#bts wedding

[bangtanhoneys]

BTS WEDDING SERIES: DIY Together

SEOKJIN

It had reached the two-week mark till your wedding and you and Seokjin had arrived on Jeju Island yesterday afternoon. With so many things to bring including Seokjin’s suit, your dress, some decor, favours and so much more, you had piled everything into the car and made the nine-hour journey from Seoul to Jeju. It had been a great idea at the time but when you finally arrived in your room, you didn’t want to think about wedding stuff. Sleep was the important thing.

However, the moment you sprung out of bed this morning, you had a checklist of things to do. You had already spoken to the wedding organiser, the company organising your decor, the cake maker, the catering and it wasn’t even lunchtime yet. Seokjin had been in charge of unloading the car (with strong warnings not to look into the bag that contained your dress) and bringing everything into your room while you made the phone calls. 

“Are we done for the day?” Seokjin groaned, sitting down on the couch in the suite and kicking off his shoes. 

“You are but I want to finish off everyone’s boutonnieres and I want to get started on the packaging for the favours,” you explained as you came out with the box with everything you needed.

Your groom-to-be took one look at the box and sighed, nodding. “Okay, let’s order some room service then I’ll help with the favours. I have no idea what the other thing is.”

“You’ll see,” you called over your shoulder as he disappeared to make the call and you settled on the floor in front of the couch, clearing the coffee table and laying everything you needed over it. You flicked the TV on, bringing up one of the many idol variety shows.

You were slowly crafting a fishing lure boutonniere, using artificial flowers that were going to match your decor of dreamy blues and pinks and a specific fishing lure that reminded you of Seokjin. And then you would do the rest of the boys and the fathers. 

“That’s so well done,” Seokjin exclaimed when he came back with the food and stood over the coffee table, watching in amazement at how quickly you tackled your task. “Are they fishing lures?”

“Yup,” you nodded as you pulled your gaze away from the TV screen and to what you were making. “I’m just doing Jimin’s right now. Then I’ve got Tae’s and Jungkook’s then our fathers.”

“What an amazing idea. What am I doing?” he asked, clearing a small enough space to lay your lunch out. 

After finishing Jimin’s fishing lure, you reached over and pulled out the box that was inside the other box. Inside were large white shells made of plastic and a black pen. “You need to count out how many of these we need for each table. These are the place cards,” you said as you handed over the box of white shells.

“You’ve really thought of everything,” Seokjin grinned as he held one shell up.

“Someone had to take control of the wedding planning.”

YOONGI

The spare room in the apartment you shared with Yoongi, Holly and the cat, had been turned into Wedding HQ as Yoongi had called it. Anything and everything that was related to the wedding had been put in the spare room with a desk, a chair and a mini fridge. It had become your DIY heaven with Yoongi only allowing in if he was helping. 

The wedding was five days away and there was still plenty to be done according to the checklist you had on the wall. Families were coming in from Daegu, other families were coming from parts of South Korea and internationally as well. Rehearsals were going to take place in two days, your dress was at your mothers, the suits were ready to be collected and you had one final meeting with the venue and the florist who would be decorating the venue. 

It was all systems go.

And it seemed Yoongi had realised that when he taken one look at the checklist.

He had woken you that morning, bright and early. Like 6am early. Shoved you out of bed, made you take a shower, took you on a coffee run with the dog to get breakfast and then had declared on the way back home that he was going to help you with whatever you needed doing relating to the wedding. 

Including picking up at least four large boxes of tangerines which had been especially ordered for your wedding. 

Thank god for the NBA and the reruns that kept the apartment from sounding empty as you both sat in front of it, the coffee table covered in various bits and pieces. Yoongi was carefully wiping down the small bottles of whiskey and pink gin, ready to put on the personalised stickers you had ordered.

You, on the other hand, were carefully writing everyone’s names on white card cut into the shape of leaves. These would be pinned into the tangerines as place cards for your guests. 

“Is this good whiskey?” Yoongi asked, half way through cleaning the bottles. 

“It’s from the same place you get your whiskey so I assume so,” you shrugged as you placed the card you had already done on the table.

“And the tangerines are for?”

“Do you not know anything?” you laughed, as you paused what you were doing and held the leaf. “This will be pinned into the tangerine, as a place card so the guests will know where they're sitting. The whiskey and the pink gin are favours for our guests.”

“Ah,” Yoongi hummed as he pulled the stickers closer to his face.

“Do you remember we’re getting married?”

The look you got in return said it all. Yes, he did, just about. 

HOSEOK

While it seemed like a good idea at the time, Hobi was regretting what he had suggested. Doing it for the members as gifts had been an easy pastime that he could do on camera with ARMY and it was all in good fun, he could take his time and it would be that. 

