Who Might It Be? (BTS Fanfiction)

Chapter 10

It was D-Day for marriage. All the boys were in Jimin's room and the moms plus Amy were in mine. My mom agreed to let me wear my veil until the 'kissing' part when I convinced her that I would look more beautiful that way. After Amy and I's acting, my mom was also convinced that Amy would do no harm by hanging out with me. I was all dressed up with my heels on, makeup done, and hair done. I left my hair braided in the back, so that when Amy and I switch, It wouldn't look too bad.

"Aw my baby is all grown up," my mom said as she wiped fake tears away from her eyes. I rolled my eyes before looking at Amy.

"Bea good wife dear," Mrs. Park said to me.

"Of course she will be a good wife! She's so obedient that she realized she had to marry someone I chose rather than that little scum she was with before," my mom said proudly. My hands clenched as she talked trash about Jungkook.

"Mom and Mrs. Park, can Amy and I have a word alone? We'll see you at the venue," I said. They nodded before chatting themselves out the door. Amy and I quickly switched clothes as she put the dress on and the veil. I handed her the shoes and she giggled.

"These are so tall," she said.

"Because you're short," I replied. She gasped before throwing a pillow at me. Our pillow fight was cut short as the door opened, revealing my dad. He had wide eyes before entering the room.

"Ah, dad," I said as I stood there fidgeting.

"Thank god that you're not going through with this marriage," he said as he sighed in relief. I raised my eyebrow as I looked at Amy and then back at him.

"What do you mean?" I asked. He walked towards us and hugged both of us.

"In all honesty, I think you're old enough to find your true love. That Jungkook boy seems to make you happy. I just think your mother is so demanding sometimes," he replied and we chuckled.

"Thank god you're on board. You have to walk Amy down the aisle," I said I handed her hand to my dad's.

"With pleasure," he said, taking her hand. I walked behind them and stood at the big door she was going to walk through.

"Don't be nervous. Just be yourself or myself, I should say. Jungkook is already one of the best men so if anything happens, I'll run in to help," I said as I adjusted her veil. Amy nodded and took my hands in hers.

"Thank you so much for this," she said.

"It's what I would do for a friend," I replied before hugging her. There was a knock on the big door, signaling that it was time.

"Alright it's time girls," my dad said. I stood off to the side and mouthed 'good luck' to her before throwing a wink her way.

Amy's POV

I was so nervous under the veil as the doors opened. I saw so many people, but my eyes were only focused on the person standing at the very end with a huge grin on his face. The music drowned out everything and I could only focus on Jimin. His tux was perfect on him and his hair shined so bright against the lights. His eyes sparkled as he watched me walk down the aisle. Soon he took my hand from Crystal's dad and I was engulfed with his sweet cinnamon scent. He rubbed circles on my hands as we stood in front of the priest. We said our 'I do's' mine being low in order to hide my voice. Jimin just told everyone that I was nervous.

"You may now kiss the bride," the priest said. Jimin looked at his mom and Crystal's mom before lifting my veil. They gasped as did the rest of the hall.

"That's not my daughter!" Crystal's mom yelled out.

"No shit, Sherlock," Jimin muttered. I surpressed my laugh.

"Jimin, I thought we had an agreement," his mom said as she stood up and stared him down. I could practically see the lightening between the two.

"I thought I told you mom," he replied coldly.

"Guards take him away," she said. A few bodyguards came toward us, but the rest of the boys stepped in front of us.

"Sorry but the bride and groom are busy, how can we help you?" Taehyung said cheekily.

"Jimin, if you don't get away from her right now, I'll destroy her reputation," Mrs. Park said only so Jimin could here. He smirked.

"Take whose reputation down?" We looked at the doors where Crystal stood with her phone raised up.