Today is the day.
Why am I so nervous? I've performed in front of thousands of people thousands of times.
Yet here I am, staring at myself in the mirror with my palms sweating and my chest tight, nervous.
I hear the door open, and I turn to see pink hair and a wide smile. "Yah! Jin-hyung!" He shuts the door and hurries over to hug me. "You look fantastic!"
Laughing, I hug him back. "Thank you, Jimin. How is everything?"
He pulls back and explains, "The last of the guests are arriving, and Namjoon-hyung is all ready."
God, I love that man. I notice a strand of his vibrant hair is out of place, and I fix it back into its place. "Good. And the other best men?"
"Jungkook and Yoongi-hyung are directing people to their seats, and Taehyung is greeting them as they come in." He pauses to hum, thinking. "Last time I saw Hoseok-hyung he was with Yoongi. He might be in Namjoon's room." He breaks out into a really wide smile. "Are you ready, hyung?"
Seeing him smile causes me to do the same. He has that effect on most people. "Y-Yes..." I answer, holding his hands. "Jimin, can I be honest?"
"Of course!"
"I'm nervous."
He giggles, and it was super cute. "That's completely normal."
I question, "Really?"
"Yeah! It's a natural reaction." He hugs me again. "You love Namjoon-hyung. That's all that matters."
Yeah. I really do. When he releases me, I straighten his blue tie. "I can always count on you, Jiminie."
We exchange a loving grin and both look at the door when someone knocks from the outside. Jungkook peeks his head in, his yellow tie looking nice with the black suit and black hair. "Hyung, are you ready?"
This is it. I check myself in the mirror again, making sure there were no creases in my suit. I mess with my brown hair a little more, doing my absolute best to make it perfect. Once I'm done, I can't help but think, Damn. I take a deep breath and say, "Let's do this."
I follow the two outside. Then I see my soon-to -be husband, and I panic a little bit. He can't see me before the wedding. He stands at the doorway, about to go down the aisle, one of his parents on each side holding an arm. The piano music echoes through the building, and the trio start to walk.
Sighing with relief, I can't help but smile. It's really happening. Someone comes up behind me and links his arm with mine. The smaller man looks up at me, and I swear I can see tears forming in his eyes.
I smirk. "Yoongi, don't you dare cry on my wedding day."
He scowls. "Shut up. I'm not crying."
I scoff and bump my hip into his to make him smile. When I found out my parents wouldn't be here to give me away, I was devastated. I nearly told Namjoon to call off the wedding until we figured out the problem. But, with our busy schedules, this was the best date.
"I'll do it," Yoongi had said, shocking us all.
I figured, Why not?
"You look great, Jin-hyung," he compliments.
I rub a hand up and down his arm. "Thank you, Yoongi." I smirk evilly and side-eye him. "And I love the pink tie. Very manly of you."
His jaw drops. "You told me to wear it!"