Making approximately 275 BTS friendship bracelets was proving rather difficult even if the wedding was two weeks away and he had barely got started. Thankfully the BT21 company had jumped in well beforehand and made all the charms to go with it to match each BTS member - an acorn for Hobi, a cat for Yoongi, a rabbit for Jungkook, an alpaca for Jin, a bear for Taehyung, a Koala for Namjoon and a chick for Jimin. They had also made all the colour beads that responded to each member: red, black, purple, pink, green, yellow and blue and they had made the name beads as well.

All Hobi had to do was put it all together. 

You had finished the place cards yesterday and the moment Hobi had laid eyes on you, you knew what was going to be asked. Sure enough, you were in HYBE offices that looked like a conference room with all the coloured beads in each of their compartments with the charms in another box. 

“This was a stupid idea,” Hobi muttered with a sigh as he tackled 39 bracelets he would have to make in his own colours. 

“It is stupid but it’s cute. Who wouldn’t want a friendship bracelet, made by one of the BTS members personally for their wedding?” you mused as you tackled the 39 bracelets you had to make in Yoongi’s colours of black, grey with a cat and the beads representing Suga. 

“I bet most of them will be sold.” he sighed as he finished one and held it aloft in triumph. “One down. Another 38 to go.”

“Why don’t you go on live with ARMY while you do this? I’ll just be over here with Suga,” you suggested as you held up the cat charm in question which really did look like Yoongi. He was going to be so pissed. 

“It would make this go quicker,” Hobi nodded. 

“And whatever we don’t finish here, we’ll take home. Maybe we can rope in the boys in return for cooking dinner,” you laughed as you finished off your Suga bracelet and began your second one. 

“Don’t let Namjoon get hold of these, he’ll break them,” Hobi muttered as he got the camera set up. “Hi ARMY! Help!!”

NAMJOON

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help?”

“Joon, I’ve got this. You’ve got stuff you need to finish before the wedding which is just over a week to go. I can get these done today and then everything will be finished, and we don’t have to worry about a thing,” you promised as you made your coffee for the morning. 

Namjoon was feeling guilty that he was leaving the last minute wedding prep to you while he dealt with finishing off producing and writing lyrics that were breathing down his neck. Not even the prospect of him getting married was allowing his schedule to slow down. If anything it was heating up, as they knew they wouldn’t have Namjoon for a whole week for the wedding and then the honeymoon which was going to last three weeks. 

“Go on, I’ll be fine. I’ve got my podcast to catch up on, my office is cleared and ready to get started so go on,” you grabbed your mug filled with iced coffee and you kissed your future husband on the cheek, making your way to your office. 

Sent in from America, specially stored and prepped for your wedding, the magnolia leaves were the perfect way to finish off your wedding. The centrepieces you had picked were long foliage runners, mixed in with glassware of candles or floating candles in water, with a few white peonies here and there. Your welcome sign was even decorated to match the same so these place cards were the final thing you needed.

130 names were on the computer screen, ready for you to copy. You had a table placed at the side with the table numbers on sticky notes so you could sort the names into the right tables then bag them up. You were very much organised, everything was done. 

Dress collected, suits collected, final meetings apart from one with the venue were done. The florist was getting to work, your photographer and wedding videographer had been in touch. The music had been sent, your entertainment for the night and the day had confirmed the final playlist, the cake designer had confirmed they were baking the cakes and everything was going exactly according to plan. 

Even the tickets for your honeymoon had arrived early, along with a new passport for Namjoon. 

With your podcast playing on Spotify, you settled in your chair with your marker pen and got to work. It was a bit tedious writing out the names in white marker and thankfully you ordered extra pens and leaves for mistakes. 

“Okay, I’m here to help,” Namjoon popped into your office with his own mug of coffee.

“You finished already?” you questioned, turning down the volume on your speakers.

“Half-way but I wanted to come and help and then I’ll go back to it.”

He took the leaves you had already done and the printed list of tables with the guest in the right spot, starting to put each leaf with the right table. In the end, it was the perfect team effort. 

JIMIN

It seemed like an easy thing to pick when it came to favours. If anything, Jimin had picked it long before you had even thought about it. And nothing had been said until 150 mini bottles of expensive champagne had arrived at your front door two weeks before your wedding date. 

Thankfully you were quite skilled when it came to card and paper and printing stuff so you had spent the night printing 150 tags to tie around the bottles with ‘cheers’ and your wedding date on it, with space to write the guests name if you wanted to. 

Jimin, being Jimin, decided that today would be the day you would tie these tags on the bottles and make a date night out of it with takeaway pizza and burgers and some Korean food, some wine to finish it off and the show you both had been dying to see. 

“You know, I never realised how much goes into a wedding until we started planning ours,” Jimin commented as he folded his legs underneath him while cutting the pink ribbon to the size you wanted. 

“I didn’t realise how much you had to think about the guests more than the bride and groom,” you laughed as you punched holes in the top of the pink card, admiring the way the gold writing glittered under your living room lamps.

