The Monogamy Monologues

Part 12

Squinting into the sun, Jungkook ignores the bead of sweat which slides down his neck. The groomsmen have been wrangled to stand on the front steps of the church; the bridal party is next, since Namjoon cannot see his fiancée before the wedding.

You stand off to one side, frowning over the photographer's shoulder as you critique his shots. Every so often, you make the group change positions. With each wave of your hand, Jungkook follows your motions.

Most of your hair is pulled back from your face, pinned behind an ear to keep it off the headset. Your dress is A-line, skimming your body in a sensuous manner. Jungkook does his best to keep his gaze fixed on your face – any lower, and he might pop a semi.

No matter how often he looks at you, you never seem to be looking at him. As soon as Jungkook got to the church, he made a beeline for you, but to no avail. The swerve you gave him would have been impressive, had he not badly wanted to speak to you. If he were still on a kickball team, Jungkook might have recommended you as a runner.

It is clear from your face you are still mad about last night and honestly, Jungkook does not blame you. After all his soul-searching and talk of relationships, he balked at the first sign of realness. He needs to fix this.

Releasing a sigh, Jungkook feels himself start to slouch.

"You – in the back, with the hair! Stand up straight!"

Jungkook immediately straightens, to the snickers of Jimin. "Told you to get a trim," he says beneath his breath, squaring his shoulders to smile at the camera.

Tugging strands of his hair between fingers, Jungkook frowns at the length. He thought it looked pretty good after styling – glancing up, he catches your gaze on his. You do not seem to mind his hair, based on the way your gaze travels his face. The look is downright carnal and Jungkook fights back a shiver.

When your eyes meet his though, you instantly shutter. Turning around, you busy yourself with arranging the next shot, but Jungkook has already seen. There is still a chance – there has to be. A tiny bubble of hope swells in his chest – instantly pricked, when he remembers last night.

As they enter the church, Jungkook forces himself to exhale. The noise on the other side of the doors is loud, excited guests chattering at the prospect of the wedding. Namjoon will be the first one to enter, standing beside the altar until they lead out the rest.

Despite his speech in the suite, Namjoon seems anything but calm. Raking a hand through his hair, Namjoon nearly ruins his styling – but Seokjin is beside him, steadily talking him down. Glancing away, Jungkook realizes you stand alone at the door. Before he can talk himself out of it, he moves forward.

"Hey," he breathes, coming to a stop at your side.

Hearing his voice, you stiffen. "Hey."

"Y/N." Jungkook waits for you to look at him, but you do not. "I just wanted to –"

"Jungkook," you interrupt with a sigh. Finally looking up, you meet his gaze. "I don't really have time for this right now. Can it wait?"

Wilting a little at your expression, Jungkook nods. "Yeah."

A twinge of something – possibly regret – crosses your face, but before he can analyze it, you turn around to flee. Jungkook remains still for a moment until Stephanie, your assistant, grabs him by the arm.

"Jungkook." She steers him towards the others. "You're over here, next to Gina. Got it?"

Without waiting for a response, she moves on to Taehyung. Jungkook tries not to wince, remembering with clarity who he will be walking down the aisle.