Royal Lesson |KTH x JJK|✓

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Did I half ass this wedding? Mmmmm yeah.
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Just as Taehyung thought, Jimin was the perfect wedding planner. He was able to help the couple with tough decisions as well as simple ones and Queen Jeon was more than happy to assist, making sure Jimin got whatever he needed sent out to their house. Sure it was a lot of back and fourth for the shipment drivers but the King was paying them good money- and that was enough for them to travel long distances gladly.

Taehyung liked helping out when I'd came to decorations and Jungkook was upstairs making sure their tuxedos were clean and ready to be put on. When it came time for that, Jungkook and Taehyung parted with a small smile that held more emotion that wasn't noticeable by others. Yoongi shuffled behind Taehyung and Jimin lead Jungkook to a small changing room where he helped the boy get dressed.

"Feels like an eternity since I last dressed you." Jimin said. Jungkook scoffed lightly and shook his head, smiling so big he was afraid his cheeks would splinter and crack.

"You never dressed me, I did it-"

"Don't finish that lie." Jimin said, tightening the bow he wore around his neck. He smoothed his hands down the lapels of Jungkook's suit jacket and his lips quivered, eyes gleaming with unshed tears. "You're all grown up now. This is the last time I'll be helping you put your socks on."

"I'm gay, I don't wear socks." Jungkook joked. Jimin laughed, playfully smacking his chest. Jungkook was wearing socks though, don't worry. No friend of Jimin's would go sockless at their own wedding.

"I love you, bug dummy." Jimin said. Jungkook sighed and pulled Jimin in for a hug, resting his chin against his shoulder. He had to bend down a bit and it was straining his neck a little but he didn't mind. Jimin's embrace was something he found comfort in.

"I love you to Jiminie. Now go get ready, my best man can't go out there with unkept hair." Jungkook chuckled. Jimin shot him a glare and left the room and Jungkook turned, looking at himself one last time in the mirror before stepping out of the room.

Coincidentally, Taehyung was stepping out of his dressing room and they looked over at each other, mouths parted in a small "O" at seeing their loved one. It was supposed to be a little peek, a small moment to look at each other before the wedding started and they were surrounded by friends and family.

"Fuck." Taehyung whispered. "I'm going to cry."

"Don't. Jimin will beat you if you ruin your eyeliner."

"I don't care." Taehyung said, stepping forward to grab Jungkook's small waist. He looked perfect, shoulders sharp and broad and manly, easing down to his waist like the perfect triangle. His legs looked long and his hair was styled nicely, making him look all the more beautiful. He looked young too, a certain liveliness glowing in his blue eyes.

"Look at you." Jungkook said in awe, resisting the strong urge to run his fingers through Taehyung's freshly dyed red hair. He couldn't ruin it though or offset those subtly placed curls, so he kept his hands splayed against Taehyung's chest. "So handsome. I can't believe I'm going to marry you."

"With you're family and friends here too." Taehyung smiled, gently touching Jungkook's cheek. On instinct he leaned into his touch, closing his eyes softly as he took a light inhale of Taehyung's addictive scent.

"I wish... I wish your family was here too..." He whispered, peeling his eyes open. Taehyung sighed and shook his head.

"I don't want them here." He reassured. "This is a place for the people I love and care about. They'd stick out more than I did the first time you saw me." Taehyung chuckled.