[AU 📖] Taetae's Diary – Extra Scene

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Extra scene, focusing on Taekook and Namjin. 

tags: there's a bit of smut🔞, angst and fluff.

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Jin

I’m not really a heavy drinker, but it’s cold and I need something that helps me get by for the next two hours.

Namjoon texted me earlier saying a few of his friends from college decided to go out to drink after class and told me to meet them. I take a deep breath before entering the bar, observing them from a distance. It’s not that I don’t like them. They’re fine, I guess. Joon is the type of guy who makes friends everywhere he goes. He’s a charmer. I mean, he’s got the cutest dimples, how could anyone resist that? I didn’t. But the thing is, I’m not really like him. I don’t have that many friends, and it’s hard for me to be comfortable around people that are trying too hard to win my sympathy. It doesn’t feel natural, and I don’t feel like myself. His friends don’t know I’m ace, which is whatever. I try to think being asexual is just part of who I am, that it’s not something that people need to know, but at the same time I can’t leave it aside. It’s not their fault. I choose to keep it to myself, because most people just don’t understand what it means, and to be honest I’m kind of tired of answering questions about sex. Do I have sex with my boyfriend? Do I enjoy it? Does he? It’s exhaustive, because being ace it’s not only about having sex or not.

“Hey, everyone,” I say, waving at the table.

“Hey you,” Joon smiles, making space for the seat he saved for me. We don’t usually kiss in public, but he puts his arm around my chair when I sit. It’s not the same thing, but it makes me feel like I’m his. Like no matter where we are, he’s protecting me.

That’s who Namjoon is, the greatest, most caring person I’ve ever met. And I kind of hate him sometimes for being so perfect all the time, because it reminds me how I am not.

The night is going well. We eat, we drink and I even find myself laughing one time or two. I feel so at ease, it’s probably the alcohol. I place my hand on Joon’s knee and squeeze it. He shots me a killing smile. God, he is so beautiful, how am I still alive?

There’s a girl who keeps looking at me. She makes an awkward comment about how sexy my shoulders are and congratulates Joon for it. She tells me to take off my jacket. Everyone at the table laughs at it. Apparently, it’s hilarious to make gay people uncomfortable when you’re a straight girl. I feel obliged to laugh too, even though it’s not really funny. I take a sip of my beer and hope they change the focus back to someone else. They do. But, somehow, it gets even worse.

Jackson Wang starts talking about his relationship. Or about how it ended when his girlfriend caught him cheating.

“Two months without sex, what else was I supposed to do?” he shrugs, like cheating was the only reasonable choice. “Every time I tried to do more than kissing, she would push me and say she wasn’t in the mood. I mean, what the fuck, right? What’s the point in having a girlfriend if she won’t let me fuck her?”

I know it has nothing to do with me, but it feels like a punch in the stomach. Joon and I have gone longer breaks without any sexual interaction. I look at him, trying to find any clues of what he’s thinking right now. He doesn’t seem to notice my discomfort, and at this point I don’t know if I just got too good at hiding or if he got even better at pretending. He makes no comments about the sex or the cheating, and everyone else just agrees. The girlfriend asked for it.

Am I asking for it too?

We’re quiet on our way home. Joon holds my hand when we’re in the Uber and I lay my head on the window. It’s raining and foggy outside. He helps me out and we run to the entry of our building. He smiles at me when we’re looking at each other in the elevator, but I don’t feel like smiling back. I just stand there, staring at him. He knows something isn’t right, but he doesn’t ask me about it. I think he’s tired.

Namjoon takes off his shoes and his coat and falls on the couch, picking up his phone.

“Did you have fun tonight?” I ask.

“It was fine. Did you?”

“Oh, yeah. Especially the part where Jackson told us he cheated on his girlfriend for lack of sex,” I laugh. “Two months without fucking, can you even imagine what that’s like?”

Namjoon sighs, looking away from his phone to face me.

“Well, he’s an asshole.”

“He’s a guy.”

“We’re guys. He’s an asshole.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I would never do that,” he says. “In case that’s what you’re wondering.”

I sit next to him, crossing my legs. Joon looks at me, like he’s expecting me to say something, but I don’t really know what to say. I’m not sure if I deserve him. I wonder if he’s still with me because he actually likes me, or if it’s just to prove a point. Because he has to. I wonder if it’s natural or if he has been trying too hard all this time.

