His Buried Past| Taekook

Chapter 45

"Hyuuuung," Jungkook whined, "Help me!"

Chuckling, Namjoon stepped forward, brushing the younger man's fingers away from the tangled mess of a tie at his neck. "I got it. Why are you such a mess?"

The ravenette grimaced, "How can you ask me that? This is the most important day of my life!"

"Yeah, but I've never seen you so nervous Kook. Not having second thoughts, are you?"

"Are you crazy?!", the younger snapped, "Of course not! I've been dreaming of this my whole life! Nothing could ever change my mind!"

The elder gave an amused smile as he finished fixing the mafia boss's tie, "Good. Because I'm pretty sure if you tried to back out now, you'd have at least half a dozen people trying to kill you..assuming your fiancé didn't get to you first."

Jungkook snorted as he appraised the final result in the mirror, "Tae would never let someone else kill me. He'd do it all on his own. But all this is a moot point. I meant what I said, I could never have second thoughts about today."

"Then what are you so nervous about?"

The younger huffed anxiously, "What if he changes his mind? Or what if I mess it up somehow and ruin the ceremony?"

Namjoon smiles as he shakes his head at the worried younger man, "Kook, Taehyung isn't going to change his mind. He loves you just as much as you love him. And if you mess the ceremony up, you won't have to worry about Tae being upset, because Jimin and Jin will kill you first."

Elsewhere

"Chim! Nobody will see it!", Tae loudly whined, stomping his feet in frustration.

The older scowled, "Tae, you are NOT wearing a gun to your wedding!"

"Why not?!"

"It's a freaking wedding! It's supposed to be a sacred event! It's supposed to be beautiful and a peaceful symbol of unity--DAMMIT HYUNG QUIT MESSING WITH MY HAIR! "

The eldest shoots a withering glare at the pink-haired younger, "Who do you think you are talking to Park Jimin? I didn't put all this work into today to be disrespected like this! Now hush and let me finish, unless you want to look like you just rolled out of bed!"

Taehyung rolled his eyes at the older two's bickering. They'd spent the last 6 months planning the ceremony and Jin and Jimin were determined to make sure it was perfect. He'd had to listen to more arguments over flowers, colors, and fabrics than anyone should have to endure. At one point Jimin had even dared to try arguing with the eldest over the menu. That particular clash had ended with Jin chasing the screaming younger around the kitchen island with a frying pan.

Looking in the mirror, the youngest nervously smoothed his silky hair, "Are you sure about the color Chim?"

The older boy gave an appraising look at, his previous scowl softening into a smile. "Taehyungie, you look beautiful. The color looks stunning on you."

"But do you think Kookie will like it? It's so different."

Jimin scoffs, "You could shave your head bald and Jungkook would still be whipped for you. But still, he's going to be speechless when he sees you. Trust me."

Tae gives a nervous smile, taking a deep breath as he runs his slender fingers down the front of his clothes. Taking a deep breath, he nods,"Okay, I'm ready."

Sniffling as he wraps his arms around his best friend, Jimin feels gratitude sweeping through him. There was a time where he'd thought it was impossible for this day to ever come. To be standing here with Taehyung, after spending years believing he'd lost his soulmate and then discovering the boy had forgotten them...this day seemed like a miracle.