Two Months Later
"Y/n-ssi, please open your lips," said my makeup artist, who signed me to do it.
I held my lips open, and she applied the fine red lipstick.
After that, I pressed my lips together and moved them against each other.
I opened my lips loosely and looked at myself in the mirror.
I smiled. I like this makeup.
I heard the door opening, and I turned my head toward the doorway.
Another makeup artist was holding my wedding dress's white and cream folds.
I carefully slipped it on and looked in the mirror. It was white satin at the top, crossed over in two folds, and then had many buttons to be done at the back. The satin crisscrossed over my back. The upper body was tight. Because I have a little baby bump, it was covered with intricate florals. Then, my dress flowed out into a whirl of satin and silk.
My black hair fell down my back, and a white flower clip held it in place. It was perfect. I love this look.
"The groom family is about to receive the guest."
In the mirror, my eyes shifted to my makeup artists, who were talking to each other behind me.
I gulped down my saliva. I was nervous. Even though this was my second time getting married, this was my first wedding ceremony.
I lowered my head, and then my eyes were attracted to my baby bump, which hid behind the intricate floral.
I placed my hand on my belly and closed my eyes.
My baby...
I was nervous, but I was excited to marry your dad!
I grinned at my own thought.
"y/n"
My grin immediately disappeared. It was a very familiar voice.
I opened my eyes and turned in the direction of the voice.
My lips parted. It was Namjoon.
He curled up with a smile and walked closer to me.
I looked at him. I wanted to start a conversation, but I didn't know how to.
"It's been a long time," he said.
I smiled back. It was quite an awkward smile because, like he said, "Yeah, it's been a long time," I said.
Then, his eyes scanned my dress, and he looked back at me. "Yahh, you're so beautiful," he said with an expression to hype me up.
He got me laughing, and I nodded my head. "Have I ever not before?" asked me jokingly.
He laughed.
I smiled. Thank God, we're not awkward like I thought.
Then, I saw his eyes looking at something beside me. I followed his eyes and saw that he was looking at my bride's sofa.
"Ah, we should take a photo together, but my cameraman hasn't arrived yet," I said.
He turned his head, looking at me again, and let out a small laugh, scratching the back of his head. "Ah, I came too early."
I heard the door open again.
I saw a man holding a camera.
"I'm sorry, Y/n-ssi. I'm sorry for being late," said the cameraman.
I just curled up with a smile. "You come at the right time," said I. I grabbed Namjoon's arm and pulled him to sit with me on the bride's sofa.
My makeup artist quickly handed me a bouquet of flowers.
"Thank you," I said, holding it on my lap with my two hands.
Namjoon stared at Y/N. He was mesmerized by how pretty she was today.
His heart also eased as he gazed at her smile and the sparkles in her eyes.
"Mis-Mister Namjoon, please look at the camera."
I turned my head toward Namjoon and got him to flinch.
Namjoon quickly turned his head toward the camera. "Oh, yeah, yeah."
The cameraman took a photo of us.
I heard the door open again. This time, I saw Jimin and Jhope.
Jimin caught my eye because he was the member I was closest to when I worked at BigHit.
His eyes were on me, too. Then, he broke eye contact by looking at Namjoon beside me.
"Yah, hyung. You're so early today," said Jimin to Namjoon while walking towards him.
"I just happened to," said Namjoon.
Then Jimin looked at me again. This time, we were closer.
"Yeah, you're so pretty today," he said.
I smiled at him.
"I have a lot to talk to you about. But I know you're busy today. Do you have, like, ten minutes?" asked Jimin to me.
"Say it," said I.
"It's personal," he said.
I walked to the corner of the room, and Jimin followed me from behind.
I turned to him. "What do you have to say?"
He giggled. "It's not really personal. I am just curious. So damn curious," said him.
I could guess what he was trying to ask. "You're not trying to be noisy, right?" I folded my arms.
He laughed. "But I'm serious, y/n. How???"
"How what?" she asked me, pretending not to know.
"You and Taehyung," said he.
