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Lilium | 3

Part 1  Part 2

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader
Rating: Teen
Genre: Fluff, angst, an ounce of vague smutty stuff.
Word count: 5,670

Summary: Yoongi’s moving out of the country, and he’s leaving you with a parting gift that’s going to change your life forever.

A/N: Ahhh yes. Here is the third and final part to Lilium. If you feel so inclined to have a listen Here - this is a little playlist I have put together for part 3. I listened to these songs on repeat as I wrote it and feel as though it helped me pour my heart into this (It’s all instrumental). I’ve also played a little with my style of writing with this one, so I hope it’s not too bad. I hope you’ve all enjoyed this little series I have created, and find some sort of peace with the ending. 

Early Fall, 2019

The feeling when you first crossed the threshold, stepping out from behind closed doors and into the dimly lit room, a trail of delicate Lily petals calling you forward, was one that was ineffable.

Your father’s arm, linked gently with your own, helped steady you as you made your first amble steps toward a new future. With shaky legs but a determined heart you lifted your eyes from that one spot on the floor that seemed to ground you. At the end of your gaze stood a sight that had your stuttering heart skip not one, but two beats. He was dressed in black from head to toe, looking absolutely dashing in a tailored suit that molded perfectly with his lithe figure. He smiled so warmly, a smile that could warm you to the core in the dead of winter when you were chilled to the bone. A smile that held unspoken words of a sweet promise and bona-fide candor that were for you, and you only.

You looked radiant in a gown of gossamer that emphasized your delicacy. A veil of lace hid you away from eyes, yet he could still see the way the apples of your cheeks were stained a deeper shade. A blushing bride. His blushing bride. He could not fight the sting in his eyes, glassy irises sparkling under the light which did not go unnoticed by you. You had never seen him shed a tear, so to see them now had you letting out airy sigh of emotion.  

To your side sat your family and closest friends, each watching with tender gazes as you came to the end of your path, a chaste kiss being placed upon your cheek to which you returned, but not before wiping a stray tear from your father’s eye. Your father took a step back and you took one forward, reaching out your hands that were briefly empty before long nimble fingers laced together with your own, drawing you closer into an atmosphere of adoration that had your agitated mind calming, allowing you to become acutely aware of not only your own heart beat, but his as well. The gentle thrum in his palms danced in time with your own as the mellifluous sound of the piano eased and the clearing of a throat had you lowering from the clouds.

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