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November Rain (JungkookXOC)

Angst/Romance/Dystopian JungkookxOC story with some JiminxOC. Extended on several parts, total ~37k words. You can read Part 1.1 / Part 1.2 / Part 1.3 / Part 2.1

Part 2.2

I spent most of the next two months hands in hands with Jimin. It was scary, the way he managed to make my heart flutter in such a short amount of time. It had become easier to leave Jungkook in the corner of my mind since school was over, as my match was one of the only person I would see since then.

“What’s on your mind, Dayeon?”

I opened my eyes to look at the head not to far up from mine and I smiled. Jimin might have seen the small frown on my face when the image of the one I wasn’t supposed to think about popped in my mind.

While he was sitting comfortably on the freshly cut grass of the Center park, legs stretched and arms holding himself behind his back, I had my head resting on his lap. The part of my legs that weren’t covered by my shorts was caressed by the warm and tingly grass.

Of course, this scene was rather familiar to me, but Jimin had been insisting to lay by the sun for a bit. I couldn’t say no, but I also couldn’t chase away the image of Jungkook beside me.

“I… I was just thinking about the Matching Ceremony.”

It was only half a lie. The Ceremony was also filling a big part of my mind as it was approaching way quicker than I thought. The Matching banquet seemed not so long ago, yet almost nine months had passed.

Since we would be living in my city, the Society decided it would be nice to have our Ceremony at Jimin’s city instead. It wasn’t very complicated, nor as stressing as the Matching Banquet considering we knew exactly what would be the unfold of it. Both our families and friends would attend. I would be walking on an alley with my father, who would then accept the continuing of the ceremony by shaking my match’s hand. One of the Matching Ceremony’s representative would lead the event, and after exchanging our vows, we would exchange the rings and seal the Ceremony with a kiss.

Our first kiss.

Jimin smiled as he looked up to the sky again. “The last months arrived so quickly… I can’t believe the Ceremony is so soon.” He thought out loud and I closed my eyes again, relaxing by the sound of his voice. “I’m rather excited for it. It means our adult lives truly begin.” I simply hummed in agreement, too lazy to formulate an answer, and there was a short silence before he spoke again. “Are you excited about it?”

I opened my eyes again to see he was staring down at me. For a second I noticed what seemed like a flash of worry pass in his eyes but I reassured him with a smile. “Of course, I am.” I sat up beside him and rested my head on his shoulder.

We stayed in this position for a while, not needing any words to fill up the atmosphere. Jimin shifted a bit closer, one of his hands resting against one of mine while his head leaned on mine.

“Is… Is the kiss scaring you?” His voice was a bare whisper when he spoke. I had learned enough about him not to need to look to know he was blushing. There weren’t many things we didn’t know about each other anymore. Not only the time we spent together made us know one another more, but it also created this thick bond between us.

I shrugged at his question, keeping my eyes on the horizon where the sun was slowly making its way down to the trees. “Maybe a bit, but the Ceremony as a whole scares me more. It’s so… I mean I know it’s going to go well, but it’s such an important step in our lives, it’s stressing.”

Jimin hummed and I felt his thumb drawing small patterns against the top of my hand. “It is, but I promise it’ll go perfectly fine.” He answered and I nodded slowly, feeling him shift a bit. He moved his head away from mine and I felt him place a kiss on my head.

It felt like my heart had skipped a beat. Each minute that I spent with him made me grow fond of him more. When he was by my side, Jungkook would almost completely fade away from my mind and thoughts.

Almost.

It upsetted me, every time I went back home after spending the day with my match, because my best friend wouldn’t go away. He wouldn’t leave me alone, leave my heart alone. Jimin made me happy and I knew I made him happy, too, yet it didn’t matter how drawn to him I was, Jungkook was always filling a tiny part of my mind. I couldn’t stop missing him.

I couldn’t stop missing his eyes, his face, his touches, his presence by my side. Spending 18 years with someone and having them disappear all of a sudden changes everything. I would have never been ready for such a change. I wasn’t nine months ago, and I still wasn’t to that day.

***

I closed my eyes tightly before opening them again. My reflection in the mirror was still the same, so I figured it wasn’t a dream like I thought it might have been.

Yura was standing behind me and I could see her eyes were a bit red. I turned around to face her and gave her a comforting smile. “Don’t be like this, the Ceremony hasn’t even begun.” I told her and she smiled back, one tear quickly running down her cheek.

“I know, Dayeon, but you just look so pretty… And I can’t believe I’m right here by your side for this.”

I went to her and took her in my arms, hugging her tightly. She did just the same before moving back to have a look at my clean white dress. She turned me around and I looked at myself a second time, eyes wandering up and down my tall figure through the glass.

I smiled at my reflection. I was indeed pretty in this dress. My hair was curled again, just as they were for the Matching Banquet, but this time I decided to tie them up in a bun. There were a few little crystal-like pins decorating my hair, a few strands falling loosely around my face. The dress was so long I couldn’t see my feet at all. I looked just like the princesses in the storybooks we were reading when we were younger.

