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i. Epilogue

"Namjoon," Your mother called Namjoon before he could walk out from the room, he looked at her, smiling slightly. You and Hoseok were already out from the room, closing the door. Your mother patted beside her. Namjoon stared at her for awhile before sat beside her. He looked down at his hand, your mother just sighed softly before held Namjoon's hand with her gentle one.

"You love my daughter, don't you," Namjoon averted his eyes to the door. He chewed on his lower lips.

"Why did you do that?" Your mother asked softly, her soothing thumb gently and full of love and care rubbed on his hand. His eyes glued to the motherly hand that held his hand like his mother would never did.

"Because I love her," His voice was hoarse as he stared at your mother's hand. He didnt dare nor have the courage to look at your mother. Your mother just waited for Namjoon to say something, she knew he want to say something. Something from his heart, he want to let it out.

"I will never put blame on you or Ji Ae, you can't blame someone who has found their love," He lowered his head, a drop of tears slipped from his eyes before immediately wiped it off with his sleeve.

"Everything you said about loving your girlfriend, I know it was a lie. I'm a mother, Namjoon. I know when my child is lying or not," He let out a soft chuckle.

"I'm not your child, I'm your in law and I will not be anymore," Namjoon said as if he's whispering, his voice was timid, scared and hurt.

"I know you want to say something, don't let it bury inside you. You will suffer, tell me. I'm here to listen just like how a mother should be," Your mother patted his head gently, his hand tightened around your mother's, he wasn't used to a mother's love. His mother was a workaholic just like his father, he was always left alone in his house with books by his side. Namjoon let out a shaky sigh.

"I was stupid to not realize my feelings sooner if not your daughter will fulfil your dream to see her happy in a marriage. If I realized it sooner, I would fight for her and I will do anything to make her fall in love with me," Your mother smile, he finally let it out.

"But I was late. My girlfriend, Su Min left me for someone else because she knew I would fall for your daughter since the day Ji Ae was my wife but she's scared to confront me about it. I love her earlier than I realized but seeing she is happy with Hoseok make me realized that he deserve your daughter and would make your daughter happy. Her happiness is my happiness and her happiness is Hoseok's. I was determined to make Ji Ae happy, the only thing I can do to make her happy is giving her to Hoseok, the one who deserves her and make her happy," Your mother smile softly, her hand gently patting Namjoon's head.

"You really love my daughter, I'm not regretting the decision to let her marry you," Namjoon finally looked up at your mother, his eyes were glisten in tears.

"Only to be divorce at the end," Namjoon mumble make your mother chuckled, she nodded to him.

"Yes but I'm not sad about it because I found you, an amazing person. I'm glad you're my son in law even though you will not be, I will think of you as my son," Namjoon stared at your mother.

"Thank you, m-mom," Namjoon sstuttered, the word was foreign to him. Your mother smile softly at Namjoon.

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Namjoon entered the wedding hall, walked through the aisle, the guests' attention were on him. He looked amazingly good looking. Once he reached the platform, he stood at the platform beside Jin who was one of the groomsmen. Jin patted his back to courage him, he smile slightly to Jin. His eyes averted to the door at the end of the aisle. Somewhat, he was nervous. His palms were sweating, his feet and hands turned cold. The door at the end of the aisle opened, revealed the most beautiful and amazing, he can't find the perfect word to describe the woman. You was standing there, linking your arm with your brother's, flower in your hand. You're smiling ear to ear, brighter than the Sun. Your smile make him smile in happiness with a stung of pain.