Runaway Baby | Kevin Moon (The Boyz)
You and Kevin run away from your own wedding night.
A/N: aka self indulgent fluff because KEVIN MOON. Might also be crap because I haven't been writing much these days.
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"You want to run away?" Kevin's eyebrows are shooting up so high they almost disappear under his hairline, "on the night of our wedding?"
It's funny that you stand here, in your bridal gown cornering Kevin as he is exiting the men's washroom while your playlist of wedding songs are blasting a few metres away.
Ironic, really. That you are proposing something as radical. But hey, what's life without a little fun?
"Are you sure?" He asks.
"I'll stay if you want to but honestly?" Your shoulders lift in a shrug, "I'm done playing main actress for the night."
His eyes sparkle, "then let's get out of here."
That's how you find yourself, white heels in hand and wedding train in the other, with your newly-wed husband's palm guiding your back as you make a subtle escape out onto the parking lot and safely manage to pull out without attracting too much attention.
Kevin's grin, despite the situation, is permanently stretched across his face as he asks you where you want to go. You ask him to surprise you, and are beyond delighted when he pulls up to a seafront a few miles away. You note that his free hand is permanently stitched onto your thigh, warm and safe and just there, and warmth bubbles through your chest.
"Waah," you let out a sigh as you slowly disentangle yourself from the car seat, allowing the gentle sea breeze rustle through your locks, caress your face as you walk up to the edge.
Kevin's arms are around you in an instant, leaving hot trails in his wake. You feel his lips pressing a kiss to your cheek, "Mrs. Moon?" He croons into your ear, making you giggle, "yeah?"
"How'd you find the wedding?" He murmurs, pressing a small kiss to the side of your head.
You turn to him, pretty sure that the smile has never left your lips once this evening, "it was chaos."
His laughter washes against your neck, "that's all you gotta say about it? That it was chaos?"
"It was chaos!"
You remember Chanhee and Changmin drunk dancing on the dance floor, Younghoon crying into the bread baskets because Kevin had adamantly told him off about not eating the decorations, Hyunjae and Sunwoo accidentally setting one of the tables on fire.
You don't even want to know how this one had manifested.
"You're right," Kevin agrees with a chuckle and tightens his grip, "it was chaos."
"Wouldn't have it any other way though."
His eyes hold yours for a long moment and though you've seen that similar spark in his eyes, there's something a little more magical about this particular moment that makes your heart swell twice its size.
Out of impulse, your hand lifts to cup his cheek. You marvel at the shades of moonlight gleaming along his skin, lingering along the gentle curve of his mouth before he quickly turns his head to kiss your palm.
"Tired?" His words are muffled against your skin. He turns back to gaze at you with a fondness that makes you wek at the knees.
"A little. My feet hurt."
"No wonder. Thank god you didn't step on me with those heels," you shove him playfully. He responds with another peck on your jaw, smiling against your neck, "wanna sit down?"
You don't though. Your omit these plans in favour of combing through the event that would forever mark a change in your life and walk down the beach with your hand entangled in his.
"Your mom is going to be so mad," you say out loud after a long moment of contemplation. The sea roars beside you as if in agreement and it tousles your hair, swirls through Kevin's. You can smell the salt rolling off its waves and the sensation is enough to make your body relax.
It had been fun. But tough. Weddings are stressful, you realise.
"Yeah," he tilts his head towards you, "but at least we can tell our grandkids how we ran away from our own wedding."
"Bold of you to assume we'll live to see them."
"Well you pessimist," he gasps in mock offense, "don't poop on my party."
Laughing at his pout before pushing his forehead with your forefinger, you turn towards the vast darkness of the ocean and breathe in slowly. Beautiful, you think to yourself. What more can you want really? When the man you love is at your side?
Nothing. Nothing can break you when love is there to hold you up with two hands. And that's what Kevin has been for all these years. A safe harbour, place that keeps you safe no matter how turbulent your life gets.
You sit down onto the sand at some point, cross-legged and nestled in Kevin's lap -- he'd pulled you onto him with a scowl that dared you to protest -- with his chin propped over your shoulder and his hair tickling your cheek every time you move a little closer.
"Six years," you sigh against him. "Wow. It's been long."
" 'twas," he murmurs, "and now you're stuck with me forever."
"Jeesh, sounds promising."
"You could at least try to act like you're a little excited."
Giggling, you steal a kiss from his mouth, "don't worry, I am."
He cups your jaw with a hand of his own, turning your face back to kiss you a little deeper, mouth slotting against yours and causing a soft sigh to escape your lips. His are plush and soft, perfect as they curve around your upper lip to suckle gently. Your own hand goes up to his head to pull him against you a little closer and he groans into your mouth, one kiss leading to the next like a rain of warmth that causes your chest to warm with each staggering breath lost.
"Mrs.Moon," he mumbles against your lips, breaths washing over your face and thumb stroking your cheekbone in adoration, "we should probably take this to the bedroom. Should we not?"
You hum and kiss him again, loving the way his own body seems to curl in pleasute with every trickle of your fingers through his hair, "I mean, I have no problem starting right here."
Kevin's eyes darken with a film of lust that makes your breath hitch. He tightens his grip on you, fingers digging into your waist with a firmness that has you gasp, "oh really?" He dips to your neck and you yelp softly upon feeling the warmth of his tongue on your neck, "I mean, I was just trying to be a gentleman. But if you insist..."
And with a sudden burst of movement he flips you onto his lap. His hands grip the back of your thighs and he pulls you to him so that there is no distance between your bodies.
Hands quickly settling over his chest, you look up into his deep simmering orbs as a troop of butterflies explode through your abdomen, your own pupils dilated with pleasant surprise.
"Come on then, Mrs.Moon," Kevin's smile spreads like a chesire cats and tilting his head to the side, eyes crinkling up in that adorable way of his, his hand trickles through your locks, pull you close and kisses your next breath away.
"Let's give the world something to look at."
