The Story of Us | Jikook/Kookmin

44 | The End

Jimin POV.

The first thing that passes from my mind when I wake up is:

Oh.

The reality of getting married to Jungkook sinks in for about a minute, only then I blink, roll over to my other side and breathe in the soothing aloe vera smell of the sheets. The feeling that bubbles my stomach is weird... I'm supposed to think about today being my last morning as a single man - regular stuff that single people think about before getting married - though the only thing I can make it out of all the amalgam of emotions is how weird it feels like waking up in a bed alone. 

Jungkook became my normal since too long. He has become the only owner of my mind and heart, since too long, that I don't feel like our lives are going to be any different after today. Not that I'm not excited about getting married to him, but everything just feels... natural. I was worried about getting too anxious earlier because Jungkook was anxious the whole week and kept stressing about every detail - it was almost like we switched the roles! - but now that I'm laying down in the bed by myself... I don't think I'll get nervous at all.

That's the zenith, isn't it? Knowing that you are going to marry one person for the rest of your life, and not having one doubt within your heart that bugs you uncomfortably, whispers worries to your ears and makes you have second doubts. And then the second zenith would be, knowing that the person you are going to marry feels the exact same way about you. 

I feel like I was unfairly blessed, out of every good human in the universe. Though I'm not complaining, heheh.

I woke up fairly early to not rush anything, so I take my time getting out of bed. I just walk around the house and hum to a song, get something to eat, go over my attire, refreshen my face and take a shower - until the bell rings in warning of an upcoming toothsome tornado. 

The first butterflies of the day are felt within Taehyung, Namjoon and Hoseok hyung's noisy entrance, crushing the peaceful calm aura I've been maintaining all morning. They look thrilled, patting me on the back, singing me an anthem about losing my freedom (thanks you guys, seriously), even attempting to carry me on their hands in celebration, deciding to stop since Jungkook would kill them if they injured me on the day of our wedding. Plus Namjoon hyung is involved so... definitely not worth risking.

- You guys look smokin'! You're gonna outdo the grooms like this! -I can't help but exclaim while watching their 10/10 attires, dressed up the best version of themselves. All of them have black-and-white suits on, with folded baby blue napkins on the pocket of their jackets, and it's surprising to see them already dressed up before myself!

- No-one can shine brighter than you today, Jiminie. -Namjoon hyung comments sweetly, catching us all off-guard with the meaningful smile he gives me as he speaks. I'm blushing immediately, imagining how it will really feel like standing on the edge of the aisle with all eyes on myself. 

Oh my god, I felt my stomach flip at that thought. I'm not getting nervous. I'm not.

- H-how is Jungkook? Did you guys visit him before coming? -I find myself asking as they take me to the kitchen island, sit me on one of the high-legged chairs, then spill around the cupboards to make me tea and breakfast. I... goodness, they are just too kind, too good... My lovely hyungs, I'm feeling burdened under their mindful treatment.

- He looks high. -Hoseok hyung's laughter echoes. 

- H-high? -I cock my head, my pupils growing a little in curiosity. Is that a good or bad thing...

- Jimin-ah. -Namjoon hyung puts down a steamy mug on the table, taking seat himself as he passes the drink to me. -He is freaking out. Remember, when he drank too many coffees one day when we were trainees and couldn't stop hopping and fidgeting around the house?