If Only I Was A Little Braver | Park Jimin

epilogue

The Perfect in Us

Park Jimin had always seen himself as a sadistic little bastard, always bringing nothing but bad luck to everyone who tries to come near him.

And he definitely did not believe in loving, or more, reassuring his love with marriage.

But after seeing the beautiful lady stride her way done the aisle, he felt it right in him.

The need to want, the need to give, the need to love.

He saw nothing but her, and it applied to the bride and groom as their hearts fluttered like butterflies.

He didn't know when her hand was brought to his, but when he saw her smile up close, he knew that it was time.

Time to love her more with his most.

"Today, we are here to witness the marriage of the groom, Park Jimin, and his beautiful bride, Kwon Jae Eun."

Jimin let out a small giggle as they made eye contact, facing each other with her hands in his.

She squeezed it a little, expressing her nervousness.

The audience could see that they were in their own world, and that made them whine and shout small 'aw's.

"Will you, Park Jimin, take Kwon Jae Eun as your lawfully wedded wife?" the Priest spoke.

"I will, yes, I will. oh, oh I will." he spoke frantically, nodding as he continues staring into her eyes.

The audience started laughing.

"Will you, Kwon Jae Eun, take Park Jimin as your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I will." she whispered, making sure that Jimin heard her as she smiles at him.

"Now, please repeat after me."

The Priest started, "I, please say your full name, take you as my wife or husband,"

The couple laughed a little, finding the scene as awkward as the rest don't think it is.

"I, Park Jimin, take you as my wife,"

"I, Kwon Jae Eun, take you as my husband,"

"to have and to hold from this day onwards,"

They started speaking in clear unison, "to have and to hold from this day onwards,"

"look, I'm being nice here so don't be a pain in the ass and give me the damn fucking bag, dumbass." he sighed in frustration.

in fact, he looked really tired that I could even feel bad for him.

"if you're so reluctant you can don't be nice, jimin."

"for better, for worse,"

"you know, I was ten. I was young and everything. then my mother got shot more than twice, maybe thrice, right in front of me. on my birthday. that was probably the day my life turned into a whole laughing stock. no one else cared for me or loved me. not my friends in school since I never had them, not my father. I was all by myself." he sighed, then rubbing circles on her hand using his thumb as a way to calm himself down.