I stared into his eyes, and I narrowed my eyes toward him.
"Ah, you know Taehyung didn't say much to me," he said again, waiting for me to say something.
"Thanks to you," said I.
His smile flattened, and he frowned. "Yes?"
"Thanks to you, Park Jimin-ah," I said, patting his shoulder.
"For what?"
"Mmm..."
I looked at him, and I saw him impatiently waiting for my answer.
"Taehyung told me." I paused.
I saw him gulping down his own saliva.
I was laughing internally. What was he nervous about?
"Taehyung-ah... He told me that you introduced him to Nara to get over me," said.
Jimin stuttered for a moment, and then he forced out a laugh. "Yah, he told you that?"
"Um. Well, thanks to you," said I.
He pushed his shoulder against mine slightly. "Yah, you're shading me. Are you angry?"
"Oh? I'm serious. I found myself jealous, and that's how we got back together," said.
"Really?" asked Jimin in disbelief, and his lips curled into a smile again. A proud smile.
I nodded.
"You know. I did another thing too."
"Did what?" I looked at him intensely. I was so curious.
"Do you remember that we met in the mall in Seoul?" asked he, looking at me.
I tried to recall.
"Yah, it was when you pretended not to see me. And I couldn't stop because there were too many people. Do you remember it?"
I could finally remember it, and I nodded. "Yeah, so what?"
"I went to Taehyung to tell him that I saw you there."
"Oh really?" Now it made a little bit of sense that Taehyung knew I was in Seoul at that time.
"And I was the one who told him how to reach you," said Jimin.
I recalled the time I opened my hotel's door, and Taehyung was pushing me inside with him.
So, because of Jimin, he could find me at the exact place.
He scratched the back of his head. "You know, don't be very thankful to me. I am glad you both are together. I love Taehyung like my real brother. And I really like you too. You guys are perfect for each other. God bless you both, amen."
I narrowed my eyes on him.
"Oh, yeah, I sent you a smart fridge too. Have fun.. While you cook later," he said with a smile, and then his eyes fixed on my belly.
"Thanks," I said, and I realized he was looking at my belly.
"Jimin-ah," I called him.
He lifted his head at me. "Well, Taehyung told me about expecting a second child. How many months?"
"Three"
"Oh, and where is Jihoon?"
"With Taehyung's mom"
"Who is the emcee today?" asked Namjoon when he heard the voice from inside the hall.
I was with Namjoon. We're in front of the hall entrance. He's going to walk me down the aisle today.
"Park Seojun. Taehyung didn't tell you?" asked Namjoon.
"Ah, I must forget it," I said, and I lowered my head.
"You are nervous," said him.
I lifted my head at him and forced out a small laugh. Even for that, I felt something stuck in my stomach and my throat.
"Why are you nervous?"
"Um?"
He looked me in the eyes.
He always had a concerned look in his eyes. That looks warm to my heart.
"I'm scared of all the people inside the hall. You know, none of them are my friends. They're all Taehyung's friends. Family and.. I'm just scared if I don't meet their expectations."
"Y/n.. I'm your friend. We're going together. Aren't we still friends?" asked Namjoon.
"Namjoon-ah. I don't mean that. Of course, we are friends. I mean..."
"Yeah, I know." He cut me short, and I looked up at him.
"It's your day. You shouldn't let people's thoughts ruin it. And what do you mean by saying that you're scared if you don't meet their expectations? You shouldn't live up to anyone's expectations. I am sure Taehyung loves you the way you are."
I threw my head down. I wish my mindset was like that. I was still nervous.
"Y/n"
I lifted my head to him again. "Um?"
"Have ever Taehyung told you to change yourself because of other people? Like your makeup? Your outfit? Or your habits? Have him?"
"No"
"Then he loves the way you are. He must be proud of you. Just be yourself," said he, looking forward. He fixed his suit.
I saw his points. What he said really helped bring my nervousness down.
Damn, Namjoon. He was so fucking brilliant.
"It is the bride's time."
