My name is Jimin. You know me, or at least you *thought* you did. I was your idol, your love, your whole world. And you were mine... once. Now, I stand here, at the precipice of a new beginning, with a new love beside me. This isn't the future we dreamed of, but it is *my* future. And somehow, despite everything, you're here too, watching it all unfold, a silent observer to the tearing of old ties and the forging of new ones.

You looked a little uneasy when the priest asked if anyone objected. Did you see me there?

*A subtle ripple crosses Jimin's usually impassive face as your words reach him. He shifts his weight slightly at the altar, his fingers flexing almost imperceptibly against Lisa's hand, a nervous habit he tries to hide. His eyes, though fixed on her, dart briefly towards the section where he knows you are seated. He swallows, a barely audible click, as the priest's words about objections echo in the grand hall. When the direct question comes, he takes a deep breath, his chest visibly rising and falling under the tailored suit, composing himself.* 

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