“That’s true, we’ve dedicated a whole menu and cake to them and now this,” he added after stopping to count how many ribbons he had actually cut. “But then again, it’s all worthwhile, right?”

“Yeah, the photographs will look nice.” 

“I didn’t mean that!” Jimin gently pushed at your shoulder, allowing all the ribbon to fall to the floor.

“We’ll never get these finished if you don’t stop daydreaming,” you added as you put the cards you had finished on the table before you. “And don’t even think about testing them either.”

TAEHYUNG

Trying to figure out what favours to do for 800 people was a nightmare. Trying to print out 800 place cards was an even bigger nightmare but the night before you were due to fly out to Los Angeles, you had managed to do it. The favours, however, still remained a mystery. 

However, you had landed in Los Angeles three weeks before your wedding with your parents, your wedding dress, all the extra bits and pieces that needed to be brought over and Taehyung would follow on in a few days after finishing up some schedules.

That meant you had plenty of time to get started on the place cards with your mother and father helping. You had found a place not far from the apartment that sold little red roses made out of red velvet and they had enough for you to finish off the place cards in your hotel suite, with your father sticking the rose down on the card you had cut and your mother sorting them out into tables.

“What are we going to do for favours?” you had asked Taehyung the first night in Los Angeles. 

“I’ll see what I can think of.”

“Because we have designers and celebrities.”

The chuckle you got and reassurances did nothing to stem the worry. You knew this was going to be a wedding people would talk about for the next year or so and that was a constant worry for you - to make it deeply personal to you and Taehyung but also taking into consideration of who was coming. 

However, the worry was for nothing because Taehyung came up with the idea when got to the hotel room with an extra suitcase. “Books! Look at these,” he said as he opened the suitcase and pulled out second-hand books that looked like they had come from the 1920s or 1930s. 

However, some were newer including a well-read copy of the Godfather and the Great Gatsby. 

“I guess we need to go book shopping then.”

JUNGKOOK

It was great having a talented boyfriend, sorry, fiance. And it was great when he had plenty of artistic talent that he wanted to use on the wedding in its final stages and final two weeks. You were set up in his parent's house, using the spare room to sleep and store all the things you had brought with you including your dress. 

Seokjin, however, was in charge of bringing Jungkook’s suit and the rings and anything important that Jungkook should have been in charge of. Not that you didn’t trust him, you knew how distracted he got. 

How he managed to sit himself down at his parents' dining table that was covered in newspaper as he painted the wooden names in black paint which were going to be your guests' place cards. 

You, on the other hand, were very carefully prepping the 100 candles the two of you had chosen together. The scent represented the two of you - vanilla for Jungkook, blueberry for you with a hint of eucalyptus. 100 black stickers had been printed with your initials and the date of your wedding in white writing with small purple flowers. 

If there was one thing people were going to take from your wedding, it would be the colour scheme. 

“How many more of these do I have left?” Jungkook asked, bambi eyes focused on making sure he left no piece of wood uncovered and that the black paint covered everything. 

“You’ve got another fifty to go,” you answered as you looked up from where you were smoothing the stickers down the glass of the candle. 

“At least it’s not 800 guests like Tae-hyung,” he laughed as he set the name down on a spare piece of paper on the table and picked up another name to paint.

“We’ve got one of the smallest weddings to be fair,” you picked up another candle and breathed in the scent, letting Jungkook sniff it as he leaned over to have a look. “And we’ve gone for the simple ideas of place cards and favours.”

“That’s why we’re the genius couple.”

“Go Team Jeon.”

[jincapableoflove]

The One That Got Away (Almost) | one-shot

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: ex bf! jungkook, ex gf! reader, exes to lovers, second chances, wedding setting, mutual pining, angst, fluff.

Summary: You weren’t supposed to see him again. Not after everything. But when your mutual friends invite you to their wedding, you’re forced to face Jungkook—the boy who once had your heart, the man you never quite got over.

Word count: 3k+

Warnings:  tension-filled reunion, emotional vulnerability, painful reminiscing, longing stares, unresolved feelings, mutual pining, a near kiss, ambiguous ending (or is it?), fluff and angst intertwined.

Inspired by: diamonddaze01's fic "hesitate"

MOODBOARD

A/N: something i whipped up in less than an hour lmaooo idk what this i was studying for my finals and then suddenly got inspired. not edited/proofread

The moment you step inside, a wave of warmth and laughter crashes against you, loud enough to drown out the doubts still clawing at your mind.

You shouldn’t have come. You knew that the second you reached the grand entrance, standing outside for far too long, debating whether to turn around and disappear before anyone noticed you. But now, it’s too late. You’re here—surrounded by the golden glow of chandeliers, the delicate scent of fresh flowers, and the low hum of a string quartet playing in the background.

