His Queen Doll || P.JM

Prolouge | wedding

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Anxiety saturated my blood painting my face in pallor, uneasiness mounted my veins accelerating my heart a million miles per minute.

Palms soaked in sweat and heart waging a war yet here am I, on my feet before the closed monolithic door, the orchestra behind it swirling in the air along with my agitated aura.

Nervousness dwindled a little bit when I felt a presence beside me, I veered my vision to see my brother, his lips curled in an attempted smile and I mirrored his curl though we knew it wasn't a genuine one.

Air gushed into my lungs as I took a deep breath.

The wedding was supposed to be the day where you becomes someone's heartbeat, engraving your vow into your marrow. But did mine inch anywhere near it? No

Soaking into my thoughts, I remembered why am I here? And why can't I freak out or run away even if I have the urge of it with all my heart? Because my desire for freedom is deeper than the seas, towering the universe and stronger than the desire of a hopeless romantic.

Tic for tac, cage for freedom?

The whisperings are still resounding at the corner of my ear,

"You're a bird, a bird is meant to be caged"

Rebelling against the chains clasped onto my feet, the answer I always got was,

"The key to freedom is expensive. But the real question is what are you willing to sacrifice to acquire it?"

And therefore here I am.

Strings of thoughts were scattered as the huge door barred, the sound of the orchestra embracing me along with enormous flashes going on and off. Lacing my arms with my brother, I walked down the aisle cheeks rose in pink.

Blinded up with lights and camera and binded up chains of life didn't halt me from appreciating the ambient, pastel flowers blooming in every corner, stainless curtains flowing like streams glinted in the moonlight, the paintings of the Gospels lit by sun rays through the tinted windows.

At last, my eyes meet two dark intimidating orbs, seeping in all the sunshine, coating the irises in liquid gold. I felt clad under those eyes for they have bored through my calm exterior, and he knew it was calm before the storm.

There he is, my soon to be husband, Park Jimin.

This is the first time I'm seeing him in real life. All those posters and pictures in the magazine yet nothing portrayed the justice of the beauty in front of my eyes. His eyes were like the sea, depths unknown and determined. Nose delicate and straight, lips plumpy and full adored with a smile which I would address as a mischievous one. The black suit lined his figure piously, tailored with at most perfection and hair combed back elegantly with a twirl fluttering against his forehead.

They say danger hides in beauty

My legs stalled for a whole second with my heart crashing against my ribcage.

So does beauty in danger

And I believe in it.

My steps were restored once again, a few steps later and yoongi let my hand fall into my fiance's. I lifted myself onto the alter.

The ceremony began and my eyes stagnant at my gown pooling against my feet as I enchanted those words at the back of my head,

The fall of Park Jimin is the key to your freedom.

And in a blur, the most dreaded moment began,

"Do you Park Jimin take Min Y/n as your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do", his voice slid like woven silk, staring at me like a predator at its prey.

"Do you Min Y/n take Park Jimin as your lawfully wedded husband?"

All the memories of strive gushed down like a film till this moment where it is actually beginning. And until this moment I never knew how two little simple words would twist my life,

"I do", I breathed.

"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride"

A loud cheer broke out as his lips pillowed against mine, one word, cold, inside and out.

As we were a breath away from leaning apart, he whispered,

"I am gonna make you wish you never got married."

"Oh believe me I already do"

Now the question is; Are you ready to embark on this journey with us?

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