#1 in btsjiminff #1 in parkjiminff | An Indian FF |
Their worlds collided at a grand family function, where laughter and music filled the air. Jimin's eyes met Y/N's, and from that moment on, he was enchanted. Her smile was like sunshine, and her ki...
Y/n, after finishing her packing, made her way to the lobby, only to find Nari struggling with a crying Jammie. Concerned, she approached them and gently asked, "Di, what happened? Why is he crying?"
Nari sighed, clearly stressed. "I don't know, Y/n. It's almost nighttime, I haven't even started getting ready, and he's throwing tantrums. Ugh."
"Don't worry, di," Y/n reassured, "Give him to me. I'll handle it."
Nari hesitated for a moment but then carefully handed Jammie over to Y/n, thanking her sincerely.
Y/n cradled Jammie in her arms and began to gently sway. It didn't take long before the little one started to drift off to sleep. She smiled down at him, grateful that she could provide comfort.
As she continued to walk with Jammie, she eventually crossed paths with Jimin and Taehyung at the end of the hallway. Both of them were dressed and ready.
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(jimin's look)
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(tae's look)
Seeing Jimin in his white shirt, with his dark hair falling just right, sent a jolt through her. He looked incredibly handsome, and she couldn't help but feel a rush of attraction. It was a strange mix of comfort and excitement that she couldn't quite put into words. The sight of him caused a rush of emotions within Y/n. She admired him from a distance, feeling a mixture of fondness, affection, and a growing sense of longing. The moment felt almost surreal, like a scene from a dream.
As Taehyung's voice echoed through the hallway, it startled both Y/n and Jimin. He was concerned about Y/n's readiness and blurted out, "Y/n, why aren't you ready yet? Do you know what time it is?"
Y/n, still holding the sleeping Jammie, quickly explained, "I was taking care of Jammie."
Jimin, feeling a strong desire to help her and ensure she had time to prepare, immediately offered, "Give him to me. You can go and get ready, okay?"
Y/n handed Jammie to Jimin, her heart racing as their hands brushed against each other in the exchange. A warmth spread across her cheeks as she dashed off to her room to prepare for the evening.
Y/n sat before the mirror, her reflection a canvas waiting to be adorned. The room was alive with the soft rustle of fabric and the gentle hum of anticipation. The lehenga spread around her, a sea of vibrant red, rich with golden embroidery that seemed to dance in the light. As she carefully adjusted the intricate details, she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and gratitude.
The makeup brushes in her hand seemed like wands, working their magic. Deep red lips complemented by smoky eyes, her features enhanced with a subtle grace. She glanced at herself, the reflection looking back at her was not just a girl getting ready for a wedding, but a vision of timeless elegance.
Her fingers were delicately adorned with bangles, each one chiming softly as she moved. The gold and red contrasted perfectly with the intricate details of her lehenga. She felt like she was stepping into a dream, every piece of jewelry telling a story of tradition and love.
Her hair, elegantly styled in a bun, held together by a cascade of jasmine flowers, exuded a fragrance that made her feel like she was in a garden. Each petal seemed to whisper secrets of beauty and grace. She gently touched them, a serene smile playing on her lips.
In the midst of all this, her heart fluttered with a mixture of emotions. She felt grateful for the opportunity to be a part of this celebration, to be surrounded by love and tradition. But there was also a hint of wistfulness, knowing that this beautiful moment would pass, and she would soon be back to her routine life.
As she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. She was not the bride, but she felt like a queen in her own right. The ensemble, the jewels, and the makeup, all came together to create a picture of beauty and grace.
She took a deep breath, savoring the moment. She knew that this day would be etched in her memory forever, a day when she felt like a princess in a fairytale. And as she walked out, adorned in the finery of tradition, she carried with her a piece of that magic, ready to celebrate love in all its forms.
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