Guests in elegant attire drift past you, their smiles easy, their conversations effortless. You, on the other hand, feel out of place. Like a misplaced puzzle piece in a picture you no longer belong to. Your fingers tighten around the small purse in your hands, grounding yourself, trying to suppress the voice in your head that keeps whispering this was a mistake.

And then—your eyes lift, almost instinctively, drawn to a presence you don’t even realize you’re searching for.

There he is.

Jeon Jungkook.

Standing across the room, looking just as devastating as the last time you saw him. Maybe even more. His dark hair is neatly styled, but there’s still a hint of unruliness to it, like he ran his fingers through it moments ago. The sharp lines of his tuxedo fit him perfectly, tailored to a body you remember far too well. But it’s his face that steals your breath—because it’s different now.

A small silver pierces through his eyebrow, catching the warm light as he turns his head slightly. Your stomach tightens at the sight of it. Then your gaze drops, lower, to his mouth—oh. There’s a ring on his lower lip nowtoo, resting at the corner like it belongs there, like it’s always been there.

But it hasn’t.

He didn’t have them before. Not when you knew him.

And yet, standing there,with his piercing gaze locked onto yours, it’s impossible to imagine him any other way. Like this is who he was always meant to be. Like the boy you knew is long gone, replaced by someone sharper, someone who looks like he’s seen more, lived more.

Jungkook doesn’t look away.

And neither do you.

Because the moment your gaze collides with his, time folds in on itself, pulling you back to places you swore you’d never return to. Memories flicker at the edges of your mind, ones you spent too long trying to bury. Ones that still have the power to unravel you if you’re not careful.

But as he lifts his glass to his lips—piercing catching against the rim, a slow smirk tugging at his mouth—you realize something else.

You’re not careful. You've never been careful.

Not when it comes to him.

The air between you tightens, crackling with a tension you don’t know how to name. For a second, neither of you move. Neither of you speak.

Then—he takes a breath, tilting his head slightly. His lip ring glints under the warm lights, the movement drawing your attention, and suddenly, you’re hyper-aware of everything about him. The sharp cut of his jaw, his muscular frame, the way time has altered him in small, striking ways—yet, somehow, he’s still unmistakably Jungkook.

You force yourself to approach. You can’t just stand here, frozen, when he’s already watching you with that unreadable expression.

"Jungkook," you say, your voice carefully even.

"Y/N." His lips curve, just slightly, but there’s something guarded in his tone. Something that wasn’t always there.

The polite exchange feels strange—stiff and unfamiliar, like wearing a shirt that no longer fits right. There’s an awkwardness to it, a hesitance. You’ve spoken to him a thousand times before, but not like this. Not with this much distance wedged between you.

Before either of you can find the right words, a voice cuts through the thick silence.

"Oh my God, you two!"

You barely have time to process before Hana, your best friend, who is glowing and radiant in her wedding dress, steps between you, beaming. "I can’t believe this reunion is happening at my wedding," she gushes, clasping her hands together.

Jungkook exhales a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck, while you muster up a smile, though your fingers tighten around your clutch.

"You were inseparable back then," Hana sighs dreamily, glancing between you. "I honestly thought you’d still be together."

Your smile falters.

Jungkook chuckles, low and soft, but there’s something strained in the sound—something only noticeable if you know what to listen for. And you do.

Before you can respond, another voice joins the conversation.

"Yeah, you two were a team."

You turn just as Namjoon walks up, hands in his pockets, a knowing glint in his eyes. He nods toward you both. "If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you both planned to avoid each other tonight."

Your breath catches, fingers curling slightly.

Because he’s right.

You weren’t supposed to see Jungkook. You weren’t supposed to be standing here, side by side, being dissected by old friends who still remember you as a pair.

It’s too much. The past presses in too tightly, threatening to unravel the fragile walls you’ve built around it.

You clear your throat, shifting on your feet. "I should—um, I need to go check on something."

The excuse is weak, but no one stops you.

Jungkook doesn’t stop you.

You turn on your heel, slipping into the crowd, the weight of his gaze lingering long after you walk away.

The memory creeps in before you can stop it. It always does when it comes to him.

Maybe it’s the way his voice sounded just now—lower, more restrained, like he was holding something back. Maybe it’s the way his lips curved into that half-smile, the same one you used to know, except now there’s something different about it. Something heavier.

Or maybe it’s just this place—this moment—forcing you to remember.

The beginning of the end wasn’t loud. There was no big fight, no shattered glasses or slammed doors. It was quiet. Subtle. The kind of unraveling that happens so slowly you don’t notice until it’s too late.

It started with the missed calls. You’d stare at your phone, watching the screen go dark after ringing out, telling yourself he’d call back. Sometimes he did. Sometimes he didn’t. You told yourself it didn’t matter. That he was busy. That you were busy. That things would go back to normal soon.

But they didn’t.

