I pull at the collar of my shirt, feeling as if I'm being strangled by it. "I hate this thing," I whine to Namjoon, who stands in front of a full-length mirror, adjusting his black bow-tie.

"Two hours, Yoongi. I'm asking you to wear it for two hours," he grumbles, pulling at his already perfectly-styled hair. He turns to me, throwing his hands up in frustration. "I feel like this all looks completely wrong." He pouts, once again fidgeting with his tie.

I approach him, pulling his hands down to his side and holding them there. Craning my neck back, I capture his eyes with my own. "You look fine, Namjoon. Don't even worry about it." I pat him on the back, smiling. "Everyone's going to be looking at Jin anyway," I tease.

Thankfully he laughs, easing a bit of the tension I feel. I want this all to be perfect, Namjoon and Jin deserve that much. After all, it's not everyday that your best friends get married. Namjoon turns from me, giving himself a last look-over in the mirror. Taking a deep breath, he turns from his reflection. "Okay," he says, determination settling in his eyes. "I'm ready."

I nod, moving to open the door for him as he steps out. I grab his shoulders, giving him a final stare down. "You can do this." He grins at me, his dimples on display for everyone around us.

"Of course I can," he says, lowering my hands from his shoulders. "I was born to marry this man." And with that he turns, strolling down the hallway. Chuckling, I follow after him. Namjoon takes the steps two at a time, his long legs quickly swallowing the distance between him and the doorway.

I see the sunlight filtering through the doorway, a groan building in my chest. "Why did you have to choose an outdoor wedding?" I pout, already knowing that I'm going to die of heat stroke in this stupid suit.

Namjoon just shrugs, not even bothering to look back at me. "Because I like nature," he calls over his shoulder. "You could use the sun anyway." He laughs, my eyes narrowing.

"Ha ha ha," I sneer, scrunching up my nose. "You'll see, Namjoon." I wag my finger at his back menacingly. "You make fun of my pale skin, but karma will get you. And all your kids will be super pale!" I hear him laugh as he makes his way out the door, the sunlight shining down on him like it knows that he deserves the spotlight.

I pause at the door, watching as Namjoon walks down to aisle to assume his place at the altar, smiling and greeting his guests as he walks passed them. Turning, his eyes meet mine, a smile lighting up his face.

The grass behind him starts to color itself in, the gray becoming a swaying sea of green. A smile tugs at my lips at what those colors mean. Turning, I watch as Jimin and Jin round the corner, the former's eyes lighting as as he sees me standing there. He rushes towards me, leaving Jin to roll his eyes as Jimin jumps at me, my arms wrapping around him as his legs secure around my waist.

"I'm sorry," he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I seem to have mistaken you for my date."

"What a shame," I drawl, playing along. "I'm also here with a date."

"Oh yeah?" His eyelids droop, his head nearing my own. "What a lucky guy he is."

"Mmm," I hum, our breath mingling. "I think I'm the lucky one." My lips brush against his with every word, sending waves of longing through me.

Jimin presses his lips against mine in a kiss that starts off slow but quickly switches gears as his legs squeeze tighter around me, driving me insane. For a few seconds we're lost, only aware of one another. Until Jin clears his throat, bringing reality crashing down on us.

Jimin pulls back from me, his cheeks blazing and chest heaving. Slowly, I lower him to the ground, grabbing his hand to keep him by my side. Finally tearing my eyes away from my boyfriend, I look to Jin, who taps his foot, disapproval clear in his eyes. I smile at his sheepishly, unable to fully regret what just happened.

Walking over, but still out of the doorway, Jin taps Jimin and I on the head. "Is this really the time to be doing that?" he asks, planting his hands on his hips.

Bringing my free hand up to my chin, I pause for a moment, looking deep in thought. Jimin giggles beside me, the sound causing my heart to skip a beat. Snapping my fingers, I point to Jin. "I'm guessing yes?" Jimin loses it, throwing his head back as he laughs. Unable to hold back, I do the same and pretty soon we're draped over each other, unable to stop laughing.

