Jungkook stood awkwardly beside Mallory at the front of the venue. “Do we have to go in there?” He asked lightly, kicking his foot out from beneath him and knocking a rock across the grass beside them.

White banners hung everywhere. Strands of white fabric blew in the wind around the incredibly spacious gazebo that the wedding was being held in. Chairs lined all the way up to the front of the gazebo, where an arch stood from the grooms and the official. It was a beautiful ceremony, but Jungkook was too unnerved to be there. He couldn’t handle it. He couldn’t see her there and not be holding her. God, she probably hated him by now. It had been forever since they’d seen each other face to face, a year or more, and it was grating on him. All the others said it was because he cared for her so much, but he knew it was because he loved her so much. It was no longer care.

“Yes,” Mallory answered. “We have to go in there. Jun Hyun and Ha-Neul saved us a front row seat. After all, we’re pretty important to them.” Jun Hyun and Ha-Neul had relied on Mallory and Jungkook for the solving of their problems after Zhen left and could no longer resolve the issues for them, and for that reason, Mallory, Jungkook, and their crowd of friends, were given the front most rows on both sides of the aisle.

Yes, Jun Hyun had finally asked Ha-Neul the question, and the engagement lasted less than a year before the two had all their plans perfected and ready. They wanted to tie the knot as soon as possible, and had even invited Zhen to be their photographer.

Zhen Ai. Jungkook’s Zhen Ai, who he was no longer with. The two had broken their relationship off when Jungkook got too busy, and Zhen had gotten too busy for either to talk to each other. It was just easier to be separated. He was sure she’d moved on, but he hadn’t.

The chime of the bells for the start of the ceremony startled Jungkook, and he looked to Mallory, who gestured towards the gazebo. “Let’s go.”

Jungkook wrapped an arm around Mallory’s waist and led her towards the gazebo. Suga was somewhere inside, helping Jun Hyun with memorizing his vows so he wouldn’t have to use a paper, much to Jungkook’s dismay. It was hard to move Mallory around most of the time, but he bared it and continued to help her towards the front row. They chose the seat closest to the aisle.

“Thank you,” Mallory said, as Jungkook held her arms to lower her onto the chair. When she was sitting, her hands immediately fell to her stomach, which she rubbed slowly. “I do appreciate the help.”

Jungkook shrugged. “It’s worth it enough. Those babies better be cute.” He said, grinning and patting the top of her stomach.

“I’m telling you what, either these babies are girls, or they’re looking up to you as a role model, because every time you talk, they’re dancing on my bladder.” Jungkook laughed at this, and then sat down beside her. “So have you and J-Hope decided who the godfather will be?”

All the boys wanted something to do with the twins. It was a big deal to them. Of course, Suga’s brother was going to be one of the godfathers, but the other was up for debate. Mallory said that Jungkook was probably the closest to it, since he helped Mallory endlessly. J-Hope, of course, stepped it up for this. He was helpful anyways, but his constant schedule kept him from it.

Jungkook grinned. “We all know it’s going to be me.” He joked, and it was then that the others began filing in. He watched, incredibly unnerved, as everyone moved into the space, and his eyes kept shifting around, looking for the girl that he’d given his heart to.

Mallory reached over and took his hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Calm down. She’ll be here, stop looking around so frantically, you’ll give yourself whiplash.”

He offered a sheepish smile, and looked down at his feet. “Sorry!” A voice whispered harshly, and Suga slid into place beside Mallory, kissing her cheek and placing one hand on her stomach. “That took longer than I thought it would.”

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