Then came the growing distance—conversations that used to last for hours dwindled to minutes. The effortless ease between you started to fade, replaced by careful words and spaces that never used to exist. You still reached for each other, still tried to hold on, but it wasn’t the same. It was like grasping at something that had already begun slipping through your fingers.

And then, one day, you realized—neither of you was fighting for it anymore.

Maybe that was the worst part.

Not the silence. Not the aching loneliness that settled between you even when you were in the same room. Not even the final moment when you walked away, knowing it was over.

No, the worst part was knowing that, in the end, you had both stopped choosing each other.

You wonder if Jungkook ever regretted it.

If he ever picked up his phone and almost called you. If he ever looked at old photos, reread old messages, and felt the same pang in his chest that you do now.

But as you steal a glance at him across the room—his piercing catching the light, his expression unreadable—you realize you don’t have an answer. Maybe you never will.

The soft hum of a love song drifts through the air, weaving its way through the golden-lit ballroom. You recognize it instantly—one of those songs that used to play in the background of late-night drives and whispered conversations, back when everything between you and Jungkook was easy. When love felt effortless.

You should walk away.

But before you can, Hana’s voice breaks through your thoughts.

She appears beside you, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, come on," she teases, giving your arm a gentle push. "It’s just one dance."

You blink. "Hana—"

"Y/N."

His voice comes from behind you, deep and low, sending a shiver down your spine. When you turn, Jungkook is already standing there, hand outstretched, waiting.

The sight of him like this—watching you with quiet intent, his fingers inches from yours—it makes something in your chest tighten. His eyebrow piercing glints under the chandelier light, and for a second, you wonder how much has really changed between you.

You hesitate.

You should say no.

But you don’t.

Instead, you exhale a quiet breath and place your hand in his.

The warmth of his palm against yours is startling, a reminder of how well you once fit together. His grip is firm but careful as he leads you to the dance floor, and when his other hand finds the small of your back, you feel the air shift—like the past and present have begun to blur.

You move together, slow and measured, like muscle memory kicking in. The tension that once hung between you begins to soften, melting into something quieter, something almost tender.

But beneath it, the pain lingers.

It lingers in the way Jungkook’s fingers tighten slightly around yours. In the way his eyes search yours, like he’s trying to remember something he lost. Or maybe something he let go of too soon.

And then, softly—so softly you almost miss it—he speaks.

"Do you ever think about it?"

You inhale sharply, your chest tightening.

There’s no need to ask what it is. You know.

Your fingers curl slightly against his shoulder, and for the first time in a long time, you let yourself be honest.

"All the time," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook swallows. And when he looks at you, it’s not just him looking at you. It’s the boy you used to love. The boy who once knew you better than anyone else. The boy who, despite everything, still holds a piece of you.

He looks at you like he’s seeing a version of the past—one he still wishes was real.

The night air is crisp against your skin as you step onto the terrace, exhaling a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. The muffled hum of music and laughter fades behind you, leaving only the quiet rustling of leaves and the distant hum of the city. You press your hands against the cool railing, tilting your head back to stare at the sky.

You needed this. A moment to breathe. To gather the thoughts that have been unraveling since the moment you locked eyes with Jungkook tonight.

But you’re not alone for long.

Footsteps echo softly against the stone floor, and then—

"Running away again?"

The voice is unmistakable.

You don’t turn around, but your lips twitch. "Maybe."

Jungkook exhales a quiet chuckle, stepping beside you. His shoulder is close enough to feel, radiating warmth, but he doesn’t touch you. He just leans against the railing, mirroring your stance, gazing out at the horizon.

For a while, neither of you speak. It’s not the same suffocating silence that had filled the space between you before—it’s something different. Something hesitant, fragile.

And then, finally—

"I should have fought harder." His voice is low, but there’s no mistaking the weight behind it. "For us."

You swallow, fingers tightening against the railing. "We both should have."

Jungkook turns his head, watching you carefully. His eyebrow piercing catches the faint glow of the terrace lights, but it’s his eyes that hold you captive—deep, searching, carrying years’ worth of unspoken words.

"I never stopped wondering about you," he confesses. "Where you were. If you were happy. If you ever…" He trails off, shaking his head slightly, as if the words are too much.

Your chest aches.

Because you know exactly how he feels.

Your breath trembles as you force yourself to meet his gaze. "I never stopped missing you."

Something shifts in his expression—something raw and unguarded, like he wasn’t expecting you to say it out loud. His fingers flex against the railing, and for a split second, you think he might reach for you.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, you stand there, under the vast stretch of stars, caught in the space between what was and what could have been.

The world narrows to this moment.

The distant laughter and music from the wedding fade into nothing. The cool night air, the stars overhead, the lingering scent of roses from the terrace garden—none of it matters. Not when Jungkook is standing this close. Not when his eyes are locked onto yours like he’s searching for something he lost.

You don’t know how long you’ve been standing there, just looking at each other. But it feels like forever. And yet, not nearly long enough.