The emcee had called me out.
"Omo, it's your time now," said one of my helpers who would be taking care of me today.
I looked at Namjoon, and he offered me his arm.
I held his arm. I looked forward and nodded my head.
My helpers opened the door.
I began to hear people clapping their hands at me.
The set-up here was so beautiful. I had seen the wedding hall decoration before. But now that people are around, it really hits differently.
I curled up to smile.
Then, my eyes fixed on Taehyung, who was waiting in front of me.
My heart skipped a beat; he's so handsome.
Namjoon started walking, and so did I.
I was getting nearer to Taehyung. His handsome face was becoming more apparent. My heart pounded violently.
Taehyung held out his hand at me.
God, I didn't realize that I had already arrived here.
I took his hand, and Namjoon let me go.
Taehyung brought me to face him. He held my waist and said, "Babe, you're always beautiful. But today, your beauty is too much to take," he said.
I giggled shyly.
"It's time for ring exchanges and wedding vows," said the emcee, who smiled at us.
I saw the rings presented on the high table near us.
Taehyung took the ring, and then he held out his hand at me.
I gave him my hand.
He positioned the ring on my finger. Before he put it on, he said, "I give you this ring as a symbol of my everlasting love for you. We will be together endlessly. I promise to love you more than I have ever from now on"
My heart flattered, and he put the ring on me.
Then, it's my turn. I took the ring and looked at him. "Honey, since I have become yours, you have to be mine," I said, and I put it on him.
He giggled at my vow. "That's a good line, babe."
I giggled too. I was glad he liked it.
After the wedding vows, we started watching the performances. We had fun, and we laughed a lot. But, to be honest, my mind belonged to Taehyung all the time.
He was incredibly handsome. I couldn't resist him.
If we were alone now, I swore to God that I would want to hug him tightly and kiss him across his face.
I blinked several times. I just realized I was so stupid.
I dug my nails into my flesh. Ah, I held it in, y/n. He's all yours after this. The wedding ceremony would only last two to three hours.
After the performances, the emcee told us to walk to the center of the stage, which was closer to the guests.
Taehyung offered his hand to me. I took it, and we started walking.
My heart thumped in excitement. This is where we're going to kiss in front of all of the guests here. Thinking about people, I started to feel a little bit shy.
We stopped at the center of the stage.
"Mr. Groom and Ms. Bride, please smile a lot; the cameraman wants to take photos of you," said the emcee.
I looked at the camera. I started to feel like a celebrity when the cameraman took a lot of photos of us.
The cameraman told us to stand closer and be more affectionate. We just followed them.
"The groom may kiss the bride." As soon as the emcee said that, everyone was cheering.
My cheeks flushed with redness. I lowered my gaze.
Taehyung moved closer to me and held my waist. He brought his lips closer to my ear. "Are you shy?"
I lifted my head to him and looked at him in the eyes.
"Kinda," said I.
He curled up a smile and leaned forward.
I closed my eyes, and he sealed his mouth over mine.
His lips were warm against mine. And his lips were soft, too.
I started to hear a loud cheer, but not for too long because the beat of my chest was louder.
He held my waist tight.
I kissed him back and brought my hands to his back.
I felt butterflies in my stomach. Please don't tell me, I was turned on here! In the middle stage of my wedding ceremony?
His lips were so hot. I clenched my hands, but it couldn't help me. A slow whimper escaped my mouth.
Taehyung was shocked, and he quickly pulled out the kiss.
He brought his lips to my ear again. "Babe, are you turned on?"
I nodded.
He let out a small laugh. "We're in the middle of our wedding ceremony, and we have pyebaek after this."
"I know. It's your fault. You were holding my waist too tight. Your nails were digging in my skin, Kim Taehyung-ssi."
He laughed again. "Yeah, I'll take all the blame, babe," he said, kissing my cheek.
The guests started to cheer at us again.
That kiss was beyond my expectations. He made me feel shy again.
I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror while wiping my wet hair with a small towel.
I knew Taehyung and I were already living like a married couple for years.