Jin pouts, but I can see the amusement behind the look as he watches us. "It's my wedding, and you guys are hogging all the fun," he whines. Untangling myself from Jimin, I wipe the wetness from my eyes. I pat Jin on the arm.

"You're right, Jin. This is your day." Behind us, soft music starts to play, signalling that it was Jimin and I's turn to enter. I smile at Jin, who beams back at me. "Now it's time to get started." I wind my arm through Jimin's, smiling as I look down at him. The pink and black suit he's wearing does wonders for his figure, tailored to fit him snug in all the right places. I almost feel bad for Namjoon and Jin because, looking this good, Jimin was likely to steal the whole show.

Jimin gives me a small smile and I start the slow march down the aisle, concentrating on keeping my steps in time with the beat. Jimin keeps up effortlessly, his steps matching my own. We approach Namjoon, who stares passed us to the door, his eyes filled with anticipation. I release Jimin, moving to take my place by Namjoon as Jimin goes to stand by Jin's empty space. I look out at the crowd, catching sight of Taehyung and Jungkook as they whisper to one another, their heads bent close. I smile at the sight of the couple, happy to see that even now, a year after their announcement, they were just as happy together.

My eyes make their way to Jimin, but freeze and move to the door as everyone stands, Jin coming into view as the wedding march starts to play. I hear Namjoon gasp beside me, my gaze moving to my friend. Happiness fills me as I see that he's absolutely glowing as he watches Jin take his first step, his smile growing wider with each stride that Jin takes towards us. Slowly but surely, Jin makes his way to the front, taking Namjoon's hand in his as he takes his spot by Jimin. Everyone takes their seats, and the ceremony begins.


"What are you doing over here?" Jimin asks me quietly, coming to join me in hiding behind a plant. I shush him, motioning to the party around us.

"I'm hiding from Namjoon and Jin," I inform him, hunkering farther down behind the plant.

Jimin giggles but sinks down beside me anyway. "Why?"

"Because they've got it in their heads that I have to do some stupid speech." I roll my eyes, grabbing Jimin's hand.

"Well you are the best man," he points out. He gives my hand a gentle squeeze, my heart doing flips.

"I know, I know. But that doesn't mean that I want to get up there in front of everybody." I groan, leaning my head on the wall behind me. "I'm not good at the whole "expressing your feelings" thing."

"Oh man, don't I know that," he chuckles, giving me a small smile. I stick my tongue out at him, sending him into a fit of giggles. I press a quick kiss to his lips, the chuckles dying off. "What was that for?" Jimin asks, his cheeks red.

"I was worried that your chuckling would let them know where we are," I lie, shrugging my shoulders.

Jimin pouts dramatically, making a show of puffing out his cheeks. "And here I thought you just wanted to kiss me," he mumbles sadly.

I pull him up from the floor, pulling him into my arms. "Of course I do, but sadly I don't think Namjoon and Jin would take kindly to us making out behind their wedding decorations." A smile stretches across his face, his cheeks reddening. I reach out, stroking his cheek with my thumb as I admire the shade. I've always loved the color red, ever since the first time I saw it grace Jimin's plump cheeks.

I manage to, somehow, tear my gaze from Jimin. I peek around the plant, scoping out the room's occupants. Seeing that Namjoon and Jin are busy with other guests, I pull on Jimin's arm. "Come on," I whisper, pulling him out from behind the plant. Jimin follows my lead, tiptoeing across the marble floor until we come to the door.

"Where are we going?" he asks, giddy at the idea of an adventure.

"We're going out," I inform him, poking my head through the door to see that it's clear. Seeing no one around, I slip out, pulling Jimin through behind me. Deeming us a safe distance from the party, I straighten, running down the hall. Jimin laughs behind me, the sound echoing around the hallway as we run, the white walls passing by us in a blur.