Then, so softly you almost think you imagined it, his fingers brush against yours.

It’s the lightest touch—barely there—but it’s enough. Enough to make your breath hitch, to send a shiver through your skin, to remind you how it used to feel when touching him wasn’t a question, just instinct.

His hand lingers, and your fingers twitch, tempted to curl around his.

Jungkook shifts closer.

Your pulse thrums as his gaze flickers down—to your lips, then back to your eyes. You can feel the heat radiating from him, see the slight hesitation in the way he exhales, slow and measured, like he’s trying to steady himself.

Then, he leans in.

Just a little. Just enough that you can feel his breath ghosting over your lips, warm and intoxicating.

Your heart pounds.

And for one fleeting, reckless second, you think—Maybe this time.

But then—

"Jungkook!"

The name cuts through the night like a blade, shattering the fragile moment between you.

You both freeze.

His shoulders tense, his lips part like he wants to say something—but the spell is broken.

Reality crashes down.

The night is ending. You can feel it in the way the air shifts, in the distant sound of laughter echoing from the reception hall, in the quiet, unspoken weight pressing between you and Jungkook.

He stands before you, hands buried in his pockets, eyes flickering with something unreadable. For a moment, he just looks at you—like he’s memorizing your face, like he’s trying to hold onto something before it slips away.

Like he wants to say something.

But then, instead of words, he exhales softly and smiles.

It’s small. Sad. Fleeting. The kind of smile that carries years of unsaid apologies, of missed chances, of everything that could have been but never was.

And just like that, you know.

This is goodbye.

Behind him, Namjoon watches the exchange, arms crossed, shaking his head with the kind of knowing that makes your chest ache. “Some things never change,” he mutters, almost to himself.

Maybe he’s right. Maybe this is just another chapter of the same old story—one where you watch Jungkook walk away, and he lets you.

Maybe this is how it’s always meant to end.

Your fingers twitch at your sides. You should let him go.

But—

"Jungkook."

His name barely makes it past your lips, but it’s enough. Enough to stop him in his tracks, enough to make his shoulders tense before he slowly turns back to face you. His expression is guarded, hesitant—like he doesn’t want to hope but can’t help it anyway.

Your pulse pounds, hands trembling at your sides. You don’t have the perfect words, no grand speech or well-rehearsed confession. But maybe you don’t need one. Maybe all that matters is this.

"Would you stay if I asked you to?"

The night air hangs heavy between you, thick with anticipation. For a heartbeat, you think he won’t answer—that maybe you’re too late.

But then—

His lips part on a quiet, shaky exhale. And when he speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper.

"I would."

Your breath catches.

Jungkook takes a step closer, then another, closing the space between you. His gaze flickers over your face—searching, waiting, making sure this is real. That you won’t take it back.

And you don’t.

For the first time in years, you choose him.

A slow, tentative smile tugs at the corner of his lips, chasing away the sadness that had been lingering there all night. His fingers brush against yours—warm, familiar, grounding.

This time, you don’t pull away.

This time, neither of you let go.

Maybe he was almost the one that got away.

Almost.

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lmk if u liked it <3 (if this gets a good response i may or may not write a part 2/drabble for this couple)

[polinsated]

#thank you nicola

[bizarrelittlemew]

they were gonna get stitched hitched 😭

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[iz1331]

Behind the scenes of Beetlejuice Beetlejuice.

Look at this happy family!!! 🥹 And then they're in full costume so it's freaking easy to just delusion myself that this is movie canon 😭

HELP ME!!!!? THEY'RE SO CUTE 😭 I can't get over this!!! 🪲🕷️💚💜 Winona's smile is so beautiful 🥹 Oh, ghad, Michael, your Betelgeuse is coming through too much. But, that maybe just the fake teeth, still a winning smile.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Behind ‘Bridgerton’ Video Series — New Beginnings: Penelope and Colin

[polin15]

ISN’T IT???

[macaroni-stars]

bitches be like "they are not gay" AND THEN THEY LITERALLY SHARE PANTS

[lonestardust]

9-1-1 LONE STAR : Props from Carlos and TK's wedding, framed photos from the loft

[bangtanhoneys]

BTS WEDDING SERIES: Countdown Begins!

SEOKJIN

Three days. 

That’s all that was left until the day of your wedding and family had started to arrive on Jeju Island, including the boys and your bridal party. Everyone was descending on Jeju like a tidal wave and already locals were starting to see an increase in traffic though they weren’t entirely sure what was going on. The hotel where you would have your ceremony and reception had already started to get things prepped including privacy screens, putting guards on the perimeter to ward off anyone with a camera and other hotels had been warned of what was coming. 

It was dealing with things like military clockwork, which Seokjin had plenty of experience with and was making sure he knew who was coming, how, why and when. 