An employee from the city hall walked in our small dressing room and I turned to face her. The lady smiled to me, complimenting my look before announcing the Ceremony would begin shortly. I only had a couple of minutes left before my father would come and get me. She motioned Yura to follow her and my friend nodded, giving me a last quick hug and a subtle peck on the cheek before leaving.

“You got this, Yeon, you’ll be the most shinning stars of all tonight.” She whispered to my ear before following the employee and the door to the room was closed.

I went to sit on the small couch on the side of the room and closed my eyes for a moment. I tried imagining Jimin in his suit, waiting for me at the end of the alley with his angel-like eye smile.

But who I saw waiting for me was Jungkook instead.

I gasped and opened my eyes immediately, feeling guilt spread in my whole body again. I shouldn’t be thinking about him, especially on this day. I stood quickly and paced around the room. Jimin, Jimin, Jimin, only think about Jimin. I repeated to myself over and over again as I stepped around the room. How dare he pop up in my mind during such an event? It was simply unfair.

I walked to the mirror and stared at myself again, slightly frowning. Today, you’re getting officially matched with the one who is right for you. It’s not time to think about the one who it was a mistake to fall for.

The door to the room opened again and I turned around, immediately smiling when I saw my father peeking in. When he saw me, his face lighted up as well and he walked inside, closing the door behind him. As he took several steps in my direction, I noticed his eyes seemed teary.

“Oh, Dayeon, you look so incredible in your dress, your mom is going to love it.” He said as he arrived in front of me. He stayed still and looked down at me, probably wishing to keep this image in his memory forever.

I knew my father wasn’t one inclined to physical affection a lot, but I still went to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and resting my head on his chest. “Thank you, dad.” I whispered to him and, to my surprise, he did rest his hands against my back before pecking my forehead softly.

“You make me think of your mother like this, Dayeon. She was just as stunning as you are. I was the happiest man when I saw her walking down the alley with her father, and I’m sure your match will be just as happy.”

His words warmed my heart and I thanked him before moving back and turning to face the mirror again. I made some last fixes with my dress and hair before turning again. “So, it’s time?” I asked him and he nodded, giving me his arm.

“It is, sweetheart.”

I nodded and wrapped my arm with his. We exited the small room and he brought me to the main room where the Ceremony was held. The two large doors were closed and I could hear people chatting inside, probably getting ready as well. The chatters slowly faded and it became completely quiet. I wondered if my father could hear my heartbeat from where he was.

The official Matching Ceremony’s song started playing in the other room and it was the signal for us to go. I straightened my back and took a deep breath before my father pushed the door open and we stepped inside the full room.

On the right of the alley, the benches were filled with people from Jimin’s family as well as his friends. The benches on the left were occupied by my family and friends. Everyone turned from their seat to look at my father and I, some gasping, some aweing and some tearing up.

At the end of the alley, along with the Ceremony’s representative, was my match. Park Jimin. He was standing straight, his hands in front of him with a bright smile on his face. He was looking straight at me, his eyes filled with what I came to know was love.

Just like Jungkook used to stare at me.

I almost tripped on my own feet at the thought and unconsciously held tighter onto my father’s arm. I hoped he would only think it was out of nervousness. My smile never left my lips, or I really wished it didn’t. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Yura on the left side of the small stage. She had a genuinely happy smile on her face as well, and in her hand, was a small box.

On the other side, her match, Hoseok, was holding another box as well. Our rings. How odd it was that our two witnesses had to be matched together. Just like my parents’ were.

And just like Jungkook’s.

This time I wasn’t able not to look down at my feet for a mere second. When I looked up again, we were getting closer to the little stage and I saw Jimin’s eyes silently asking if everything was alright. He probably noticed my uneasiness, so I comforted him with a smile and he let it slide, smiling back to me again.

My father brought me up in front of my match and let go of my hand before turning to the other male. Jimin, his smile not leaving his face, looked at my father and bowed at him. “Park Jimin, by the care of a father for his daughter, I accept the love that has been blooming between the two of you.” His low voice echoed in the quiet room. Like this, he looked like the most powerful man. After shaking Jimin’s hand, my father took mine and gave it to my match. “Han Dayeon, by the power of a father on his family, I wish that you take Park Jimin’s hand and that this love continues flowering until life has given you all it has to offer.”

The room became completely quiet again and my father, after bowing one last time, walked down to the benches to sit by my mom on the first row. When my eyes met her, I saw she was already crying.

The representative invited our witnesses to bring the rings, and so did they. Yura and Hoseok walked to us and each opened their small boxes, which contained the two golden rings. In my box was Jimin’s while in his was mine. Jimin was the first to take his and when he looked at me, it felt like time had come to a halt.

“Han Dayeon.” He said and I felt a shiver running down my back. “Until life has given us all it has to offer, I, Park Jimin, promise to give you everything a man can give to the woman who makes his heart swell. There will be only you, and I promise to hold onto your hand as tightly as I can as we discover the path of life together.”