“Did you ever thought about it?” I ask. “Be honest.”

“Did I ever thought about what, Jin? Cheating on you? I can’t believe you’re letting Jackson Wang get into your head.”

“This is not about him.”

“And what is this about?”

“You. I want you to be honest with me.”

“When did I ever lie to you?”

“Come on,” I muffle a laugh. “You’re gonna tell me it never crossed your mind? Not even once? That you never saw a man or a woman and felt sexually attracted?”

“Have you looked at yourself?” he says.

“Yeah. And most of the time that’s all you do, too. Looking.”

“You know, that’s really unfair. We’ve been together for nearly 4 years.”

“That’s exactly my point. Aren’t you tired?”

Joon squints and observes me quietly for a second.

“Are you tired? Is that it?”

The question bounces back and leaves me stunned. I hold my breath. By the look on his face, it seems my silence hurts more than any word I could say, and I feel my throat dry. I shake my head no.

“I just… Sometimes I feel guilty, because I don’t give you enough. And I know, I know that’s not on you. But I wonder what it would be like if we were with people more like us. I think we should think about it, you know? Maybe take a break.”

“Okay,” he breathes in heavily, raising his hands. “This is escalating really fast, why are you suddenly talking about breaking up?”

“It’s not breaking up, I said taking a break to think about it.”

“I think we had too much to drink and we should continue this conversation tomorrow.”

“I’m not drunk, Joon.”

“I am,” he says. “Can we just go to bed and talk about it tomorrow?”

“Yeah, okay,” I respond, my vision all blurry.

Joon nods, standing up. He picks up his phone and walks to our bedroom without saying anything else.

I remain on the couch as I watch him go.

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Jungkook

It’s been four years since we met today and I want to surprise him.

Taehyung is asleep beside me. His head lies on my arm, and I could spend all day in bed if it meant not disturbing his dreams. I feel like such a teenager. Such a fool. They say the feeling settles within time. You’re not gonna be this much in love forever, it’s a first love thing. Four years later, the only thing that’s settled it’s the certain that I’m going to keep loving him more and more each passing hour.

He dyed his hair golden brown again. It shines so bright when the sun touches it, and it looks so beautiful, he doesn’t even seem real. I kiss him softly – it’s not a real kiss, I just like the feeling of brushing our lips like this. I know he won’t wake up, Tae is such a heavy sleeper. He’s back on his meds, perhaps it has something to do with it. He still has bad days, but not as much as when we were younger, I guess. He doesn’t really like talking about it with me. And I don’t ask him about it either, I just make myself present. He knows I’m here, and that I’m not going anywhere. A life without my reason to live is not something I look forward to.

“Stop staring,” he murmurs, one eye open. “You’re such a creep.”

I smile. He does too. And then I kiss him for good.

“My breath stinks,” Tae hides his face in the crook of my neck.

“Your breath smells like roses,” I laugh. “Come here.”

I cup his face and stare at him for a second. Taehyung leaves a soft kiss on top of my nose and says he loves me. It’s voiceless, but not really a whisper. I say it back, silently. I love him like I hold in me the power of the open sea during a storm.

And love him with the peace of a waveless ocean.

We get off bed and take a shower together. We kiss some more, and I let him tease me. Not that Taehyung needs permission. He drops the soap and bends down to pick it up, rubbing his ass on my crotch in the process. I’d get hard if I didn’t already have a boner. He’s got such a beautiful body, it drives me insane. When he gets up, I press him against the glass.

“Do you mind helping me get cleaned up?” he asks.

“It depends on how dirty you are,” I say, brushing my lips to his ear.

“I’m so dirty, I could use a hand,” he gives a short laugh, and I can see him biting his bottom lip as he rolls his round ass against my cock.

I take the soap and rub my hand on his hard-on, slowly. Tae’s dick is so big and thick, my own dick throbs just to feel the veins on his skin until I reach his glans. His pinky juice glans.

“Am I doing it right?” I ask, moving my hand up and down. He bends his head on my shoulder and bites my chin, panting.

“Yeah, but I’m so dirty, Kookie, you need both hands.”