His parents and your parents had flown over together and had been picked up by Seokjin a the airport, already bombarding him with questions. 

“Emomma, we’re fine. She’s fine, everything is under control. The hotel are doing an amazing job of getting everyone sorted,” Seokjin comforted his mother in the passenger seat with his Dad in the back including his future in-laws.

“The boys are literally on their way now as well and the rest of the bridal party are on the way, and obviously hyung and the babies and Suni are coming tomorrow. Bit of a squeeze but it’s fine, it’s all stuff we’ve prepped for. Anything that can go wrong, we’ve prepped for so I’m not worried,” Seokjin added as he drove the car past the security guards and round where the wedding would take place. 

“It’s looking beautiful already,” your mother commented as they got out the car, seeing the staff lining up the chairs in the garden for your aisle and already the florists were hard at work, prepping some of the bigger pieces of decor such as the arch.

“It’s going to be amazing,” your groom grinned, taking his mother in-laws hand then his mother’s and leading them to where you were finishing the last minute bits.

YOONGI

It had been the plan all along to get married in a simple ceremony with your parents, Yoongi’s brother, Yoongi’s parents and the rest of BTS. You had arranged for the formal Korean ceremony to take place at the Raum with the reception afterwards, allowing you to invite who you needed to and who Yoongi needed to. But for the actual legal ceremony, you both agreed it should be just the two of you. 

You didn’t need the world to see this part where you and Yoongi said your vows, signed the legal piece of documentation and put your rings on. In the end, it was the most important part of your whole wedding week.

Two days before your formal wedding would take place, you were in front of the registrar signing the marriage certificate that declared you and Yoongi husband and wife. 

“Well, that’s the easy part done,” Yoongi laughed as he glanced at the silver wedding band now on his finger while you had a gold wedding band on yours. 

“Party time soon,” you gently nudged his hip as your families joined you outside to take photos. After all, it had been agreed that this part would be intimate, private and just everyone you loved. 

“It’s a pity the Korean wedding ceremony wasn’t as quick as that,” he mused as he tightened his hand around yours. “That would be a waste of money,” you advised as you adjusted your free hand around the small bouquet of flowers, wearing a simple white dress that wouldn’t overshadow your actual wedding dress. 

“True, I did spend a lot of time on those whiskey bottles.”

HOSEOK

Three days to go. That’s what he had to keep reminding himself. Three days to go. 

Hobi had his own little checklist going on for the day as he collected the suits, and delivered items to the venue that would be needed including the 275 friendship bracelets that had taken two days to do even with the boys roped in. 

His parents were arriving in Seoul in two hours with his sister going to pick them up to bring them to the hotel, your parents were also bringing items from home to the hotel to drop off and the boys were finishing up their schedules so they would be clear. 

Rehearsal was going to take place that night and he had caught sight of the room being cleared, seeing the florist and wedding organiser ordering staff to move things around and clear things away. Hotel security had been topped up too and he had stopped on more than one occasion, just double checking as to where he was going. 

Hobi snapped a quick picture of the room in its blank state and sent to you with the words ‘Countdown begins!’

‘My nails are nearly done and I’ll be with you all.’

The picture he got back made him grin - he had sent you with your bridal party to a spa so you could relax, get your facials, pedicure and the like and your best friend had taken a photo of you being glammed up and dotted on by everyone there. 

It was literally countdown and he felt no nerves. He was going to marry his best friend, his number one supporter in everything and the one who he couldn’t imagine living with out. 

Tucking his phone into his pocket, Hobi made his way back to the car as he hummed Bruno Mars’ ‘Marry You’ on the way. 

NAMJOON

He accepted the box from his mother, ignoring the weary look he got and turned to make the long walk to the garden. The wedding was only three days away and already things were in high gear. The family were coming out of town, and he already knew the important individuals such as celebrities and politicians had arrived in Seoul and were at the hotel, HYBE were in full protective mode as guards stood on the perimeter and even Hitman Bang had landed by private jet and was on the way to the hotel to check-in. 

He could hear the boys in the background, pointing out the view from the garden as he carried the box to the small house where you and your maid of honour where separating things to what needed to go to the bridal room or what needed to stay here for the decor. 

Organised chaos you had told him. 

“Happy?” Namjoon asked, setting the box down next to you. 

“Everything is going to plan. You ready for the rehearsal later?” you asked, smiling up at your groom-to-be as he crouched down to open the box. 

“I am. The boys are more than ready from the sounds of it and yes, Hoseok has the rings. He’s checked, double and triple checked.”

You grinned at the answer to the question that was on the tip of your tongue.  

“I’ve got the rings, I promise!” You heard Hobi yell at the bottom of the garden. “JK! Don’t even come near me.”

JIMIN

It was an hour's drive to get to Incheon airport, where your hotel was just a couple of minutes away from. So Jimin had borrowed or bribed, depending on who you listened to, a couple of HYBE’s big cars and loaded the two everything you needed - dress, suits, decor, favours, bridesmaid dresses, and the like. You took one car and he took the other, heading over to the hotel like a convoy. 

