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The wedding flowed into the reception party smoothly—proof of Jimin's flawless planning. It was just twilight over the river; the ceremony had lasted exactly the right amount of time, allowing the sun to set behind the trees. The lights in the trees glimmered as Taehyung led me through the glass back doors, making the white flowers glow. There were another ten thousand flowers out here, serving as a fragrant, airy tent over the dance floor set up on the grass under two of the ancient cedars.
Things slowed down, relaxed as the mellow August evening surrounded us. The little crowd spread out under the soft shine of the twinkle lights, and we were greeted again by the friends we'd just embraced. There was time to talk now, to laugh.
"Congrats, guys," Yeonjun Clearwater told us, ducking his head under the edge of a flower garland. His mother, Sue, was tight by his side, eyeing the guests with wary intensity. Her face was thin and fierce, an expression that was accented by her short, severe hairstyle; it was as short as her daughter Danielle's—I wondered if she'd cut it the same way in a show of solidarity. Minho Kim, on Yeonjun's other side, was not as tense as Sue.
When I looked at Minghyu's father, I always felt like I was seeing two people rather than just one. There was the old man in the wheelchair with the lined face and the white smile that everyone else saw. And then there was the direct descendant of a long line of powerful, magical chieftains, cloaked in the authority he'd been born with. Though the magic had—in the absence of a catalyst—skipped his generation, Minho was still a part of the power and the legend. It flowed straight through him. It flowed to his son, the heir to the magic, who had turned his back on it. That left Jackson Wang to act as the chief of legends and magic now. . . .
Minho seemed oddly at ease considering the company and the event—his black eyes sparkled like he'd just gotten some good news. I was impressed by his composure. This wedding must have seemed a very bad thing, the worst thing that could happen to his best friend's son, in Minho's eyes.
I knew it wasn't easy for him to restrain his feelings, considering the challenge this event foreshadowed to the ancient treaty between the Cullens and the Quileutes—the treaty that prohibited the Cullens from ever creating another vampire. The wolves knew a breach was coming, but the Cullens had no idea how they would react. Before the alliance, it would have meant an immediate attack. A war. But now that they knew each other better, would there be forgiveness instead?
As if in response to that thought, Yeonjun leaned toward Taehyung, arms extended.
Taehyung returned the hug with his free arm.
I saw Sue shudder delicately.
"It's good to see things work out for you, man," Yeonjun said. "I'm happy for you."
"Thank you, Yeonjun. That means a lot to me." Taehyung pulled away from Yeonjun and looked at Sue and Minho. "Thank you, as well. For letting Yeonjun come. For supporting Jungkook today."
