Under Noirwood | Vminkook ✓

Seventeen: Ceremony

A/N: yo everyone.

I genuinely hope you have a great day because 

some of our days are numbered

and every day counts.

Make it count and drink some hot chocolate...or something.

you deserve it <3

Love you all!

_izzy_

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Brown hair dusted the fair-faced man's gentle cheeks.

A nervous, giddy smile pushed its way over his lips as he adjusted the tuxedo over his slim shoulders. His green eyes blinked a few times at his dressed up figure...one final glance in the mirror showed a handsome man, young and able. A man that was in love, prepared to fight for his passion until the day he died. 

Determination set into his soft cheek lines as he thought about Eonjin and how much she cared about him. About how much she cared for the world--for Noirwood. About the special event that would involve him later that day. 

Today was wedding day...

And Jimin was ready. 

The half-blood demon nodded at his reflection. For the wedding, his mortal disguise made him look strange, to say the least. Inside his crypt room he had countless disguises to cover up the truth that was laid out upon his skin. His black inked arms were currently covered up by the sleeves of his tux--his red eyes diluted with a pool of deep green contacts.

And his hair!

His white hair was shielded with a less domineering brown...and the price of its realness was the uncomfortable itch that bothered him every few minutes. But he could do better...

A little oil, and some eyeliner-

And Jimin appeared to be some kind of Stone Henchman. Only at a closer, deeper look would someone realize it was him. 

And he wouldn't let that happen.

So, to top off the look, he picked up a sleek top hat, square glasses, and black cane. His heart swiveled in his chest at his strange new appearance. The humanness in it all gave him pangs of reminiscence. Maybe his hair nor eyes weren't gray, but the embracing feeling of being Stone Prince once again struck him like an old, buzzing lightning bolt.

And boy did it electrify him.

Today, Jimin was going to kill Taehyung and Jungkook for his father. For himself. And for Lucio. 

Plus, he was going to finally see two banners of Noirwood unite for the second time in history. First Taehyung and Jungkook--and now Florian and Eonjin. 

Oak and Laurel...Laurel and Stone.

As his low-heeled black boots clicked against the floor leading outside of his room onto the mountain side of the crypt, he clenched his jaw. Strong gusts of wind tugged at the false hair on his head, and he gazed out upon the burnt land that outlied his home.

If only he was Stone Prince again...

"Hmmm." He shrugged off the gnawing chants in his head as he gracefully made his way down the steep slope of the mountain. 

Oak and Stone. Oak and Stone. Oak and Stone.

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"Ladies and gentlemen! The Oak Family!"