Taehyung spreads his legs, pushing his ass slightly up, and I slide my other hand down his inner thighs, massaging his balls while I jerk him off.  He moans and whimpers, grabbing my butt from behind as he pulls me closer.

“Fuck, you’re so hot. I feel like I can cum just to touch you,” I whisper, my throat dry.

“Cum inside me,” he asks. He begs. Tae wiggles around my dick again.

“I won’t hold it for long, babe,” I warn him.

“I don’t care, just fuck me.”

I leave a kiss on his nape and I notice the chills on his skin. He looks so good right now, naked and vulnerable, offering me everything he has. Everything he is. Taehyung is so free in his own frailty that it causes an Armaggedon in my chest. I run one hand down his spine and touch his ass lightly, admiring his curves before I tease his hole with the tip of my finger, just because I love the feeling of touching him that way. Just because I know he loves it when I do it. He opens his mouths and moans a bit louder this time, and his whole body gives in. I rub my dripping glans up and down the slit on his ass and begin to push it in slowly. He’s so tight, it’s pleasantly painful to fuck him like that. I let go of his dick and hold his hip in both hands, thrusting my cock all the way in. Taehyung whimpers lots of fuck while calling me baby and I wonder if he knows how fucking sexy he sounds. I hug him by the waist and slightly bend my knees, getting my dick in fast and deep, repeatedly. I hold as much as I can, but I’ve got a hard-on since we were kissing in bed. It’s so easy to lose control with him when I’m topping. He’s such a loud bottom.

I bite hard the skin on his neck when I finally come inside him, pushing all my body onto his and pressing him against the box. He starts masturbating faster and it takes him a few more seconds to come on his own hand. Tae rests his forehead on the glass, catching on his breath. I kiss his shoulders and I turn him to me, licking every drop of cum on his hand.

“There you go,” I whisper, taking his hair off his face. “All cleaned up.”

He offers me a sheepish smile. It’s crazy how he can go from sexy to shy so instantly. And I don’t know which version of Taehyung I’m more in love with.

Probably all of them, who am I trying to fool?

“It’s a little too big, isn’t it?” he murmurs.

“What, your dick?” I say and he cracks.

“You’re such an idiot.”

We’re dressing each other – that’s a thing we do sometimes. I’m making him wear my purple hoodie today.

“It makes you look cute,” I say.

“So I’m not cute enough in my own clothes?” he pouts.

I pull him to a hug and hold him tight.

“I like to have my smell on you,” I say. “It delivers a message.”

Taehyung laughs, trying to get rid of my arms.

“What message?”

“You know. That you belong to me.”

I loosen the grip and he holds my wrists, pushing me until I fall on the bed with him on top of me, with his legs between mine. I force my hip up just to rub myself on him. Fuck, it’s like I can never get enough of him. He cups my face and stares into my eyes, brushing his thumb on my lips. I suck it slowly, crossing my legs around his waist. Tae’s breath gets heavier as he looks at my mouth.

“We’re gonna be late,” he whispers.

“I don’t care, just fuck me,” I repeat, just like he said in the shower minutes ago. He huffs a smile, dragging his teeth across my jawline.

“You’re impossible to satisfy, did you know that?”

“I can’t get enough of you.”

Taehyung kisses me. I try to take his clothes off again, but he doesn’t let me.

“I can’t be late today, babe.”

“Later?” I ask, keeping him on my grip.

“Later.”

I let out a long sigh, stretching my legs on the mattress. Taehyung kisses my nose before standing up. He puts on one of his pants and shoes, and I stay in bed, watching him.

★

It’s almost 17:00 when my last class is over. I run to the Journalism Faculty building to pick up Taehyung, but he won’t be off for the next 50 minutes. I wait in the courtyard, passing the time looking at wedding pictures. Not that I plan on getting married or anything. Hobi has sent us several photos of the place where he’s going to marry on the weekend, and it really looks beautiful. Even though it’s just a ceremony for family and close friends, since gay weddings are illegal in our country, it feels so exciting.

I never thought of marriage or spending the rest of my life with another person, but I can’t stop thinking about Taehyung in a wedding suit. We tried our groomsmen suits a few weeks ago, with the guys, and he looked amazing.

