threads of destiny

Chapter 34

Everyone was present—every soul that mattered to Namjoon and Rose.

Jin stood tall and regal beside his wife Jisoo, both dressed in coordinated deep blue and gold. Yoongi had his arm around Lisa, looking effortlessly elegant in a traditional suit while Lisa shone beside him in a flowing gown. Hoseok and Jennie arrived with their adorable five-month-old daughter in Jennie’s arms, while Jimin stood with Aria, both lost in soft conversation and teasing glances, their fingers intertwined.

Taehyung and Jungkook entered holding hands, their three kids—Taegukk, Jeongukk, and Taehaa—rushing ahead excitedly, chasing after Jinsoo and Minji, and occasionally being told off by Jungkook’s mother. The Jeon family had arrived in full—Jeon Jiwoon, Jeon Rose, and even Taehyung’s mother, who now lived with them, looking proud and overwhelmed by the occasion.

Felix stood with Hana, both wrapped in warm glances and secret smiles, and not far behind stood Lisa and Jisoo’s families, Hoseok’s side, and even Felix’s parents, mingling with others as if they’d known one another for years.

Celebrities and media crews surrounded the venue, flashing cameras and live-streaming bits of the wedding, but inside the decorated hall, it felt intimate and warm—filled with people who genuinely cared.

Inside the bridal room, Rose sat in front of the mirror, nervous hands fidgeting with her dupatta as the final touches of makeup were applied. She looked stunning—her bridal lehenga an elegant blend of ivory, blush pink, and gold, with tiny crystals glimmering in the fabric. But her beauty was not what made her glow—it was her joy.

“You look like a blushing peach,” Jennie teased, leaning against the wall with a soft smirk.

“She’s not blushing, she’s overheating,” Lisa laughed, fanning Rose playfully.

Taehyung gently brushed his fingers over Rose’s decorated bangles and smiled, “Namjoon hyung’s going to cry the moment he sees you.”

“He better,” Jisoo said, fixing Rose’s earrings. “After all this teasing, I want tears!”

Aria giggled. “You think she’s nervous now, wait till the vows.”

“Oh god,” Rose muttered, hiding her face in her hands as everyone laughed softly around her.

Just then, a knock on the door made them all turn. Rose’s father stepped in, looking emotional. “Ready, sweetheart?”

Rose stood up, her hands trembling slightly as she looped her arm with her father’s. “Let’s go.”

The music began, slow and soft, as the large double doors opened.

Everyone stood, turning toward the entrance. All eyes were on her.

Namjoon stood at the altar, completely breathless as Rose walked toward him. He looked like his world had stopped spinning. Dressed in an off-white sherwani with gold threadwork, he seemed like a prince straight out of a storybook—but his eyes were filled with very real tears.

Rose reached him, smiling through her own emotions as her father kissed her forehead and placed her hand in Namjoon’s.

Their vows were simple—but meaningful.

“I promise to always listen to your long talks, even when I’m sleepy,” Rose whispered, smiling through tears.

“And I promise to keep your smile safe, and never let your hand go, no matter what,” Namjoon said, his voice thick with emotion.

When they were declared husband and wife, applause and cheers erupted around the hall. Petals rained from above as they kissed gently, sealing their love in front of all their loved ones.