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Jin Imagine: Strangers Kiss

Rated: M for mature language.

P: Kim Seokjin

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He didn't remember how, nor why, but he sat there, on the third row from the front, right behind her parents and siblings, his eyes fixated on the groom.

The flowers that covered the back of each chair were a light pink, her favorite color, and the ceremony would be held in the evening, just like she had always told him she wanted.

It had been their plan.

It had been their future.

It hurt him.

It hurt him as he watched her walk down the aisle, the same dress he had gone out to pick while they had dated, the same golden shoes he had bought her on their first date, and that same pair of earrings his mother had gifted her. How he wished he had never met her, how he wished that on that rainy April afternoon, he hadn't walked into that coffee shop, that he hadn't opened the door for her, and that he hadn't asked for her number.

He wished he hadn't fallen for her cheeky smile, for those dark brown eyes that shined like jewels, and for the way she swayed her hips when she walked.

"She's beautiful, ain't she?" Someone mumbled next to him, snapping him out of his daze.

There was a young woman seated next to him, a dark black dress hugging her body tightly, the front of it dipping deeply exposing her cleavage. For a second he felt his blood rush to his nether region, but with a small cough and readjustment of his tie, he was back to normal. The woman looked to be in her mid-twenties, her dark hair tied back into a tidy bun, ruby red lipstick on her lips, and her eyes glued to the same woman he had once called "honey".

"Friend of hers?"

"Acquaintance. I'm not here for her but because of him," she said, using her head to move toward the groom.

"Ah. I see."

"Cheating son of a bitch," she mumbled.

"Hu?"

"Name?" The woman asked, ignoring Jin's confusion, a sad smile on her face.

"Jin. Kim Seokjin."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Kim. My name is Y/N Y/L/N. Just call me Yuna. So, friends with the groom or the bride?" She asked, extending her hand for Jin to shake.

"Neither."

The woman looked confused as Jin shook her hand back, the woman's eyes trailing Jin's gaze which had gone back to admire the bride.

"Her? What is she of you?" She whispered, the priest beginning the ceremony.

Jin simply sighed.

It hadn't been more than a week since the incident, Jin's felt a burst of pain fill his chest. Jin remembered how many times they had sworn to marry in the future, how she had asked to go window shopping for a wedding dress, and he even remembered talking about how they would go to meet her parents as soon as Jin got back from his business trip, but now she stood with another man at the altar.