"You bought me for a night, you don't own me."
"Then why did you scream my name like I was yours?"
Silk Sheets
-a novel about a girl who sees herself only as worthy as the pleasure she can give someone else-
NOT A Y/N STORY NOT A SHIPPING STORY NOT...
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"Shouldn't you guys be with Jimin right now?"
Celine said, tears streaming down her face.
Jin basically screamed, patting away the tears from her freshly made face. He did not pay for the best makeup artist in the country for her to cry it all away. Luckily it was waterproof, which he insured.
"Um, why would we do that? I'm your maid of honor and Taehyung is your flower girl." Yoongi said, again trying to calm the girl down.
To no avail.
"And miss the nervous breakdown that was bound to happen? As if." Taehyung rebuttaled, trying not to laugh at the death glare Celine fired his way.
It had been a long, arduous fight to get Taehyung here. She still had so much to say to him. So much to tell him. But for today, they both would pretend like everything was okay.
They all looked handsome, their suits Versace and pressed to perfection. It didn't distract her enough though.
Despite the scary face she carried, she looked gorgeous. That much she could tell from looking in the mirror. Her hair had two simple braids pulled back, the rest of her hair curled into long waves. Her face made up with simple makeup, though it was golden and warm to math the appliqués of her dress.
And the dress, Jin made sure it was something out of a fairytale.
She felt like a princess, or maybe a goddess from Greece. Like a little personification of sunlight.
Her dress was an off white, ivory. A thin airy fabric, that wrapped around her body as if it were water. Flowing and ebbing around her, satin in its glow. Golden details swirled around the bottom of the dress gently, meeting at the bodice to create a intricate design.
The wedding venue, a castle in France was decorated the same way as her dress. Pretty golden areas, all meant to represent light.
Sunlight and warmth, the exact way she felt about
Jimin.
A fresh wave of tears started to roll down her cheeks, whimpers haphazardly falling from her mouth as she tried to speak.
"Oh yeah, I forgot our bridal party is the smallest in world history, since we have no friends." She said, making everyone around her try to hold in their laughs.
Yoongi just looked down, Taehyung full on spun away from the mirror hoping she wouldn't see his amusement.
Jin was exasperated, looking to Hoseok and Namjoon to somehow lighten the mood and help her stop crying. They looked to Hani and Joy, the girlfriends that may have been able to help their fellow woman in need.
They thought she was upset about something minuscule that made her feel like the day wasn't perfect. Or that she was nervous.
They had no clue she was crying because everything was perfect.
