HIS: Princess (Seokjin) | {Book 7} ✔️

{II}

"I can't believe you're getting married." I patted the male's back. He needed to stop slumping. He was going to get married.

"Stop hitting me." Yoongi frowned as he looked at himself in the body mirror of the dressing room.

"Then stop slouching." I replied as I fixed his tie for him. "You're getting married today. Do you want to enter the hall, where your future wife is, as if you don't want to get married to her?"

"No...hey don't say that." Yoongi straightened up. It wasn't perfect but I would take it.

"Be proud. You're getting married." I grinned. I was proud like a mother. Yoongi was finally getting married. He was getting his happy ending.

"I know..." he grinned at himself in the mirror. He looked so happy, not smug, but truly gleeful.

I couldn't believe it. He was going to be with the woman for a lifetime. And he was so happy about it. Hell, I was happy about it.

"You know—thinking about it—shouldn't I be getting married first?" I commented. I was the oldest afterall.

Yoongi rolled his eyes before turning to face me.

"Do you have someone you're dating?" He asked, his eyes still sparkling with excitement. He was giddier than a child with a huge lollipop. "Like me?"

"No." I admitted sadly. I wanted happiness too.

"Then of course not." Yoongi paused as he considered me. "How did the blind date go?"

"She was fine, but not my type." I shrugged.

"Hmm, Hyung?" Yoongi called out as I remembered that meeting.

It had been more frequent—these dates. Ones by my mother were because she wanted grandchildren and the rest were because I had been single for nearly my entire life.

I hummed in response to his calling as I picked the hair that fallen on Yoongi's tuxedo. He needed to look his best. It was his wedding after all.

"Uh...my Kitten knows someone." He began, as he watched me with his heavy eyes. Somehow he still looked sleepy.

I sighed at both his suggestion and his physical state.

"Yoongi I don't want another blind date. The one from before—of a friend of a friend—was disastrous." I shook my head as I was immediately reminded of that horrid memory.

It truly had been ghastly. Three—perhaps four—months ago, I was set up by Jimin on a date. The woman had jumped me in public, at a three-star restaurant. I had been unable to go to that restaurant since then because she had dry humped me. I was thoroughly horrified at that. It still haunts me and I really enjoyed their creme brûlée.

"Hear me out." I looked at him with distrust but I gave him a chance. "She's your type. On the heavier side, she's got curves, pretty face and my Kitten says she's an awesome cook."

"I'm an awesome cook." I scoffed. There was no one better at cooking than I am.

He chuckled, "That you are."

"It's time, boys." We both turned around to see the Event Coordinator signal us to exit. It was time.

As we were about to enter the hall, he whispered to me with a reassuring pat.

"Think about it." Yoongi grinned before smiling widely. He was about to see his bride.

"Fine. I'll give it a chance."

Claps could be heard.

He smiled and he entered bowing slightly to his parents or elders who came as his guests.

I watched as Yoongi entered for his happy ending.

It could be his fairy tale ending, I thought.

The real world was not as sentimental for fairy tale endings but this could be Yoongi's.

I clapped loudly as I waited for my turn. As his best man, I couldn't help but be happy too.

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Another one, because this one is in the past.