Techni-Color | YoonMin

~Epilogue~

I pull at the collar of my shirt, feeling as if I'm being strangled by it. "I hate this thing," I whine to Namjoon, who stands in front of a full-length mirror, adjusting his black bow-tie.

"Two hours, Yoongi. I'm asking you to wear it for two hours," he grumbles, pulling at his already perfectly-styled hair. He turns to me, throwing his hands up in frustration. "I feel like this all looks completely wrong." He pouts, once again fidgeting with his tie.

I approach him, pulling his hands down to his side and holding them there. Craning my neck back, I capture his eyes with my own. "You look fine, Namjoon. Don't even worry about it." I pat him on the back, smiling. "Everyone's going to be looking at Jin anyway," I tease.

Thankfully he laughs, easing a bit of the tension I feel. I want this all to be perfect, Namjoon and Jin deserve that much. After all, it's not everyday that your best friends get married. Namjoon turns from me, giving himself a last look-over in the mirror. Taking a deep breath, he turns from his reflection. "Okay," he says, determination settling in his eyes. "I'm ready."

I nod, moving to open the door for him as he steps out. I grab his shoulders, giving him a final stare down. "You can do this." He grins at me, his dimples on display for everyone around us.

"Of course I can," he says, lowering my hands from his shoulders. "I was born to marry this man." And with that he turns, strolling down the hallway. Chuckling, I follow after him. Namjoon takes the steps two at a time, his long legs quickly swallowing the distance between him and the doorway.

I see the sunlight filtering through the doorway, a groan building in my chest. "Why did you have to choose an outdoor wedding?" I pout, already knowing that I'm going to die of heat stroke in this stupid suit.

Namjoon just shrugs, not even bothering to look back at me. "Because I like nature," he calls over his shoulder. "You could use the sun anyway." He laughs, my eyes narrowing.

"Ha ha ha," I sneer, scrunching up my nose. "You'll see, Namjoon." I wag my finger at his back menacingly. "You make fun of my pale skin, but karma will get you. And all your kids will be super pale!" I hear him laugh as he makes his way out the door, the sunlight shining down on him like it knows that he deserves the spotlight.

I pause at the door, watching as Namjoon walks down to aisle to assume his place at the altar, smiling and greeting his guests as he walks passed them. Turning, his eyes meet mine, a smile lighting up his face.

The grass behind him starts to color itself in, the gray becoming a swaying sea of green. A smile tugs at my lips at what those colors mean. Turning, I watch as Jimin and Jin round the corner, the former's eyes lighting as as he sees me standing there. He rushes towards me, leaving Jin to roll his eyes as Jimin jumps at me, my arms wrapping around him as his legs secure around my waist.

"I'm sorry," he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I seem to have mistaken you for my date."

"What a shame," I drawl, playing along. "I'm also here with a date."

"Oh yeah?" His eyelids droop, his head nearing my own. "What a lucky guy he is."

"Mmm," I hum, our breath mingling. "I think I'm the lucky one." My lips brush against his with every word, sending waves of longing through me.

Jimin presses his lips against mine in a kiss that starts off slow but quickly switches gears as his legs squeeze tighter around me, driving me insane. For a few seconds we're lost, only aware of one another. Until Jin clears his throat, bringing reality crashing down on us.

Jimin pulls back from me, his cheeks blazing and chest heaving. Slowly, I lower him to the ground, grabbing his hand to keep him by my side. Finally tearing my eyes away from my boyfriend, I look to Jin, who taps his foot, disapproval clear in his eyes. I smile at his sheepishly, unable to fully regret what just happened.