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I take a deep breath and take a look at the large red wooden doors. On the other side, a lot is awaiting me. I shake my head in disbelief: all my life I've been waiting for this particular moment. Around me, from the sun outside, to the vines and the vintage interior, everything shines. I especially love the place we chose: small, but cosy and welcoming. The veranda I am standing in gives to a charming garden: the beautiful colorful flowers (among which I see my favorites, orchids) grows in harmony with crazy wild plants. Even a abandoned old bike is covered with it. The interior, that I'll get to see in a minute, had baby blue and light pink walls. Everything seems to be out of the most magnificent painting: the old school tables and matching chairs, the twinkling stars painted on the ceiling, the large windows, eaten by vines...

However,

However, the most beautiful thing is the person waiting for me. My nervousness might be killing me, but I still am the happiest man in the whole universe. I still remember when he offered me his hand, and I can't help but feel extremely grateful. Since I met him, he has been my reason of living. He supports me through thick and thin and is the one who brought back my passion for music when I lost all hope. I'm thankful just for him being in my life. When I first smiled to him, I never imagined that it would have ended up that way. When he smiled back at me that day in the hallway of that hotel's toilets, I never pictured me living the rest of my life by his side...

The doors suddenly open, and my father pulls my arm that is crossed with his, a little bit, for me to snap back to reality.

I look in front of me, and I shiver.

Here he is, nervously playing with his fingers while slightly smiling at me. I take another breath and I start walking towards him. A cute music is playing, but all thoughts I could have had are buried under my desire to reach him. I would have ran to him if it wasn't for my dad.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I arrive next to him and return his smile, showing the dimples I know he loves. It is a strange moment. I, at the same time, want to cry so bad but can't help but grin.

The rest is blurry. I feel myself taking his hand, sliding a cute, simple and cheap ring on his finger. I promise myself to buy him a better one in the future, hoping I could eventually afford it. Then I feel my hand sliding in his, and me taking him away from the small crowd. I pull to the small room at the back, push him against the wall, and delicately put my lips on his.

I...

I just....

I just married effing Kim Seokjin.

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A short one I managed to write in between exams. Thanks for the support, here is an infamous, badly written wedding scene 💍