#softmingis

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this went in an… entirely different direction than I intended?? but you said to end you with the feels so like, this came to mind first alkdjfsdkl c:

enjoy little luna!

—fluff; prompt 1; “Go with me?” / “As long as you hold my hand.”

The butterflies swirled in your stomach, drifting on an imaginary upward air current that trailed towards your heart. If given the opportunity, you were almost certain your heart would make a run for it, if not for the rib cage which confined it. It beat wildly in your chest, so loud that you could hear the pounding as a reverberation in your ears.

“Hey.”

So loud, that you miss your friend’s words, drowned out from your nervousness. You don’t quite feel solid, nor do the emotions that swirl around you, unable to grasp any concept entirely. Staring at your own reflection blankly, you wonder if this is really happening.

“Hey,” your best friend’s voice is more insistent this time. She brings you back to reality with a sudden, heavy hand on your shoulder. It startles you out of your thoughts, and you blink a couple of times. Briefly, you refocus your attention on your reflection.

Is this really happening?

And then, a few more blinks, realization dawning on you. Suddenly, you let out a breath that you hadn’t been aware you were holding. The air fills your lungs so suddenly that you gasp. Turning your head to the side, you glance at your best friend—the one person who had been with you through it all. Up until this moment.

She sighs, shaking her head slightly. But an amused smile pulls at the corners of her mouth. “Remember to breathe. If you intend to go through with this, we need you actually alive, you know.”

Slowly, you nod. But again, your attention is lost as your gaze finds your reflection again in the mirror in front of you. You barely pay attention as your best friend works on the finishing touches of your attire. This goes on for some time, and every now and again you find yourself somehow managing to reground yourself, sending a silent reminder to your own self to just breathe.

Everything following after happens in such a jumble, so quickly, that you aren’t really sure it’s all happening. That it’s all real. You’re ushered about by friends and family in a rush, your best friend tagging along everywhere with you as the tension and emotion builds up around you. You feel as though the butterflies in your stomach, multiplied now, are going to burst.

“Are you ready?” Your best friend suddenly asks, and you glance at her, aware of someone linking their arm with yours to your side.

“I-I think so…” The words come with difficulty, but the manage to squeeze out past the lump in your throat.

Your best friend smiles. “Remember, just breathe. I’ll see you at the end.”

With that, she disappears. Next to you, the person who has their arm linked with yours clears their throat. You glance to your side, finally—blinking in surprise at your own father. When had he gotten there?

“She’s right. You do look beautiful. He’ll think so as well.” Smiling at you, eyes sparkling with tears that are clearly being held back, your father adds, “I’m so proud, and so happy for you.”

You want to answer your father, but the air in your lungs has become scarce, yet again, from your nerves. Your thoughts are too mixed up, anyway, in order for you to form a coherent thought. When you finally do think you have a reply, the music starts—and you’re ushered forward.

It takes no time at all for your eyes to find each other, as soon as you exit the room and enter the great hall of the chapel. On either side of the aisle, friends and family are clustered, peering around in order to get a good look at you as you walk down the aisle. At the corners of your vision, they blur out. You only have eyes for him.

Song Mingi.

As you near him, closer and closer, you feel your heart beating faster and faster. You’re absolutely certain this time it’s about to jump straight out of your chest. If it does—it would surely run straight towards Mingi, who would willingly catch it; as he had done so many times in the past. How many times you could fall in love, again, with the same man? Over the years, you’d lost count.

Even now, staring at him where he waited patiently for you at the end of the aisle, his smile growing with every step you took towards him, eyes crinkling at the corners—you find yourself falling in love with him, again.

As soon as you’re in front of him, your father relinquishing his hold on you, Mingi is quick to take both of your hands in his own.

“You’re—” He starts, cutting himself off. Mingi inhales deeply, biting his lip as he studies you. He gives his head a small shake. “There aren’t enough words to describe how beautiful you look to me right now.”

Despite the occasion, you feel a heat rise to your cheeks. You glance downward to hide the blush. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Mingi, him giving your hands a small, yet reassuring, squeeze. Thankfully, it seems to go unnoticed by everyone else.

Time, again, passes by much too quickly. Of all the times you wish hadn’t been a blur, in comparison to earlier where you stood in your own dumbfounded state, you wished you hadn’t somehow breezed through the vows exchanged and the moments of staring deeply into Mingi’s eyes, where he held you so carefully with his gaze. Out of all the things to blank out on because of nerves, it really had to be that? You stare out at the crowd of family and friends laid out in front of you—cheering, clapping, and some even crying.

A part of you is surprised that you haven’t begun to tear up yourself, just yet.

Mingi leans down and towards you, smiling as you glance to your side and meeting his gaze. “Go with me?” At the question, he nods towards the aisle. You realize you need to get ready for the reception, now that this part is over.

Despite everything, despite the reality of the band now encircling your finger, you stare at Mingi—a part of you still in a state of disbelief. Your body is still a bundle of nerves.

You bite down on your lower lip. “As long as you hold my hand.”

Without a single ounce of hesitation, Mingi instantly reaches down to take hold of your hand. He gives it another gentle, reassuring squeeze, gaze holding yours with such a fierce loyalty and fondness that you can feel a heat creeping to your cheeks again. How can you continuously keep falling in love with him, as a whole, and the way he treats you?

*singing* Every little thing is gonna be alright~

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