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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

“You had nothing to worry about. It’s you and Hoseok. It’s fate.” You explain as Mira giggles and blushes as she swats you away bashfully.

“Can you believe the day is finally here? I mean, I dreamed of this day forever, and it almost doesn’t feel real.” Mira sighs happily as you grin and stare up at the ceiling.

How many nights you and Mira spent in this room planning out your futures.

How many times you stared at the white ceiling, waiting for sleep to overtake you, as Mira was always the one to fall asleep first.

The spare room of Mira’s parents’ house had been your sleepover spot, so it only felt right to use it again on the night before her wedding.

“Your mom's making breakfast?” You asked, as you could already smell the aroma of delicious food being cooked in the kitchen downstairs.

“Yeah, I told her she has to make all our sleepover favourites. For old time's sake, you know.”

You giggle.

“I can’t believe that by the end of today I’m going to be Mrs. Jung Hoseok.” Mira squeaks in excitement.

It did seem surreal to you that Mira’s wedding day was finally here. You still remember her as the girl on the playground who shared her snacks with you.

You could still recall the sleek red dress she wore to your high school graduation and how she spent the whole night crying when her ex-boyfriend called things off.

And of course, you remembered the first day she met Hoseok and how there was instant chemistry there, even though Mira was too scared to admit it at the time.

But with the memories of Hoseok came memories of Taehyung, and you tried to push down those feelings as you followed Mira’s lead of jumping out of bed and opening the blinds to let the summer sun inside.

You had not seen or spoken to Taehyung since the incident in the cafe, and today would be the first day you would be seeing him since then.

It had been an entire month, and the ache was ever-present in your chest every time you thought about him.

True to their word, your friends didn’t take sides, though Mira did tell you Hoseok sat down and had an hour-long discussion with Taehyung about his behaviour.

You stopped hanging out with the group, you didn’t dare go to movie nights, and you found yourself spending more time in front of your computer completing chapter after chapter of your book.

Some days, even writing was hard, as it seemed everything you did and everything you wrote brought you back to Taehyung.

You tried to push those thoughts aside and focus on the fact that it was Mira’s big day as you scooped your phone from the nightstand before taking the stairs two at a time to the kitchen, where Mira’s parents already had breakfast piled high.

It felt like old times as Mira’s mother swooped down to kiss her daughter’s head and then your head as you both tucked in to eat, joking and laughing as the small kitchen radio played throwback songs.

By the time breakfast was done, the house was thrown into chaos as the makeup artist and hairstylist decided to arrive at the same time, and three minutes later, the photographer showed up, as did the wedding planner.

People were coming and going as they got the backyard set up for the special day, and you lost track of how many times people brought folding chairs and decor through the house.

You were ushered upstairs, where makeup and hair were being done, and while Mira was getting all dolled up, you sat back and unlocked your phone.

There were a couple of texts from Morena wishing you good luck today.

There was one from Jimin reminding you he was more than happy to stand up there with you as you delivered your speech.

And there was one from Taehyung that made your heart clench.

Captain: I can’t wait to see you today. I miss you.

Even though you wanted to forget that night, Taehyung didn’t fully disappear. He still sends you texts and memes from time to time. He still asks how your day is going, even though he knows you won’t respond.

Your throat feels tight, and your eyes water as you lock your phone and place it on the vanity, knowing you will have to deal with Taehyung today but not wanting to deal with him right now.

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The next couple of hours were a blur as hair was done, makeup was done, and the noises of the front door opening and closing could be heard almost constantly.

While all that was going on, the photographer was taking pictures and giving out tips on how to pose.

“Okay, now we are going to do the mother-daughter putting on the dress photos.” She says as you nod and head to the doorway to get out of the shot.

“We are going to take bride and maid of honour shots next, so you can put on your dress too.” She tells you as you grab your discarded phone and head to the spare room, where the wedding planner hung up your dress on the back of the door.

It’s a gorgeous dress with a tight bodice and sweetheart neckline. The skirt flares out perfectly, falling at your ankles, and the back is a laced-up corset. The whole thing is held up by two delicate straps.

You can’t help the feeling of sadness that washes over you when you touch the blue fabric.

God, you missed Taehyung.

And the whole thing was a mess because after what he did, you shouldn’t miss him.

But you couldn’t help it.

You missed his smile, you missed the way his hair always seemed to fall into his eyes, and you missed his laughter the most.

And despite it all, you missed him calling you Baby Blue.

You unlocked your phone and opened up his chat.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard.

To text him or not to text him?

After much consideration, you let out a sigh and locked the phone, throwing it on the bed as you hastily ripped off your clothes and lightly stepped into the dress.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you took in your reflection in the floor-length mirror.

Taehyung should be a part of this. You should be sending him pictures of the dress; he should be playfully teasing you, but instead, you were alone in this room with nothing but bad memories to keep you company.