With that, Jimin slid the golden ring on the right finger and I felt something warm fall down my left cheek. I quickly blinked to make the tears go away and took the ring from Yura’s box before looking back at Jimin.

“Park Jimin.” It was hard not to let my voice crack, but I had to look strong in front of everyone even though I was so close to collapsing. “Until life has given us all it has to offer, I, Han Dayeon, promise to give you everything a woman can give to the man who makes her heart swell. There will be only you, and I promise to hold onto your hand as tightly as I can as we discover the path of life together.”

One more tear ran down my cheek as I slipped Jimin’s ring on his finger. I didn’t know why I was crying, but hopefully they were cries of happiness. The Ceremony representative then raised his two arms and smiled at us.

“Two rising children of the Society now have their hearths filled with love, and may this love perpetuate even after life has given you all it has to offer.”

I was so lost somewhere in Jimin’s eyes I was a bit startled when I blinked and found him so close, his nose barely touching mine. “I think we have to kiss, now.” He whispered and we both chuckled. I nodded slowly, heart racing in my chest when I closed my eyes and inched closer.

His lips were soft against mine, putting a bit of pressure, but not too much, just enough to make me feel completely dizzy with what I figured was love. I was holding so tightly on his hands and could barely hear the people cheer and applaud around us. All that was occupying my mind was my match, Jimin, and his lips against mine sealing our future together.

And, of course, somewhere deep, deep in a corner, Jungkook was there, too.

***

After the Ceremony came the diner and the first dance. Everyone had the chance to get a piece of cake after the copious meal and, when the tables were freed from the plates and food, the representative came and asked all the couples to stand for the dance.

Jimin stood first, giving me his hand and I gladly took it, giving him a smile as he led me toward the middle of the room for the first dance. It wasn’t a very complex one, but we still had to learn it and be sure to master it before the big day. Jimin, who was an excellent dancer, took the time to help me through the several mistakes I made as well as the numerous times I stepped on his foot. He had been patient the whole time and seeing how much he cared about me only made my heart beat faster for him.

Once in the middle of the small dance floor, he brought me a bit closer, one of his hands circling my waist and the other holding onto one of mine while my other went around his neck. “Do you remember everything I taught you?” Jimin asked and I nodded slowly, looking down at my feet and doing my best to remember every little step and turn.

The music started and so did we. Jimin smoothly led the dance and I followed him as well as I could. Dancing had never been a strong ability of mine but I tried my best to make him proud. As the song went on, more people joined on the floor until all the couples were turning around and moving in synchronization.

I looked around as everyone danced and smiled as I saw my two parents in each other’s arms. It was beautiful to see them like this, both lost in the other’s eyes with a smile on their faces. Like this, I could easily imagine them during their own Matching Ceremony, my mother in a dress similar to mine and my father in a clean suit as they exchanged their first kiss.

Not too far away, I also spotted my friend, Yura, in the arms of her match, Hoseok. They had their Ceremony a week ago, which I attended as her witness as well. Both were giggling, Yura messing with a few parts and Hoseok trying his best to hold her straight up. I had learned from Jimin that both were taking dance classes together, so I figured Hoseok was just as skilled. Like this, our two friends looked like two kids playing around, and it was such an innocent and beautiful sight. From the beginning, I was already certain they would fit exactly together.

When I turned back to look at my own match, he was looking back at me and I noticed a small, subtle frown on his face. “Is everything all right, Dayeon?” He whispered to me and, even though I wanted to say everything was fine, I realized it wasn’t.

There was something, someone, missing.

Jimin sighed and leaned a bit closer, his forehead resting against mine as we continued dancing. This way, no one could really see our faces clearly, so only I could see his expression change into one of worry as my smile crumbled. “What’s wrong?”

My eyes fell onto the floor where our feet still moved around. It surprised myself how I was able to keep dancing while my mind was completely busy thinking about other things.

It was rare that I would let my wall break in front of him, especially because the reason I had built it wasn’t one I could scream to the whole world. There were some times, though, when it was simply too hard to smile in front of my match, so I would use all of my strength to modify the reality into something more right. Something I had the right to think.

“I wish Jungkook could see me today. I wish he was there to dance with us as well.” I confessed, closing my eyes to avoid Jimin’s. I would usually avoid his eyes when I had to talk about my best friend, but that only made it easier for him since, this way, he didn’t need to hide his pain. Thus, I never saw it.

I heard him hum, his hand caressing my back as we continued swaying among the crowd. I knew he didn’t know what to say, and it was completely fine like this. I didn’t really expect him to say anything either. I understood there was simply nothing to say. Nothing could have made me feel better. There were no words to sooth the pain of a loss.

In the arms of Jimin, my newly husband, whom I loved and cared for, I continued dancing until the songs were over and the couples parted. We had stayed quiet for the dances that had followed and bowed once the music came to an halt. Then everyone applauded and the echo of the last clap marked the end of the Matching Ceremony.

Long life to the matches, and may this love perpetuate even after life has given you all it has to offer.

But the Society couldn’t just stop after one mistake, could It?

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