Torpidity.(A Sope fanfic) #Wattys2018

Epilogue pt3

The orange glow of the wish lanterns washed the dark dirt trodden path in a golden hue, reminding Yoongi of fireflies as it stretched along the path to beyond the hedge he had first stumbled upon. He smiled as he approached the hedge obscuring the paradise beyond, no one to give him away.

Seokjin of course had tried to step in, giving him in place of his noona as had Jungkook's parents but Yoongi figured that he had come into Hoseok's life pretty much on his own, walked on his own before after Kyunsoo died too. And as much as Yoongi would not like to be honest about it, Hoseok did point out the fact that while Seokjin and Jungkook's parents were good candidates they would be doing out of pity and neither knew about Yoongi or what he went through, his past and what it meant to him, hence it would be meaningless.

Yoongi's white clad feet came to hold as he waited for his cue to sound. He was practically bouncing, rocking back and forth in excitement at the thought of the next few moments that would mark another beautiful chapter of his life.

He remembered how Hoseok and him had decided on who would be the bride. Even though Yoongi was the more taking one in the relationship, the both leaned on each other, both needed each other. So albeit to contrary belief of settling it like matured adults by listing over the pros and cons and all the shenanigans, they decided on rock, paper, pencil, scissors.

He also remembered how he was not disappointed about it either. All was well as long as he was the one marrying his man.

He took in the chilly but tolerable night air, the pristine white suit and the beautiful splatters of pink brought by the cherry blossom and lilies in his hand made him smile softly.

Sure lilies sometimes signified death but it also stood for beauty. Lillies for beauty of some thing transient and fleeting, something eternal too. Cherry blossoms that signified the beauty, fragility and shortness of life. Brought together in hopes of a little more time borrowed or owned to live together in this world, to make memories good and bad, as long as they were together.

Yoongi breathed in and out, unable to cover up his smile despite his jittery nerves that was rising by the second at the rising amount of chatters just beyond.

"Sorry I'm late." He sudden jolted as warm hand grasped at his shoulder. Startled Yoongi turned around to face the withered face of his CEO. Yoongi bowed lowly and the older man bowed back lightly smiling warmly.

"Feeling nervous?" the older man's eyes crinkled but did not quite disappear, the familiar fatherly aura immediately putting Yoongi at ease as Yoongi nodded biting his lip.

"Its normal." The Ceo spoke and Yoongi nodded feeling small as the elder man looked around, seeing the hesitant question in his eyes.

"No one's giving me away." Yoongi laughed but the sound sounded forlorn for some reason. "Its not like a normal wedding anyway."

The elder man looked at him, eyes flickering in the light of those wishing lanterns and somehow Yoongi knew what the elder man was going to offer before he actually spoke.

"May I?" The elder man's eyes were prideful, bright with joy and hopeful as though there was no more honor he could be bestowed as he stretched his hand out.

"I watched you grew up, before me yoongi-ah. I have no child of my own but you and some others, were always there with me. From the young age you joined, you went through a lot and there wasn't much I could do except hold out a hand. " The elder man began as he noticed Yoongi's pensive hesitance. "Sometimes when you took hold of it, I was never more happy but then sometimes you wouldn't. I would often have to let you go inorder to make you stand on your feet too." The elder man continued and it suddenly striked Yoongi how many hands had he turned a blind eye toward and thought of himself as alone until he had finally grasped Hoseok's?