You had to take your mind off things before you ruined your makeup, so you kept yourself busy by making the bed and straightening everything out.

Sunlight was streaming through the windows, and the hardwood floors were warm under your feet as you reached for your suitcase under the bed and grabbed your PJs from the floor to put them away.

The bottoms you wore were faded old gym shorts... The top, however….

You stepped out of the shower and dried yourself off, grateful he let you shower at all, as the cold rain chilled you to the bone.

You reach for the clothes he loaned you, and you decide on the shirt and socks; there was no way the pants would fit, and the shirt was long enough to cover everything anyway.

You looked in the mirror and took a deep breath, wiping the leftover flakes of mascara that still lingered under your eyes.

It was now or never.

“Hey, we’re ready to take more pictures if you have your dress on,” Mira says softly as the door behind you opens, and you turn and gasp when you see how beautiful she looks in her wedding dress.

“Oh, Mira, you look incredible!” You gush as you throw the shirt aside and walk forward so you can wrap her in a hug.

“Well, thank you! That’s not going to distract me from the fact that you looked really sad a moment ago. Want to talk about it?” She asks as you pull away from the hug and shake your head.

“If we talk, I’ll cry, and I think your makeup artist will hate me if I mess up my face.” You respond as Mira nods as she slowly closes the door behind you both.

“We need to take pictures…don’t we?” You ask as Mira motions for both of you to sit on the bed.

“This room holds a lot of good memories for me. Our sleepovers. Our late-night talks about our celebrity crushes we were convinced we were going to marry.”

“Hey, it’s not too late for Taemin. Don’t count him out just yet.” You tease as Mira laughs alongside you.

“Oh, believe me, I could never forget about Taemin. Hoseok knows.” She shoots back as you hear the front door open and close again, as more things are being brought into the house to get set up in the backyard.

“I still remember having that sleepover in the room before we went away to university. When we didn’t know what the future held for us. I think that was one of the last sleepovers we had in here.” Mira says.

“Nah, we had that one right after you met Hoseok, remember? We both were home for the holidays, and your parents were gone to some party, so you invited me to sleep over because we had to discuss every single thing he told you.” You remind her with a giggle.

“And this was when you told me Hoseok better be a stand-up guy because if I dated him, it meant you would be around Kim Taehyung.” She said as your smile faded and you bit your lip.

“You wore his shirt last night, didn’t you?”

You nod.

“You really miss him, huh?”

You nod again.

“I’m not saying what he did was right, but I think you guys should talk it out. You miss him, and I know for a fact he misses you.”

You let out a sigh and watch the trees outside sway in the breeze.

“I miss him, Mira, but I also don’t know how I’m supposed to trust him again. You said he wasn’t like Simon, but he kind of did the same thing. Flirted with me. Got me. Then he got bored with me once he got me.” You explain as Mira pats your hand sympathetically.

“Have you guys talked at all since it happened?”

You shook your head.

“I mean, he sends me texts and memes, but I don’t respond. I just... I can’t... I don’t know what to say.” You whimper as Mira pulls you in for a side hug, giving you a big squeeze as you once again fight back tears.

“Are you nervous about seeing him again today?” She asks after some silence.

“Yeah. I am. But it’s contradictory because I also miss him so much and want to see him at the same time.” You whine.

Mira pulls you from the bed and carefully wipes your under eyes with her fingers.

“It’s all going to work out. It always does. Whatever happens today, just know you are going to blow this man away with how hot you look in this dress.”

You can’t help but laugh as someone swings the door open, and the photographer is standing there with one hand on her hip and camera in hand.

“Ready for more pictures?” She asks as you both nod and exit the room.

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“Taehyung, we are going to be late; you need to get a move on!” Jungkook calls from downstairs as Taehyung stares at his phone for what feels like the hundredth time today.

The seen notification has become his worst enemy over the last month, and today was no exception.

He expected you to at least respond on today of all days. Hell, he would even take you texting him back, telling him to fuck off at this point.

The absolute silence was killing him.

But he understood why.

He fucked up badly and was still struggling to fix it.

The talk with Hoseok did not help. Taehyung sat in his chair and felt like a kid at the principal’s office as Hoseok reminded him of everything that happened that night and the damage he caused.

Taehyung didn’t bother defending himself; he didn’t even know what to say, so he let Hoseok talk to him for what felt like hours before he promised he was doing his best to make it up to you.

Though none of it was working.

Taehyung spent the last month as a hermit in his house, only leaving for work and the gym.

His friends hardly saw him, his parents hardly saw him, and everyone was growing concerned.

Jungkook came over a week ago and forced Taehyung to go on a walk and get some fresh air, and they talked about everything but you for an hour.

It was…nice.

It didn’t fix the sadness he was feeling, but it numbed it for a short amount of time.