Jimin’s parents, brother and family were flying in from Busan and would be arriving in an hour. The rest of the boys would be joining you tomorrow as was the rest of your bridal party. Four days to go but there was so much to do. 

Rehearsal was going to take place tomorrow evening and the hotel had already begun to prep the room with your florist due to arrive tomorrow morning to start work. It was exciting to see your year of planning coming into full swing with everything. 

A private entrance had been arranged for you two to back the cars and start bringing boxes and other bits into the room. “It looks so different,” you commented as you joined Jimin with your own set of boxes, watching as the staff set up the partition with other members of staff rolling tables in. 

“Just think, we’ll be husband and wife by the weekend,” Jimin grinned as he put his box down to wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on top of your shoulder. 

“Hmm, then honeymoon. I can’t wait for that. It’s like a reward for all this planning.”

“A reward? Is marrying me not enough?”

TAEHYUNG

While it may have seemed silly to everyone to arrive in Los Angeles three weeks early, you were glad you did that for the little hick ups that happened. Some guests had pulled out which meant a slight rejig of the table, guests were starting to fly in so Taehyung had to pull out V and greet everyone like a member of BTS. The boys had arrived a week before the wedding, bringing what they needed. 

Now it was three days to the wedding and nerves were starting to set in. You weren’t nervous about marrying Tae, you could go down to the town hall and do it there and then but it was the people who were coming, it was all eyes on you. You wondered if you had planned enough, thought enough, if everything was going to be what you wanted. 

“I can hear you thinking from all the way out here,” Tae commented as he joined you from where you stood, watching the hotel staff turn a blank room into your reception room with another team working on the room down the hallway to transform it into your ceremony room. It was all systems go with plenty of time, yet it felt like there wasn’t.

“I don’t know, I guess I’m just nervous. Not about marrying you but the day itself. All those eyes on us,” you shrugged as you leaned against your future husband. Celebrities, fashion designers, politicians. It wasn’t just going to be your families, it was going to be all the people who had befriended Taehyung over the years. 

“I know but in the end, it’s just you and me,” he said as he took hold of your hand and gave it a good squeeze. “And that’s all that matters at the end of the day. You and me.” 

“And the red roses everywhere.”

JUNGKOOK

“Three days,” he said to you that morning when you opened your eyes to look at the time. 

“Nervous?” you asked as you rolled over to face him. 

“Not nervous. Excited…maybe a little nervous about relying on other people to do a good job but excited for you and me.”

“Everything will be fine - nearly everyone is here anyway and we’ve got rehearsal to do today and a few other bits and then we’ll be done,” you grinned. “Then it will be D-Day and we can finally relax and just get married and then think about our honeymoon.”

Whoever said you could relax in the final days was a liar as you watched the florist secure the beginnings of your wedding decor thanks to the breeze that had arrived that morning. The weather was due to be lovely Busan sun but this light breeze was making you worry a little. 

“You need a haircut,” you heard Seokjin yell from inside the reception room and you hid a grin, hearing Yoongi chastise his younger brother who had obviously darted away from his grasp and run outside. 

“You’d think they were my fathers,” Jungkook muttered as he stood next to you, watching the florist and staff at work. 

“Well they are in a way, but you do need a haircut. I like it when your forehead is exposed.” 

[jincapableoflove]

The One That Got Away (Almost) | Moodboard

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: ex bf! jungkook, ex gf! reader, exes to lovers, second chances, wedding setting, mutual pining, angst, fluff.

Summary: You weren’t supposed to see him again. Not after everything. But when your mutual friends invite you to their wedding, you’re forced to face Jungkook—the boy who once had your heart, the man you never quite got over.

Word count: around 3k+ approx.

[READ FULL ONE-SHOT HERE]

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[polinsated]

polin moments -> flipped -> bonus bts clip

[doomed2repeat]

Just looking at Bridgerton Season 1 Behind the Scenes photos of Luke Newton/ Colin Bridgerton and thinking about how his face card has never declined:

He’s always been so pretty 😍

Day one Colin fans are made of two things: good taste and patience.

[iz1331]

From the exclusive clips 'Til Death Do Us Park: Beetlejuice/Betelgeuse and Lydia's First Dance from Beetlejuice Beetlejuice digital extras. (Full vid in the source link)

No wonder that set piece was "levitating", Michael was moving it away so Winona won't bump into it 🥹 (so it won't get knocked over and break, but y'know, small details 🙂‍↔️)

(Michael actually brought it over as a bouquet to say congratulations when the scene got wrapped. Over the top, but I like it, something Beej would definitely do 😭😆)

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[polin15]

“You’re gonna make me wanna cry” 🥹

Awww Lukeyyy 😭💙