Chan as a fianceé
To understand some aspects of this post, it is suggested that you first read the Chan post from the boyfriend series and then the Chan post from the dating series.
Proposal
- Before even planning the proposal, Chan made sure to get your immediate family’s blessing.
- Afterwards, he was ecstatic, but his joy quickly turned into panic upon realizing that he now had to figure out how to propose to you. All he knew was that he wanted it to be as memorable and touching for the two of you as possible, something that both of you would be excited to share with your friends and family and look fondly back upon.
- After a few days of fruitless research online, the idea that Chan ultimately decided upon came to him at 3:00 A.M., jolting him awake as he lay in bed half-asleep.
- It only made sense, after all, that he incorporate a museum in his plan. He figured that the staff at the art museum downtown might be willing to help him out, provided that the two of you had your first date there and were now regular visitors. He’d even talked to the museum’s director a few times, having helped her with some building layout and design issues as part of work.
- He carefully dialed the director’s phone number, taking a deep breath before hitting the call button. She picked up a few minutes later, and he gave her his proposition. The few moments of silence afterwards, though in reality mere seconds, felt like minutes to Chan.
- “I’ll see what I can do. Call the museum tomorrow, yes? I think they’ll have an answer for you by then.”
- Chan thought he could hear the smile in her voice as she said this, but maybe that was just him being hopeful. He politely thanked her for her time, hoping for the best.
- When he called the next day, the staff happily informed him that they, having received approval from the director, would be glad to help out with the proposal.
- All Chan had to think of now was - well, literally everything else but the location.
- Choosing the location, though, proved to be the hardest part - the rest came to Chan quite easily; he’d always been good at remembering what you liked, and he had a phone gallery full of pictures to help him.
- He couldn’t believe his luck, really - the Yayoi Kusama Infinity Mirrors exhibit had just moved to the museum he intended to propose at. Chan didn’t think it’d ever come back to your city, as it had already been shown last year at the museum a fifteen-minute drive away. Everything was lining up wonderfully - Chan shook his head incredulously every time he thought about it, smiling at how it the proposal seemed destined to be.
- Of course, he couldn’t disrupt the museum’s business during regular hours; the director offered to keep the place open for a few hours after closing so that he could set up for the proposal and, well, actually propose.
- Chan cheerily informed her that doing so would be perfect. He informed all of his closest friends, many of whom happened to be good friends of yours, as well, about his proposal idea, and the plan was a-go.
- When Chan texted you saying that the director had agreed to keep the place open after hours for the two of you as a special thank-you for his work, as well as your loyalty to the museum, you weren’t suspicious at all - Chan often planned special things for the two of you rather out of the blue. Sure, he would up his game for anniversaries and such, but one of the things you loved most about him was that he’d also pull out all the stops on days that weren’t necessarily special occasions.
- You arrived at the museum at 9 PM, after closing; you went with a friend (who was in on the proposal), as Chan’s workplace was closer to the museum than to the apartment you two shared.
- Chan was waiting for you just past the entrance to the Kusama exhibit, looking as handsome as ever in a sharp suit. The two of you smiled at each other before you took his outstretched hand and walked into the exhibit.
- He suggested that the two of you go to all of the mirror rooms in the order you had the day you two went to see the installation a little more than a year ago. You happily agreed, but told him that you didn’t quite remember the exact order you two visited the rooms in.
- “No worries - I was able to piece it together from all the photos we took”
- You smiled at how romantic the whole thing was. Before you entered the first room, though, the friend who had come with you gleefully pulled out the timer on her phone, informing you that, in order to make the experience as exact as possible, Chan had requested she limit your time in each room to “that’s right - a beloved fifteen seconds.”
- Upon hearing this, you shot a glare at Chan, who just smiled and shrugged innocently.
- He pulled you close to him in every room, and the two of you, just like before, marveled at how beautiful Kusama’s work was. Of course, this joy was disrupted every fifteen seconds by your friend, who lifted the curtain to the room, telling you that your fifteen seconds were up.
- When you got back to the final room, which was the first one you and Chan had gone inside, you paused at the entrance.
- “Chan?”
- “Yes, babe?”
- “Thank you for planning this. I love you.”
- “I love you, too,” he’d respond, beaming at you. “One might even say, uh, infinitely.” You rolled your eyes at the pun, but not without a smile pulling at the edge of your lips.
- When you two entered the room, you were greeted by the now familiar sight of millions of yellow lanterns, stretching infinitely into the distance.
- All of a sudden, the room went completely dark.
- You didn’t panic at first, as this had sometimes happened when the two of you had visited before.
- When you felt Chan let go of your hand, though, you started getting nervous.
- “Babe?”
- You’d feel Chan’s warm, reassuring hand on your shoulder, followed by a whisper in your ear
- “Don’t worry - I have a surprise for you. Just stand there for a bit, okay? I’m right here, I promise.”