“Taehyung, I’m serious, we need to go!” Jungkook called more aggressively this time, snapping Taehyung from his thoughts as he ruffled his hair one more time and gathered his things from his dresser.

The charcoal grey suit he is wearing to the wedding makes him look older and his opinion more mature.

He really meant to get a haircut before the wedding, but with all the heartbreak he had been experiencing, he forgot, so he opted to tame his hair the best he could for the time being.

Taehyung took the stairs two at a time and pocketed everything as Jungkook tapped his foot impatiently and kept staring at his phone.

“Yeah, you want to see your man, I get it.” Taehyung teases as Jungkook waves him off, and they both leave Taehyung’s house to watch their best friend get married.

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You stood in the kitchen trying to shake off your nerves as Jimin stood close by.

He and Hoseok had arrived ten minutes ago, and outside, everything was set up for an intimate but beautiful backyard wedding.

The photographer was outside with the happy couple as they posed for first look photos and family photos, and you tried your best not to wipe your sweaty hands on your dress as you knew people would be starting to arrive soon.

“Are you okay?” Jimin asks lowly as you turn to him and nod.

He looks incredible in his black suit with his blonde hair pushed back and minimal eye makeup, just enough to make his eyes pop.

“Yeah, just wedding jitters, you know.” You explain as you shift from foot to foot and try to ignore the fact that your phone just vibrated again on the table.

“Wedding jitters or Taehyung jitters?” He asks honestly, as you can’t help but crack a smile.

“Both, I guess.”

Before Jimin can respond, the happy couple is making their way back inside, and the wedding planner is going over the plan with everyone.

The parents of the bride and groom will stay inside with the bride and you.

Jimin and Hoseok will be outside greeting guests as they come through the backyard gate.

When the time is right, she will come inside and give you the heads-up that they are ready for everyone to get in their places.

You all make your way up the stairs and speak in hushed, excited tones until the wedding planner comes and lets you know it’s time.

You line up and let out a shaky breath when the back door slides open and Hoseok’s parents walk down the aisle first.

The music is floaty and beautiful as they walk, and you can’t help but feel happy tears spring to your eyes when Mira’s parents walk down the aisle right after.

You step forward out the door, and Jimin is already standing there with a grin on his face as he lightly takes your arm and walks with you.

As if by fate, your eyes snap to Taehyung’s almost instantly, and you try to keep the smile plastered on your face when you see his eyes widen when he sees you.

“You've got this.” Jimin coaches under his breath as you both make your way up the aisle, and even though everyone is staring at you, one pair of eyes seems to leave you breathless as you pass by the row where he is sitting.

By the time you make it to the front, you are sweating under the summer sun, and when the music changes and everyone stands, you can’t help but smile as Mira steps out of the house looking ethereal in her dress.

Mira seems to float down the aisle, and you turn your gaze towards Hoseok, who looks starstruck that this is his bride-to-be.

You stand proudly beside Mira as the ceremony gets started. Your eyes tear up when they both share their vows, and when they finally kiss, the cheers from the crowd make you smile wide as you stand by and watch your best friend marry the love of her life.

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The best part of a wedding is always the party after.

The hall Mira and Hoseok rented was a beautiful building with giant floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked a vineyard and a lake.

Because both of them wanted to keep the wedding small, you had no trouble finding Taehyung in the crowd as you ate, and you tried your best to ignore his meaningful stares as Jimin coached you through the speech you were supposed to say.

Jimin was confident and funny with his speech. Throwing in small stories about his friendship with Hoseok and how the story of the happy couple was love at first sight.

Jimin had the crowd wrapped around his finger, and it made you even more nervous for your speech.

Once you took the microphone from his hands, you found yourself slightly shaking with nerves, but Jimin was kind and patient as he kept a hand on the small of your back and whispered encouraging words as you began to speak.

Your speech was a mixture of cute stories and sentimental memories that had Mira dabbing her eyes with her white napkin as you led everyone in a toast to the happy couple.

Mira and Hoseok were next with speeches, and once you and Jimin sat down, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding, and you downed a big gulp of your wine as a celebration.

You were trying not to drink too much tonight, as you wanted to keep a clear head, not only for Mira but also for the fact that Taehyung had done nothing but stare at you the entire night.

You could still see him in the crowd whispering something to Jungkook, and you looked away before he could catch you staring.

Finally, the sun set, the string lights overhead turned on, and the dance floor opened up.

You excused yourself to the bathroom, where you took a second to breathe, away from the crowd, before heading back in to join Hoseok and Mira on the dance floor.

Someone wrapped you in a hug, and you turned your head to see Seokjin and Yoongi making their way over with big smiles on their faces.

You had not seen either of them since the party that night, and they both looked exquisite in their suits as they patted Hoseok on the back and placed kisses on Mira’s cheeks.

