compendium | bts x lovelyz

72 | finally, finally

Note: this is from my previous story, 'twenty-four hours', which I haven't continued because of writer's block. I'm really sorry. But this chapter/one-shot is the summarized version of my story. I hope you guys like it!

Recommended song: finally//beautiful stranger by Halsey

It might be an understatement to say that she had messed everything up.

Imagine falling in love with a stranger in a span of let's just say, twenty-four hours? But, add in the realization of your own feelings the day before your dreaded wedding?

Well, Yein can relate to all of that. Why did she just realize everything yesterday? How could she be so in denial? So scared that her parents will be disappointed of her if she'd actually acknowledge her feelings to the stranger she was with a month ago? She didn't even care about her supposed fiancé, who annoyed her so much that she regretted not dumping his ass earlier. And that stranger...damn him. If he didn't talk to her and dora-the-explorer with her around the city that day, she wouldn't have been in this predicament. But she couldn't blame him. How could she blame him when he was the only one who really understood her in just a span of a day? Being with him that day made her feel so...treasured. Like for the first time in her life, there was someone actually out there who could make her feel so comforted and cared for and...loved.

Fuck that word.

She shouldn't feel this way, not at least on her wedding day. There was only an hour left before she had to walk down the aisle and marry someone she didn't even love for the sake of her family. Why was this happening to her? Why had she decided so badly in her life?

Now, in her room packed with her styling team and a few bridesmaids, she stared at the woman in front of her. Her hair was curled elegantly, a shiny clip glinting idly in it. Eyelids filled with glittery shadow that was supposed to make her eyes also glitter, but it appeared dull and anxious. It wasn't filled with happiness like how brides should have on their wedding day. Her rosy lips were turned down instead of widening up into a grin. She attempted to muster a smile, but it fell. Even her face wouldn't cooperate with her. Yein stared intently at her reflection once again and winced. She did look beautiful, but she also looked like she lost someone dearly to her. Like every ounce of energy in her faded away.

She really needed to put her shit together. She needed to put up with all of this. It was all her fault why everything was getting messy in her life.

Behind her, her best friend, Sujeong, was smiling sympathetically at her. Yein couldn't help but heave a sigh.

"You know you can step out from this, right?" she told her in a low voice, not wanting the other people in the room to hear. "You can tell your parents. I'm sure they'll understand."

Yein closed her eyes. "I can't and you know that. We've talked about this and I've decided that I have to do this. You saw how my mom looked at me that day," she whispered, unshed tears starting to form. "She was so proud and happy for me. She didn't look at me like I'm a fucking disappointment anymore. I can't give that up."

Sujeong sat down at the chair beside her. Bridesmaids and stylists went outside when the wedding planner ushered them out.

"I don't want you to regret all of this. I mean, you're already regretting this. You don't even love him. Please, think about it, Yein. A marriage is a lifetime. You're going to spend your life with that annoying prick."

Yein briefly chuckled. "I know. But my hands are tied, Jeong."

Her best friend stared at her. "No, they're not. All you need to do is stand up for yourself. That's it. You have to do it," she told her with determined tone in her voice. If only that was easy.