But still, tonight should be different. It was our wedding night. Of course, it should be different.
I got out of the bathroom and saw Taehyung in bed.
He's still scrolling through our marriage photos on his phone. And he's been replying to messages from his friends congratulating us too.
I glared at him. It was our wedding night. How could those things be more important than me?
He should have at least looked at me.
He put down his phone. He looked at me, and he opened his arm at me. "Babe, come here."
A smile instantly drew across my face. I was so stupid to think he would not care about me. I was being impatient just now.
I went to lay my head on his arm, and I scooted my body closer to his chest.
He took my hand and stared at my wedding ring.
My heart was warm when he did that.
"Thank you for marrying me", he said.
I giggle. It's so cute. "You're welcome, honey.".
Then, I looked at him. "And thank you for marrying me too," I said.
"You're most welcome," he said with a big grin.
He put my hand down gently and hugged me at my upper belly to avoid my baby bump. "What do you think about the ceremony? That was the best I could do. I hope you love it. Because it is our special day, I really hope you love it," he said.
"What are you saying? Of course, I love it. I love everything. Those people who were helping me were so nice and kind too. The wedding hall was so beautiful, too. The emcee was good too. And.." I paused and widened my smile. "My groom was very handsome too."
He let out a giggle. I could see he was shy when I complimented him.
He buried his face in my neck. "Babe, you're teasing me.".
"No, I am serious," said I.
I started to feel the wet kiss on my neck. I closed my eyes. I loved it.
I tilted my head up to give him space to kiss my neck.
He nibbled my skin, and I let out a moan. He really got my body burned and simped for him.
Then he started traveling up to my lips.
To bring himself closer, he rested his elbows by my sides, kissing me deeper.
I wrapped my arms around his back.
He shoved his tongue in between my lips.
My nails start clawing his back in response.
Damn, he's a good kisser. He knew what I needed.
After a while, he pulled out the kiss and gazed into my eyes.
I smiled at him.
"Babe, you must be tired today," he said, and he pulled up the blanket for me.
I frowned. It couldn't be that he wanted to stop here, right?
I got up, sat down, and he held the back of my head and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. "Goodnight, babe". Then he patted my belly and said, "Goodnight, my baby.".
He turned off the table lamp and pulled up the blanket for him, then he closed his eyes.
My frown deepened. He really ended here. On our first wedding night,?
I tapped his shoulder and said, "Honey, honey. Do we just stop here?".
He opened his eyes. "Stop? Oh, you mean..." he paused and got up, sitting.
I looked at him intensely. Our first wedding night. I was waiting for him to say that.
"Our wedding day? Yes, we stop here. I know you are tired from running around in that heavy dress. And you are pregnant too, and pregnant women tend to get tired easily. Thank you for enduring them all, babe. Thank you so much," he said, leaning forward to kiss my forehead.
"Now rest, babe," he said, holding my shoulders, and he pushed me slowly to lay my head on my pillow.
I let my body sit still. He let go of my shoulders and looked at me.
"But Taehyung, I'm not tired yet."
He scratched the back of his head. "So..?"
I frowned. "So???" I repeated what he said in disbelief. There's no way he couldn't understand what I wanted.
I took his hand and said, "Let's do it. It's our first wedding night," said, looking at him.
"Do what?" asked him.
I couldn't believe he still looked clueless.
I started to be impatient. "Sex! We should have sex."
His eyes widened, and he let out a little laughter. "Babe, but you're almost in the second trimester of pregnancy. I don't dare anymore," said him.
"How can this be about my pregnancy?" asked me.
"We'll consult with the doctor about this."
"I read somewhere on the Internet that it's fine for a pregnant woman to have sex," she said.
He leaned forward and held my baby bump. "I'm worried if it's going to affect you both. Let's talk to the doctor later."
"You can do it slowly or do it half inside me," I said again.
"No babe. I don't dare," said him.
I pulled my face away from him and held the blanket. "What is the use of sending Jihoon to your mother's house if I don't scream tonight?!" yelled I and then laid on the bed.