The music was blaring, and everyone at once seemed to crowd the dance floor as you got lost in the beat and the bodies around you.

At one point, Jungkook came over to plant a kiss on your cheek before doing the same to Jimin, and Namjoon patted Hoseok on the back and shot you a shy smile.

Namjoon had been a big help with your book over the last month, and you attributed most of your motivation to him.

He didn’t help in the way Taehyung did, but he was always willing to let you bounce ideas off him and help you with any proofreading.

You were glad you had chosen to stay friends with him.

After two songs, you were joined by a very timid Taehyung, who chose to stay close to Jimin and Jungkook as he shot you a shy, nervous smile, and you nodded before he started to loosen up and dance with the others.

As the songs continued, Taehyung seemed to grow more confident, and he became the life of the party, showing off his moves to Hoseok and Mira and throwing his hands in the air and singing his heart out.

“I think he’s showing off for you.” Mira teases in your ear as you wave her off, but you can hear her giggle over the music as Taehyung pushes his sweaty hair from his face and shoots Jimin a grin.

The air is sweet with the first signs of summer, bodies are packed next to you as you all dance and sing.

For the first time in a very long time, you feel light and hopeful, and when you look at Taehyung’s boxy grin, you wonder if he feels it too.

After one more fast song, the DJ slows it down, and everyone seems to couple up around you.

Taehyung grabs your hand, and you roll your eyes as he pulls you in.

You weren’t much for slow dancing, but for him, you did.

Taehyung pulled you in close, and you could feel the beat of his heart jump through his shirt, and you wondered if he was just as nervous as you were.

“Hey.” He says softly as you sway to the music, hyper aware that all your friends have their eyes on you now.

“Hi.” You say.

“Your dress.”

“Yeah, I know, get it all out now.”

Taehyung shoots you a puzzled look.

“The colour. It’s…baby blue.” You say lamely as Taehyung chuckles under his breath, and you blush.

“I’d say it’s more a Blue and Grey myself.” He teases with a mischievous grin, and you fight the urge to smile.

“I was going to say your dress looks beautiful. I was never going to tease you about the colour.” He says, pulling you in closer, and his expensive cologne makes your head spin.

“You’re losing your touch then.” You shoot back with a smile.

“I…God, I really miss you.” He breathes as you swallow the lump in your throat.

“Yeah, I miss you too.”

The song ends, and lucky for you, another slow song starts right after as Taehyung keeps you in his arms, never letting his eyes leave yours.

“This month has been awful without you. I want you to know that. I missed you every single day. I know it doesn’t make what I did better, but I just wanted you to know.” He says as he leans in close and his breath tickles your ear in a way that sends goosebumps rippling across your arms.

“I miss you too, but I just… I can’t trust you, Taehyung. I just need time.”

Taehyung pulls away, and you can see his dark eyes looking crestfallen.

“It was a mistake. A terrible, horrible mistake that I have been regretting ever since it happened. It was never my intention to hurt you. I just…got jealous and made a bad decision.” He explains, his voice shaky and sad, as you blink back tears and instead focus on all the couples slow dancing around you.

“Taehyung, I just… can’t, okay? I opened up to you. I trusted you. And within minutes of calling this off, you were already with another girl.”

He dips his head so his hair falls into his eyes.

You fight the urge to push it back for him.

“I’m going to keep fighting for you. I want you to know that. Unless you tell me to stop and leave you alone, I’m not going to give up hope. I know I fucked up. I want to make it up to you. Please, at least give me that chance.

The song is coming to an end.

You can feel the stares of all your friends, and you swallow hard.

“I just need time, Taehyung. Can you give me that? Please.”

The song ends, and Taehyung bites his lip and nods.

The music changes to something more upbeat, and everyone around you cheers and begins to dance.

Taehyung’s hand is still on the small of your back, and he is still holding you close as if he were scared to let you go.

All around you, people are dancing and drinking, but it all fades as you stare at Taehyung, who looks so unbelievably sad, like his whole world was crumbling at his feet.

He looked how you felt.

“The song changed, you know.” You whisper as he clears his throat and slowly pulls back from you, releasing you from his embrace as he shoves his hands in his pockets awkwardly.

“Sorry, I just—sorry.” He mutters as you nod at him, feeling an ache in your chest when he takes a step back, and you feel like you can breathe again.

“Can you at least promise me something, Baby Blue?” He asks, swiping his hair from his eyes.

You quirk an eyebrow.

“When your book comes out, can you let me know? You don’t even have to write me a full sentence; hell, just send me an emoji, and I’ll be happy.”

You pause.

“You want to read my book? Why?”

Taehyung’s lips curl into that sinful smirk you love so much, and when he leans in close, your breath catches in your throat.

“Because I want to see what beauty we created together. And I have to know how it ends.”