"Y-you what?" I ask with my mouth hanging open.
He looked down at his feet depressingly. "You won't leave me...will you?" He asked softly.
I gulped. I won't leave him...right? I forced a smile. "I can't keep any promises...but I'll always be here if you need me."
He sighed sadly and I could see tears glistening on the surface of his eyes. Sharp stinking attacked my heart...I feel guilty.
"L-let's...go take our seats...shall we?" Namjoon asked breaking the awkward silence.
"N-ne..." Jimin muttered.
We followed Namjoon around finally found our friends. As a group, we took our seats. I sat down next to Jimin, and in my other side, was Hana. Jiyeong was complaining that she couldn't sit next to me, since there were no more spots next to me, so she sat next to Hana.
"Oh, yes! I almost forgot! I need to put this on the gift table!" I said while holding up the tiny blue bag. I stood up and walked to the gift table where it was piling with lots of bags and boxes. I placed the fragile box on top of the presents, so it wounds get damaged.
"H-Haru? You really came?"
My eyes widened. I turned around slowly and he looked shocked.
"Yeah, Tae. Why would I miss your wedding?" I asked dryly.
"W-well...I thought...nevermind," he bit his lip uncomfortably.
I sighed. "Taehyung, I'm so—"
"No...you don't need to be...this is what my parents want..." He fiddled with his fingers.
"It's not what they want..." I whispered quietly, but not loud enough for him to hear.
"What did you say?" He asked.
I shook my head. "Ah, nothing...you should go take your place, good luck! And congratulations!" I said while walking off.
Well, that was awkward....
"What took you so long?" Hana asked as I approached my seat.
"Ah, nothing important. I just got a little lost," I smiled while sitting down.
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Traditional wedding music began to play. I saw Taehyung next to the priest, looking gloomy and sad. I looked at his face, and realized he was staring directly at me. I made eye contact with him, and I could see his eyes display more sadness. I quickly looked away.
The gates opened slowly, and Michelle looked...beautiful. Like...a model. She was linking arms with, I believe, her father. She was smiling brightly. They walked in chorus, matching the beat of the music. She reached the pedestal(?) (IDK I FORGOT WHAT ITS CALLED) and she stood hand in hand...well hands in hands with Taehyung. She looked...excited...whereas Taehyung looked...sad. I felt guilty, again...
Funny. How is it that boys make me feel so guilty? How can love be the one thing that makes you feel amazing, but can tear you apart into millions of pieces?
I felt something warm and wet stream down my face, and I realized that I was crying. I quickly wiped the tears away and focused on the couple.
