Summary:
There was no need for Namjoon to feel lonely, he had Jin by his side. Now and then, until the end of his life.
Notes:
The start of Wedding Stories Namjoon Pairing part.
If this is your first time reading this series, here is brief explanation about it.
"A collection of one-shots about certain pairing in their wedding. It doesn't really tell about the actual wedding, but more like the 'stories' which come with the wedding. Like pre-wedding, preparation and everything."
Now, onto NamJin!
Hope you will love this story!
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Not Alone
Accompanied by his hyung, pacing around the big waiting room was one Kim Namjoon, the tall adorable bride who would soon walk up the aisle in matter of time.
Marriage. The word felt so lovely to his tongue, tasted so sweet to his dream, and made him feel so glad that he didn't want to ruin it.
Didn't want to ruin it.
He had to be careful. He shouldn't make any mistake. He couldn't destroy this. It had to run smoothly. It had to be perfect.
"Namjoon-ah, stop that." A gruff voice called from the sofa and that made Namjoon turned to the blue haired male laying on his side on the sofa with his hand propping up his head.
Frowning at the wrinkles which had accumulated on the dark blue suit from the amount of time and positions the elder had while laying down there, Namjoon sighed. "I'm nervous, hyung. What if I made a mistake? What if I forget the speech? What if I trip down when I walk? What if.."
"Yayayaya." Giving uninterested look at the tall man, Yoongi laid back down as he took out his phone and started tapping lazily on it. "Just sit down. You don't want to ruin that dress, do you?"
Looking at the long white dress he wore and also the long lacy white gloves, Yoongi was right. He shouldn't ruin this beautiful dress which his friends had chosen carefully for him.
Namjoon raised his hands in exasperation only to get Yoongi say again. "Stop messing up the veil. With your generous ability, it may tear sooner or later."
Right. Don't tear it, Namjoon.
"Hyung..." Whining at the obviously not a compliment, Namjoon moved to the white padded stool in the middle of the room.
Raising the gown along with the petticoat a bit before sitting down, Namjoon pouted. "Why do I have to wear dress? Can't I just wear the white tux?"
Yoongi was silence when looking at him with his infamous no-fuck-given expression. "If you expected me to answer that question for the twentieth time.."
Rolling his eyes, Namjoon interrupted knowingly. "Yeah, you won't answer. Just ignore it."
"Good." Nodding his head, Yoongi moved around a bit until he got into comfortable position for another chance of nap.
A sharp knock on the door altered Namjoon's attention who once again biting his lip in the silence of the room.
"Joonie hyung!" Jimin's voice chirped in as soon as the door opened. And following the voice, Namjoon saw Jimin closing the door and then walked toward him. "Ah.. He has already asleep again?" Jimin chuckled when he spotted Yoongi on the sofa, waving his hand which held a phone to a confused Namjoon. "He told me to accompany you here."
