Second love | jirosé

[Chapter 1] "like what you see?"

I stand on the alter, waiting for all of this to get over.
My mind does not seem to process anything that is happening.
Was this all real? Months ago, I was crying. Crying over the loss of my loved one and today I stand on the alter beside his brother in a white gown. Why was this happening?

Jimin stands beside me, just as nervous as I was.

Once we are asked to exchange rings he turns to me. He holds my palm and slips the ring on, ever so gently. The rings weren't meant for us. The diamond on it shines beautifully.

When my turn comes I do the same, placing it gently.
The people seated clap in happiness.

My parents sit on the front row. They seem genuinely happy for their daughter.
My sister wears a pale pink dress. She looks gorgeous.

While Jimin's parents sit beside mine. His father claps happily,while his mother sobs beside him. His father tries his best to comfort her.
Is she happy for Jimin or sad that he wasn't the one supposed to be standing here?

Jimin looks up and into my eye and smiles. It comforts me a little.
I smile back before turning.

"You may kiss the bride now."

These words seem to echo in my head, while the crowd seems to enjoy it.

Jimin leans in.

"It's okay. This will all be over in a few minutes,"he reassures before placing his lips on mine.

The kiss does not last long and I do not know if it was one filled with feelings.
It most definitely was forced.

The ceremony soon comes to an end and I and Jimin spend the rest of our time going around and meeting our relatives.

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By the time we reach home, the sky is dark and the stars seem ethereal.

I will be spending my night at Jimin's place. I'll have to go back to get some of my stuff though. Most of them are already here. My parents helped me bring them.

Jimin's parents had welcomed me with a warm smile. But yes, I do know how much they might have been hurting.
The incident that took place months ago had left all of us traumatized.

His parents had insisted on me marrying Jimin and I obliged. I did not have the desire to fight my parents or his at that moment. I was broken.
How could he leave me?

People say that second love is more successful than the first because you have already experienced it once. You have already broken your heart once. You have made the mistake and you wouldn't repeat it.
But what if it was not meant to be broken?
What if he left without a word?
What if you were supposed to be married to him in a day?
What if you end up marrying his brother?

I do not know if I wasdoing the right thing. Am I taking the right path?    Am I?
I wouldn't forgive myself for what happened to him.
And Jimin.
Is he really okay with all this?
Why did he agree?

"Chaeyoung, you can use it now,"my thoughts are interrupted and I get ready to face reality.
Jimin walks out, a towel draped around his waist. His abs are on full display and I couldn't seem to take my eyes off them.

"Like what you see?"he smirks.

I mentally slap myself for staring. I stand up from the bed I was sitting on and grab a towel before making my way past him. I enter the bathroom before locking it.

A warm shower helps me. My anxiety is washed away with the water.
Once I feel fresh and clean I walk out of the shower, grabbing the towel.

Wait, I have a towel. Just a towel. Ahh!what have you brought upon yourself chaeyoung.
What do I wear before heading outside? I'm definitely not wearing the clothes I just used.
I need a towel to wrap my hair in.
I'm doomed.

Hey,maybe he still isn't out there.
I wrap the towel around myself and let my hair fall to my back. The water droplets drip down to the floor, one after another.
I feel a little uncomfortable with them sticking to my body.

I walk towards the door before peeking outside. Jimin sits on the bed using his phone. He doesn't seem to notice me.

I poke my head out,
"Jimin, can you leave the room?"
He finally looks up from his phone.
"No, why?"

Yes, this is completely natural.
I most definitely can't ask him to get me my clothes. I don't want him rummaging through my stuff.
The only option I have left is for me to walk out like this. With only a towel. There shouldn't be a problem since he did the same thing after all.

I finally gather all my willpower and move out. This is the least number of clothing I have ever worn before walking in front of a guy. My cheeks are tinted red as I make my way out.
Jimin looks at me, his eyes turning large. 

"Like what you see?" I smirk.

"Hey, don't steal my lines,"he whines.

"It's not like you were the only one permitted to use it."

I head towards our bedroom's door, locking it.

Jimin's mouth hangs open.

"Close it before flies enter."

"What are you planning on doing? Don't pounce on me out of nowhere," he smirks.

"Shut up, pervert."

"Excuse me, who is the pervert here? Why did you lock the door?"he mocks.

"I don't want your parents walking in on me changing clothes," I retort.

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