At 17:45, I get up and hide behind the stairs next to his classroom. I didn’t tell him I was coming, it’s supposed to be a surprise. It takes him a while to leave, and when I finally see him, he’s with some of his friends. There’s a guy with one arm around his shoulders. It’s Park Hyung-sik. I take one step forward and then I freeze, when the boy hugs my boyfriend from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. I can’t see their faces, but Tae doesn’t seem bothered. He doesn’t try to get out of it. I wonder if that’s something they do when I’m not around, and if he enjoys it.

I stay behind the stairs, hidden, and I pick my phone to call him. I don’t know why. He looks at the screen and then puts his phone back in his pocket. I feel like I’m being stabbed in the back. Why would he ignore my call? Hyung-sik finally releases him from the hug and they say goodbye. He leaves the building, all by himself. I can’t make myself go after Taehyung.

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Taehyung

“Hey, you’re here,” I say the minute Jungkook arrives. “We were waiting for you to start.”

Yoongi, Jimin and I ordered a sushi boat for dinner.

“I’m not hungry,” he mutters. “You go ahead.”

Kook walks to his room and closes the door. We look at each other, confused.

“What the fuck?” Jimin whispers. “What's got into him?”

“I don’t know,” I say. “You guys can start. I’ll check on him.”

I knock on the door before turning the knob. He doesn’t say anything, so I stick my head inside. He’s on his bed, in the dark.

“Can I come in?” I ask. He doesn’t respond. I come in any way.

Jungkook has his phone in his hand and doesn’t look at me. I feel my chest tighten. He seems angry.

“Are you okay?” I sit on the edge of the bed, a bit awkward. “What happened?”

He stays quiet and keeps his eyes on the phone.

“Jungkook?” I touch his arm. He blinks a few times until he finally looks at me. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t feel like talking,” he says. “Can you just leave me alone?”

“I just wanna know what happened,” I insist. “Can you tell me what happened?”

My heart is beating fast in the worst way possible, and I think he notices I’m getting anxious.

“I called you today,” he says.

“Are you mad because I didn’t pick up your call? Baby, come on,” I give a weak laugh, cupping his face. “I was in class.”

He holds my hands and pushes me away.

“Studying what, Park Hyung-sik’s body heat?”

I frown at him, confused. Jungkook moves away from me.

“What are you talking about?”

“I meant to surprise you today. I was waiting for you after class,” he says. “I saw it when you let him hug you and when you chose to ignore my call. I don’t understand why you’re lying to me now.”

“I’m not lying, I had literally just left my classroom, Kook,” I say. “And I knew they were going to tease me if I picked it up. They tease me all the time, you know that. And it was just a hug, Hyung-sik didn’t mean anything by that.”

“If you say so.”

“Hey, Kookie, come on. Don’t be mad,” I groan, trying to hold his face again. I brush our lips softly, and he closes his eyes. “Let's finish what we started this morning, yeah?”

“I’m really not in the mood, Tae.”

“Okay,” I agree. “We can just stay in bed talking, if you like.”

“Actually, can you go? I’m tired and I wanna rest for tomorrow.”

I hold my breath, feeling my eyes burn with the urge to cry.

“You’re not sleeping with me?”

“Not tonight,” he mutters.

I leave Jungkook in his bedroom and go to mine without saying anything to Jimin and Yoongi. I lost the appetite. I lay in my bed and curl up, breathing slowly to keep myself from crying. I know it’s my fault. How could I be so stupid? We’ve had fights before, but this is the first time we’re going to sleep in different beds since the four of us started living together. It’s the first time he asks me to leave him alone.

I check my phone and there are 37 messages from the Wooga Squad. I read all of them, but I don’t respond. I’ve been doing pretty well in the friends department since I started going to college, and Jungkook should know I have absolutely zero interest in Hyung-sik. Or any other guy. The fact that I’m the youngest among them makes it a bit hard for me to expose myself in other ways in their presence. I want them to take me seriously, not to think that I’m soft and foolish, which is exactly how I look whenever Kook is around.

Because it’s impossible not to look like an idiot when he says things like the only reason why I haven’t given you the sun yet is because you destroyed it when you stole all its light.

I’m too anguished to fall asleep.