We approach the front door of the banquet hall and I slow to a walk, Jimin falling into step beside me. I take a deep breath, steadying myself, and open the front door. Jimin gasps, his eyes frozen on the scene in front of us. Rose petals litter the ground, forming a makeshift walkway to a willow tree, small lanterns hanging from it's branches.

"Wow," Jimin breathes, the sound barely reaching me. "I can't believe Namjoon did all this or Jin." I say nothing, just following along behind him as he strolls down the walkway, the smell of roses wafting up to us. I watch as he bends down, grabbing a handful of the petals. He turns, throwing them at me before racing the rest of the way down the aisle, his laughter following behind him. He stands there, watching as I approach him, my face impassive.

If only he knew how messed up I am on the inside.

Jimin smiles, reaching out to me. And in this moment, he looks so beautiful that I can't believe he's mine. The lanterns shine around him, their orange-tinted light casting shadows the dance playfully around him, his hair darkening as they play over it. His eyes, trained on me as I approach, shine with the reflection of the lights around us.

I grab his hand, pulling him to me. My arms wrap around his waist, resting on the small of his back as I put my forehead to his. Jimin's arms wrap around me, holding me close. I close my eyes, twirling us in a small circle, dancing to music that only the two of us can hear. Jimin giggles, his breath washing over me.

"Yoongi," Jimin whispers. I open my eyes, my heart skips as I see that he was already staring.

"What?"

Jimin smiles shyly. "Nothing," he says. He pulls away, breaking out of my arms. He throws his arms out to the side, his face turned to the sky as he spins in a circle. I watch him in awe, wondering how I ever could've gotten so lucky. Facing away from me, Jimin stops and I know now is the moment.

Taking a deep breath, I reach into my pocket, my fist closing around a small box. Quietly, I drop to one knee, my eyes trained on Jimin's back as I wait for him face me again. He pivots towards me. "Hey Yoongi I-" His eyes drop to me, taking in my pose, before flashing to the box in my hand. "Oh-Oh my god," he whispers, his hands coming up to cover his mouth.

"Park Jimin," I say, swallowing a bit to steady my nerves. "For the past year, you have made me question a lot of things. How can someone be so loveable but so infuriating at the same time? How did I manage to live before you came along? How could I have been such a coward to run from you, from us?" Jimin watches me, tears building in his eyes and his hands shaking. "The night I first met you, I knew you were my soulmate. But I didn't say anything. And then later when you asked me if I wanted to date you, I ran. And even after you learned the truth, you stuck around. But I pushed you away, again and again." I take a deep breath, guilt washing through me at how horrible I had been to him. Tears sting my eyes, but I fight to keep them at bay. This was no time for crying. "I don't want to do that anymore, Jimin. I don't want to run from you, and I don't want you to feel like you have to run from me. So right here, under the same sky that you let me see for the first time, I would like to ask you-" I grab the box, flipping the lid open. Jimin's eyes drop to the ring, his tears finally breaking free as they track down his cheeks. "Will you marry me, Jimin?"

For a moment, the world around us freezes, my heart thundering as I wait for him to answer me. He takes in a shuddering breath, finally dropping his hands from his face, a grin spread across his tear-stained cheeks. "Of course, Yoongi," he says, nodding his head.

My tears break free of the hold I had on them, running down my cheeks as I stand. I grab Jimin's hand, slipping the thin, silver band onto his finger. I lift his hand, kissing the ring as it finally sits where it belongs. I look up, Jimin's radiant smile matching my own. He launches himself at me, but this time I'm unprepared and we tumble to the ground in a heap of limbs.

Jimin lays on top of me, small giggles escaping him. I look at him, my fiance, and my heart swells. I close my eyes, my head dropping to rest on the ground under us. I think of how we got here, from the awkward first meeting, to the fights, and here we are now: laying in a field at Namjoon's wedding, engaged and happy. I open my eyes, staring up passed the tree branches to the sky beyond. And really only one word can convey how I feel at this exact moment.

"Wow."