- You took a deep breath and followed his instructions, standing as still as possible. Music started playing, and you tried to calm down and focus on the chords. It was - you realized after a few seconds - a song that had been playing on your first date with Chan at the café that had become a regular listen for the two of you. You weren’t sure what was happening, and your head was swimming with possibilities. One was particularly poignant, but it couldn’t be true, right?
- The lanterns flickered back on, and you instantly understood that yes, yes it could be.
- You saw Chan on one knee in the mirrors before you turned around and saw him in front of you.
- “…and I’ll be right here for you forever.”
- he’d recount all of the fond memories you two had shared together - after such a long period of dating, there were many, but he picked the ten that made you want to laugh and cry at the same time.
- “You have no idea how thoughtful you are, how talented you are, how absolutely incredible you are. You make me a better man every single day, and I hope that I’ve made your life better, too. If you’ll let me, I’ll try my best to do so for the rest of our lives.”
- You’d be crying before he even got to actually asking you to marry him. When he finally said the three words you’d been waiting to hear ever since you’d met him, really, you had difficulty keeping your tears and consequent stuffiness back long enough to give a small “yes”, accompanied by a similarly week nod.
- He’d immediately stand up and engulf you in a warm embrace, moving one hand up to wipe the tears streaming down your face.
- “I’m sorry, I must look like such a mess right now,” you’d babble, burrowing your face into his shoulder.
- “I’m glad,” he’d say with a smile, running his fingers soothingly through your hair. You were so caught up in the moment that it took you until now to realize that your friends were cheering for the two of you outside.
- “Are you okay going outside now?” he’d ask, considerate as always. “Take your time, I’m sure they’ll understand.”
- You’d tell him you were ready, and you and Chan would step out of the room to be greeted by your friends and families.
- There were obligatory congratulations and tears all around. One of your friends gleefully informed you that he had gotten the whole proposal on video, as he had installed a small camera atop one of the upper mirrors. You were both mortified and grateful; Chan laughed, assuring you that you looked beautiful even when you were crying. In the small break before you went to hug and thank another relative, Chan would wrap an arm around your shoulders, leaning close to whisper, “was that alright?”
- You’d look up at him, positively glowing with joy.
- “Yes, it was perfect.”
Wedding planning
- After consulting your own schedules and those of your families and closest friends, the two of you decided to have a winter wedding.
- When it came to wedding planning, the two of you were most excited for the same thing - food and cake tasting.
- Though the wedding planner you hired didn’t suggest tackling those two aspects of the wedding first, she gave in upon seeing how eager you two were to do so.
- The two of you decided on a beautiful but simple drip cake, with the gold accents a common thread throughout the rest of the wedding.
- As for the menu, you offered your guests a variety of options. If you did say so yourself, the food was particularly exquisite and varied, with a hot chocolate bar and fondue fountain to boot.
- The two of you spent a few weeks deciding where to have the wedding - you were split between holding it in the states and in Sydney, Australia, Chan’s hometown. Ultimately, you decided to leave Sydney for the honeymoon. In January, it would be summer there, so the two of you would have a great time soaking up the rays after sufficiently enjoying a frosty yet cozy winter (and wedding) back in the states.
- Both of you wanted the venue to be indoors, as being outside for more than an hour that winter was unthinkable. However, you still wanted the magic of the outdoors to be fully visible. It only made sense, then, to have a glass-paned venue hall and reception hall, complete with grand chandeliers and intricately strung lights that cast the entire room in a warm glow, twinkling brightly like the stars overhead.
- As for music, the decision was easy. The two of you asked a couple of your friends, all of whom you knew to be incredibly talented and who had performed together before, to sing. They agreed in a heartbeat.
- For you, dress shopping was the most stressful part - up until two months before the wedding, you still hadn’t found a dress you really liked. Sure, there were a few you’d be okay with wearing, but nothing that took your breath away or made you definitively think “yes, this is the one.” There was always something off - the lace was a tad too haphazard, the endings of the sleeves oddly scalloped, the design on the bodice either a bit too much or a bit too simple. You wondered if the satisfaction of finding the perfect dress was just a myth marketed in movies and ads to make brides try on as many things and spend as much money as possible.
- The day you found the dress you’d wear at the wedding, you had just about given up; your friend dragged you into a random boutique that you didn’t even know sold wedding dresses. One immediately caught your eye, and you went to try it on a few minutes later. Stepping out, you looked in the mirror and knew - and so did your friend, really, who let out an excited scream.
- “When he sees you in this, Chan is going to cry at how beautiful you look!”
- You smiled just thinking about it - the perfect dress, the perfect man, the perfect day. “Let’s be honest, Chan is probably going to cry no matter what I wear.” Your friend let out an indignant snort. “You’re right, you could show up in pajamas and he’d still be just as enamored with you as ever.”
- The two of you laughed. Your friend and bridesmaid-to-be stood by your side as you twirled in front of the mirror, admiring the dress.
- “In all seriousness, though, I’m so excited for the two of you.”
- You’d thank her, all the while thinking to yourself, so am I.
Requested by @jaeblooms