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Jungkook

I wake up with a soft knock on my door. I’m still in my clothes, the same way as Tae left me. He comes in, wearing his pajamas, and I turn on the lamp on my bedside table.

“I can’t sleep,” he sniffs, holding his pillow. I know he was crying. I’m still upset, but I let him lay down next to me.

He hands me his phone. It’s unlocked, with Hyung-sik’s chat open.

“What’s that?” I ask.

“I want you to read it, so you know there’s nothing happening between us.”

“I’m not reading your texts, Tae.”

“I want you to be sure.”

“I’m upset you ignored my call and that you lied about it. I don’t want to invade your privacy.”

He stares at me in silence for a moment. I don’t shy away when he caresses my face and runs his long fingers through my hair.

“I’m sorry. I was embarrassed of how I sound when I talk to you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I sound like a cheesy boyfriend. They already tease so much me because of you.”

“So what? The guys have always picked on me and I never ignored my boyfriend because of it.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would be such a big deal. I was coming home to you in just a few minutes. Can I just sleep here?” Tae is pouting and his eyes look swollen. I’m too weak to resist his face. “I can’t sleep away from you anymore.”

“That’s such a low blow, Tae,” I whisper, giving in.

“I love you,” he says. His voice is hoarse and compelling. “I promise I’ll call you every five minutes when I’m with them. Just so they know how much.”

I roll my eyes, smiling for the first time since I got home tonight.

“You so won’t. And you don’t have to. Just promise me you won’t lie to me anymore. About anything.”

Tae nods, leaving a trail of little kisses around my chin.

“I promise.”

Taehyung falls asleep beside me. His head lies on my chest, and I wonder if I’m going to be in his dreams tonight.

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Namjoon

It’s been a few months since Jin and I broke up. Eight, to be more precise. We haven’t seen each other very much these days. Last time I heard, he was seeing someone. Probably a better fit than me.

I rub my hands on my pants, trying to keep them warm. I wish I wasn’t so nervous. It’s Hobi’s big day, I shouldn’t be making this all about myself. About how much I hate the fact that Jin will be there holding another guy’s hand at the wedding.

Tae arrives with the rest of the boys to pick me up and it feels weird being the single one in the group. I join Yoongi and Jimin on the backseat and they all greet me. Everyone is dressed amazing.

It’s about 16:00 when we arrive, and the ceremony won’t start until 17:00. Tae pats me on the back, squeezing my shoulder before we get in.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Of course, it’s a big day.”

I smile, trying to sound convincing.

“I’ve been doing that way longer than you, I know a fake smile when I see one, you know.”

“I’m happy for Hobi,” I say and it’s the truth. “That’s all that matters today.”

Tae nods. Jungkook holds his arm and I stand behind them. I glance around, discreetly, trying to find Jin. I don’t want to, but it’s stronger than me. The place is amazing. It’s a nice, cozy courtyard, filled with flowers and tables for the guests, and a cute pond on the side. I don’t see him anywhere.

Hobi waves at us, smiling big. Each of us get a hug, and I’ve never seen sim so joyful before. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if he was going to go through with it, when he got engaged and invited the of six of us to be his best men. Getting married? I remember thinking he was just too young for that kind of thing. Seeing how happy he is right now makes all the cells in my body agitate in excitement for him. He deserves it.

“I’m so glad you’re here, guys,” Hobi says, forming a small circle. “It means a lot to me. I couldn’t do this without my best men.”

Jimin closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.

“My makeup. My makeup,” he says, looking up. “Don’t make me cry, the wedding hasn’t even begun yet.”

The rest of us crack a laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

My heart stops for a second when I hear that voice. I lift my head and I see him. Jin puts his arms around Yoongi and Jungkook. He hugs everyone, but hesitates when it’s my turn. I break down inside when all he does is offer me an awkward wave. I hold my breath for a second, freezing a smile on my face. This is harder than I thought.

We don’t talk much. Not the two of us. Since we broke up, we’ve only been in the same room a few times, at Yoongi’s and Hobi’s birthday. He arrived earlier at Jungkook’s and left before I was there. It’s my birthday in two days and I know I won’t get even a text. I understand why, but it hurts all the same.