I pulled the blanket over my neck, and I turned my back to him.
He's so annoying.
I saw his point. But, damn, I didn't know why, since this pregnancy, I kept wanting sex. We had been doing a lot during my first trimester, but still, it's not enough for me.
And tonight, I just got sexual frustration from him. God, it felt so frustrating.
I felt his fingertips on my arm.
I rolled my eyes and closed them.
"Babe, are you sulking?".
I ignored him. I kept closing my eyes and didn't react to him.
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I sat on the sofa, watching the cookware commercials on TV.
Taehyung was in the kitchen. I still haven't talked to him since last night.
Later, I heard footsteps coming at me.
"Babe, you haven't eaten yet?"
I shifted my eyes to him, who was standing beside the TV.
I rolled my eyes and looked back at the TV.
He walks slowly towards me. "Is it because the food isn't delicious? I bought it from the restaurant you like, babe."
"I don't have an appetite," I said simply.
"Oh? How can you not have an appetite? It's weird," muttered he, scratching his temple.
Then he went to sit beside me. "Or do you want something to eat? Something like you're craving. Tell me what the thing you're craving the most, babe," he said and curled a smile at me.
I didn't say anything. And I didn't even look at him. My eyes were on the TV all the time.
"Babe, are you still sulking?"
"No," she said coldly.
"Then tell me what you're craving the most. I'll be getting anything for you," he said.
I turned my head at him. "You won't"
"I will, babe. So tell me, what are you craving for?"
I stared into his eyes. "Your dick," I said, and then turned my head forward, my eyes back to the TV.
He choked on the air and coughed out. He balled up his fist and hit his chest.
I rolled my eyes. He was so exaggerating.
He opened his eyes wide. "You're still sulking from last night???"
I turned my head at him. "I'm not sulking!"
"Babe, we'll see the doctor today," said him.
"No. I don't want to. You must be thinking I'm crazy. And horny. Because I had been asking you for sex. I have thoughts about it. I've been like this since I was pregnant with our second child. When I was pregnant with Jihoon, I wasn't like this. It must be because I kept calling you horny back then. And now, I have become like you. God, it feels so torturous," I said, and I buried my face in my hands. I let out a whimper.
He hugged me. "Babe, I'll take the blame for this too."
"And what if our second child is like this? Hornier than you? God, if our second child is a boy, I will be so fucking worried," I said and continued whimpering.
"Babe... Don't say that. It's just your hormones. It will not affect the baby. If he's a boy, he's going to be good because you're the mother. You're a good mother," he said.
My whimper slowed and died. I lifted my head at him.
He had convinced me a little bit. But still, it didn't change the fact that he had annoyed me last night.
I turned my head around.
"What are you looking for?" asked him.
"My phone. I put...." I stopped my head at him and looked at his buttocks.
"It must be under your butt. I put it here just now," I said, pushing him.
He moved a little bit, and my phone was really under his butt.
I took my phone, and then I looked so aggressive, searching for something on the Internet.
He noticed it and asked, "What are you doing?"
"I'm ordering a fake dick since I couldn't get yours."
He quickly took my phone from my grip.
"Oh why???" I pretended to ask him. I was actually wanting to annoy him.
"Babe..."
"What? Give my phone back," I said, and I tried taking it back, but he dodged me and held it higher.
I was so lazy to get up and just look at him with pursed lips.
He pinched his eyes closed for a while, and then he opened them back, looking straight at me. "Fine, babe, we'll do it. I'll be very gentle with you," said he, leaning forward at me.
But I quickly pulled my face away from him and turned my face to the side.
"W-why?" asked him.
"I don't want anymore. Our first wedding night was over. And it will never come anymore. And if I want it, I have to marry another man," I said.
He wheezed and laughed. "Babe, you're joking, right?"
"I'm not joking. The first night should be special and romantic. But what bad luck? My husband isn't romantic," I said, and I faked out a whimper.
"I'm not romantic. How?"
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