Vmin/Jikook AU "I Choose You"

14) D-Day

It's D-day. The wedding day unfolded like a carefully orchestrated symphony, with every note resonating through the air, carrying emotions both joyous and bittersweet. Jimin, adorned in a resplendent white tuxedo, stood at the altar, a vision of ethereal beauty. The venue was adorned with flowers, and the air was filled with a delicate fragrance that seemed to encapsulate the essence of the moment.

"Mama! Mama, look, am I pretty?!" Talli's innocent voice cut through the anticipation, drawing everyone's attention. She twirled in her little princess gown, radiating pure joy. Jimin couldn't help but giggle, captivated by the adorable sight. "You're beautiful, sweetheart," he replied, the warmth of pride evident in his eyes.

"Just like Mama," Talli beamed, her words echoing through the room, eliciting coos and smiles from the gathered guests. It was a moment of pure, unfiltered happiness, a snapshot of familial love and the promise of a new beginning. A gentle tap on Jimin's shoulder interrupted the enchanting scene. He turned, expecting to see a well-wisher, but the sight that greeted him was unexpected. It was his father, wearing a soft smile, one arm enveloping Jimin's shoulder. "Jimin, you look beautiful indeed," he whispered, the words carrying both admiration and a subtle hint of sorrow.

The ceremony is about to start, vows would be exchange and promises will make in a few minutes, yet an unspoken weight lingered in the air—a poignant undercurrent beneath the veneer of celebration. The guests, unaware of the hidden complexities, reveled in the joy of the occasion. Jimin knew this wasn't the time of hesitation or doubts,but his chest somehow feels heavy. It's not that he's jinxing anything rn tho.
Minutes passed,and then Taehyung, with a loving gaze, held Jimin's hands, fingers intertwined in a symbolic union, they're now standing side by side in front of the priest.

The ceremony begun, a subtle unease settled in Jimin's heart. He stole glances at Taehyung, noticing moments of quiet introspection that lingered in his lover's eyes. A sense of foreboding cast a shadow over the happiness, and Jimin found himself grappling with an unspoken fear. Something's feels wrong.

As Jimin gazed into Taehyung's eyes, there was an unspoken understanding—an acknowledgment of the challenges they had overcome to reach this moment. Their hands intertwined, and vows of eternal love were exchanged, each word carrying the weight of shared struggles and dreams. However, as the priest is about to begin declaring  them partners for life, an unexpected tremor disrupted the harmonious rhythm of the ceremony. A collective gasp swept through the audience as Taehyung's legs seemed to give way beneath him. His eyes widened in alarm, a flicker of vulnerability replacing the earlier sparkle. Jimin's heart skipped a beat as he watched Taehyung falter, his grip on Jimin's hands weakening. Time seemed to slow, and a haunting silence descended upon the venue—a stark contrast to the joyous celebration just moments before.

Chaos ensued as the celebration transformed into a scene of frantic concern. The priest, wide-eyed, stepped back, giving way to the urgency that gripped the room. Jimin, paralyzed with fear, knelt beside Taehyung, frantically calling his name, the echoes of his pleas bouncing off the walls. Paramedics were swiftly summoned, weaving their way through the stunned guests. The once jubilant atmosphere now echoed with the shrill wails of sirens—an ominous symphony underscoring the fragility of life.

As they laid Taehyung on a stretcher, Jimin's trembling hands reached out to touch his face. The man he had just pledged his forever to was now a portrait of vulnerability, unconscious and fragile. Tears blurred Jimin's vision as he clung to the hope that this was a cruel interlude, a nightmare from which they would soon awaken. The guests, once caught in the euphoria of the ceremony, watched in a somber daze as the ambulance doors closed, carrying with them the dreams of a joyous union. The once-celebratory hall now echoed with the haunting silence of an unforeseen tragedy.

Jimin, torn between the vows of commitment and the stark reality of uncertainty, stood alone. The bouquet lay abandoned on the altar, a symbol of dreams disrupted. His heart shattered into a thousand pieces, and as the ambulance disappeared into the night, he clung to the hope that Taehyung's collapse was a cruel twist—a momentary lapse that fate would soon rectify.

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Jungkook's world had crumbled in the quiet shadows of his solitude. Seated in a dimly lit room, the air hung heavy with the weight of his own desolation. His mother's tentative words, spoken with a mixture of caution and empathy, pierced through the silence like a subtle lament.

"What did you say, Mom?" Jungkook asked, his voice carrying a vulnerability he hadn't intended to reveal. The words echoed, hanging in the air, awaiting a response that would either mend or deepen the fractures in his heart.

"I-I just heard that it's Jimin's wedding day tonight," his mother confessed, her gaze hesitant, her heart aware of the fragility of the truth she had just unraveled. She navigated the conversation with a careful touch, knowing the depth of wounds that lingered beneath the surface.

Jungkook's expression remained stoic, a mask concealing the tempest of emotions that raged within. He absorbed the revelation like an unexpected blow, the very mention of Jimin's name conjuring memories and regrets that he had tried so desperately to bury. A mixture of disbelief and resignation flickered across Jungkook's face. Of course, he was aware of this day—it had loomed over him like a dark cloud, casting shadows that refused to dissipate. The urge to intervene, to storm into the wedding and declare his feelings, resonated within him like a rebellious heartbeat. Yet, he restrained himself, recognizing the futility of disrupting a ceremony meant to seal a future that no longer included him.

"Everything ended between us, so what's the point of stopping things from happening?" he mused aloud, the words a bitter acknowledgment of the irreversible choices that had led them to this juncture. It was a battle between the echoes of what once was and the stark reality of what now is. His mother, her eyes revealing the empathy she felt for her son, hesitated before speaking. "Sometimes, my love, knowing doesn't make it hurt any less. But you're strong, Jungkook. You've weathered storms, and you'll weather this one too."

As if summoned by the mention of storms, rain began to tap gently against the windowpane, mirroring the melancholy that enveloped Jungkook's soul. He sat in silence, a tempest of emotions raging within him, as the heavens wept in sync with the ache in his heart.

The rain outside intensified, a torrential downpour that mirrored the cascade of emotions within Jungkook's soul. In the midst of this tempest, he grappled with a choice—to remain a silent observer or to navigate the stormy seas of his own heart, seeking a closure that seemed ever elusive. As the hours unfolded, intertwined destinies played out in parallel. One man, seated in solitude, confronted the ghosts of the past, while another faced an uncertain future, bound by vows that now echoed with a haunting uncertainty. And in the delicate dance of fate, Jungkook's path seemed poised to intersect with the unfolding tragedy, a convergence that held the promise of both heartbreak and, perhaps, a flicker of solace amidst the storm.