His new boyfriend isn’t here, but no one talks about it. I hold myself not to ask. The focus is on Hobi as it should. We get ready to cross the altar and Yoongi and Jimin go first, followed by Tae and Jungkook. I don’t know if I love or hate Hobi for keeping the original plan and sending Jin and I together, but we walk down the aisle arm in arm.

The ceremony is beautiful and everyone cries during the vows. I look at my friends, and all the people around us, the energy is great and I think I’m going to explode with so much love. I feel Jin’s hand slide down my arm and hold my hand for a brief moment. I glance at him, but he keeps looking at the couple a few meters away. I can feel my heart beating in every part of my body.

“Hi,” Jin says. I’m sitting alone at our table, drinking and watching everyone else dance.

“Hey.”

“Why aren’t you dancing?”

“You know, I didn’t want to embarrass them with my dancing skills,” I smile, pulling a chair for him.

“Oh, I know,” he smiles too. It’s a bit awkward, but it counts.

He sits beside me, and we stare at the guys in silence for a second.

“You let your hair grow,” I comment. I’m desperate to make conversation.

“I’ve been meaning to cut it, but, you know, there’s so much going on lately,” he says. My heart sinks, because I don’t know. I don’t talk to him, I don’t talk about him. I have all his notifications on mute since I found out he was dating someone.

“I bet,” I say. “New relationship and everything. Why didn’t he come, by the way?”

“He couldn’t make it tonight,” Jin responds.

“Is he ace too?”

“He is,” he says. “I found this support group for asexual and aromantic people. I met him there.”

I agree with my head. I try to smile at him, but I’m not sure if it’s there.

“That’s great,” I force myself to say. “I’m glad everything’s working out. I hope he’s everything you always wanted.”

“Yeah, he’s alright,” he glances at the floor and looks at me. “I mean, he’s no Kim Namjoon.”

I know he’s just trying to be nice, to break the ice. He’s breaking my heart instead.

“And yet you left him.”

Jin bites his bottom lip. He’s staring at me in silence, and I can see his eyes watering. I take a sip of my drink and rub my face. I shouldn’t be saying these things.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “You had your reasons.”

Jin reaches for my hand. He’s not really holding it, it’s more like a soft touch. I swallow dry. He doesn't look into my eyes. He keeps his attention on our hands. I do the same. His long sleeve goes up a little and I can see the rope bracelet I made him during our first trip. He kept it.

“You never took it off,” I mutter.

“I did, once,” he admits. “It felt too real, so I put it back.”

“It feels a lot real to me,” I say. “Especially since– well, you know.”

Jin lifts his face and looks at me.

“What if it was just a dream?” he asks. “Would you want to wake up?”

“What are you saying?”

“I just–” he lowers his eyes again, and this time he holds my hand. “I thought it would be easier to be with someone like me. Turns out it’s really hard being with someone who’s not you.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I saw how happy Hobi is today. Because I think I want that too. Because if you asked me to go back home with you tonight, I would, Joon. In a heartbeat.”

I breathe in all his words, wiping the tears from my face.

“Okay,” I agree with my head. “And then what?”

“And then we figure it out. Together.”

“Alright. We’ll do that,” I say.

I smile at him, this time because I really want to.

“Do you wanna dance?”

“And lose the chance to show them how it’s done? No way,” he stands up, not letting go of me.

When we go to the dance floor, there’s a slow song on. It’s not anything I’ve ever listened to before, but it’s somehow perfect. I hold him in my arms and he does the same. I feel Jin’s breathing on my neck and I close my eyes. This is the kind of dream I would never want to wake up from. He says he’s sorry. I tell him not be.

Minutes later, we’re all dancing together to the sound of some pop hit from the 2000s. The music doesn’t matter, nothing else does. I smile at Tae, so he knows it’s real. We hold each other’s hands, we jump, we laugh. The seven of us. We let go of all our problems, of all the mistakes we made, of all the things that make us sad.

There wasn’t supposed to be a bouquet, but there are two. The grooms throw them at the same time.

Jungkook jumps like his life depends on it and we all laugh. But it works, he gets one. His face is burning when he gives it to Tae. It’s not a proposal, but it’s a promise. They kiss. We group hug them.

We don’t know what the future holds, but I know it will be worth to find out.

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