would just act like nothing happened, no expression at all. Simple as it sounds. Well, was it even a plan from my side? A big yes.

Fifty minutes passed, and Lisa hadn't shown up, while the people around us started to whisper bad things about her. Mr. and Mrs. Park's expressions changed from happy to anxious, and I hated seeing them like that. I'm partially a Park, so don't mind me. My expression started to change too—I didn't want Mr. and Mrs. Park to hear such horrible comments because of me.

"So, I think Lisa ran away from the marriage."

"Karma. Mrs. Park also ran away from her marriage, huh? Now she knows how it feels."

"Exactly. People forget their own actions."

"See, karma never forgets its path. Her father cried and begged her not to leave, but she was so cruel."

"Enough!" I shouted. The words were too clear to ignore, and they started digging deep into my brain, hurting me. It hurt to hear people disrespect hyung's family, who treated me like their own child. They might not understand my love, but that doesn't mean I'd allow anybody to disrespect the Parks. I love and respect them as much as I do my own parents. My parents gave me life, but I found a home with the Parks.

"If you don't know what they've been through, don't speak nonsense," I said, clenching my fists in anger. How disrespectful they were, talking about the Parks without knowing what they had suffered.

"What? You should blame them too. You're waiting for their girl like a fool." An aunty in a navy-blue saree came into view, throwing her extra cloth over her back stylishly. But all I wanted was to grab that cloth and wrap it around her neck until she choked and apologized to the Parks for the way she was disrespecting them.

"They're disrespecting you too! You should ask them where their girl is. You're marrying their bloody smoker daughter," she continued, glaring at the Parks. Mrs. Park looked down, and my blood boiled.

"The way your tongue's moving, aunty, you should start smoking to cool down," I snapped, glaring back at her. "And this is my life, my ring ceremony. If you're done, the door's right behind you. Feel free to leave." I turned toward Mrs. Park, who was already a crying mess.

"I'm to blame," I told Mrs. Park, but I couldn't hold it anymore. She was blaming herself and Lisa, but was Lisa the only one at fault? It wasn't just the Parks—I was part of this too. Lisa was not going to take all the blame. She's like a sibling to me, even if not by blood. She's always cared about my feelings for my man and supported me in everything. I care for her like any brother would. Lisa doesn't deserve this much hate—I'm at fault too.

"I asked Lisa to run away. She didn't just run. I love someone else. It's not just her fault—I'm in love with somebody else, and I asked her to leave this marriage," I finally confessed. The Parks were shocked, their eyes wide, unable to believe what I'd said. The crowd started whispering, but I didn't care. I told you already—these people have double standards.

"Are you covering for the Parks? Tell us, who?" That same aunty mocked me again. How grateful I would've been if Lisa were there to land a punch on her face. Why wasn't this woman leaving if she had so many issues with the situation? "How do we believe you?"

"Then don't. Do I care about your opinion?" I finally mocked her too. This aunty was really getting on my nerves. Indian aunties are more problematic than the real problems in this country.

"Don't lie, Jungkook. It's all Lisa's fault. I'm sorry for everything," Mr. Park said, clasping his hands together and apologizing to me. At that moment, guilt washed over me. The Parks deserved to know the truth. It wasn't just Lisa's fault. I wouldn't tell them about hyung, but I could share Lisa's burden of hate.

"Uncle, don't do that." I stopped Mr. Park and hugged him, telling him the truth.

"Because I am... I am ga—" I couldn't finish my sentence before the sound of shoes echoed through the hall, drawing everyone's attention. Lisa's pleading voice also echoed, and I turned along with everyone else.

I saw hyung walking forward with Lisa in her Indian attire. My eyes locked on him as he dragging Lisa with him. She was trying to free herself, but hyung's eyes were fixed on me. He wore a dark blue kurta with white pants, and for a few seconds, I stopped breathing. He looked so handsome with light makeup, his hair gelled back, his forehead exposed. My eyes traveled from his shining brown eyes to his lips, which glistened with some light product.

"No one is going to lie here or run away," he said, standing right in front of me. My eyes were still admiring him as he stared at me. Lisa was struggling and saying something, but who cared when my angel was standing right in front of me?