SUMMARY: no one expected jeongin to be the first to marry in the group, but furthermore, no one expected minho to be the one to ask you first, and certainly not like that.
REQUESTED! by a pookie anonnie right here. fluff!!! minho!!! yess!!! we love to see it. tysm for this, hope you like it as much as I did! <3
A/N: can someone tell jypapi that now I need more of Lee Know in suit and tie? thanks ^^
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Weddings.
Ah, yes.
That motherfucker.
Itâs not like you had anything against the people that were marrying each other âGod, no! Good for them!â, but rather how seeing husband and wife looking flawless and so in love made you feel.
Lonely.
As fuck.
But it all changed when you went to a wedding with a plus one for the first time. Well, he had been invited to a wedding, and you happened to be around and free.
It had been not too soon before you two started dating, but a small part of your brain knew that if you hadnât seen Lee Minho in that gorgeous tuxedo that evening, or maybe before, when he blushed as he asked if you were free, then perhaps your choices wouldâve been different âwhich was a blatant lie, because you were and still are head over heels for him, but weâll keep it for comedian purposesâ, because damn did that man look good in a suit.
It was when you entered the venue with him by your side, the flutters of going with your friend and crush to a wedding, of all places⊠the flowers, the setting, and, oh, the couple.
Everything was beautiful. It almost made you feel like you were the main character, the bride, despite the obvious knowledge that it could only be that gorgeous woman dressed in white, unlike you, in a short and fitted dress in a dark blue hue, matching your companionâs tie.
âI never wouldâve thought you liked weddings so much.â Minho whispered in a soft snicker, as teasing as always, eyes fixated in the way you seemed to glow.
But you two were sat next to each other as the officiant spoke, and he was leaning close to you, his lips right by the shell of your ear, and Jesus Christ in motorbike, because he looked outstanding, and oh my god, because his hand was resting on your leg, warming up your body, that was also covered by his suit jacket because poor you had underestimated how cold a church could be, even in the end of summer.
âLikedâ weddings? You would have cackled loudly if the setting had been more appropriate. If it meant that Minho would treat you like that every single day, youâd fucking marry one.
But instead, you chuckled softly, laying your hand on his, the one that still rested right above your knee, and you leaned too, silently reeling in the smell of his cologne.
âNever thought youâd take me to one.â
And it was not like you were going to know too soon, but to Minho, in that moment, time seemed to freeze as he stared at your features.
You smiled at him, and it had been like always, but to him, it was the most gorgeous smile he had ever had the pleasure to see, let alone cause, and it made his heart feel tight on his chest, a blush that ran to his cheeks and ears, as red-tinted as your lips, so sweet-looking that Minho had to hold back not to kiss you, keeping him from checking if theyâd taste just like how they looked.
He didnât just want to take you to weddings.
And with that thought in mind, months later, after several dates going coffe shop to coffe shop, falling in love with you, with the soft and soothing tone you spoke to his pets and how beautiful you looked like in his house, happily petting Soonie, he knew then and there that his house wasnât his home anymore.
You were.
And he kissed you tenderly that night, struggling to find a way to express these feelings with words.
So it made both of you feel very giddy when years later, another wedding showed up.
âYouâve gotta be fucking with me.â He had mumbled, reading the mail as he entered back home. âJagi, Iâm home!â He stated loudly, the cats meowing him welcome.
You came from your study room, leaving an email half written to welcome him back for the day. He handed you the mail, but not before pecking your forehead.
âWhatâs going on?â You smiled softly in slight confussion, to which he grinned at you, head tilted to the first letter in the bunch.
You stared at it, your eyes turning wide, and read the sentence a couple times.
âThereâs no way.â You covered your mouth, laughing in disbelief. âOur little Innie is getting married?â
âI think I lost a bet to Hyunjin.â Minho chuckled.
âHave you called him?â You smiled, excited, cheerfully going back to your study to pick your phone.
âI just saw that idiot back in JYP, he didnât even tell us!â
And then, as soon as autumn started to arrive, the first leaves turning different tones of red and yellow, falling to the ground.
Then, the wedding date came by.
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You embraced Jeonginâs wife in a tight hug.
âHow does it feel?â You mumbled giddily, feeling Minhoâs arm go back to your waist as soon as you let go of the beautiful woman dressed in white.
Heâd been extra clingy the whole venue, and you had loved and cherished every moment of it. You both knew what that first wedding had meant for the other, all those years ago. It made your tummy fill with butterflies, ones that had been there ever since Minho swooshed your way.
The bride grinned happily, trying hard not to cry so she wouldnât ruin her makeup.
âItâs like a dream Iâm about to wake up from.â She snickered, cheeks covered in a pink hue that couldnât be hidden with the light foundation she was wearing. âBut youâll get it quite soon, right?â She muttered with a smile, as if in confidence, like sharing a secret you were supposed to know.
âAh?â But you were clueless.
Before realizing she couldâve fucked up a major canon event, his husband called her from affar, busy dealing with all the guests and the photographer, a tall man with little to no patience and lots of angry italian gestures.
âCâmon, quick.â Minho grinned next to you. âLetâs get to the chocolate fountain before someone eats all the strawberries.â
You two chuckled, sprinting towards the large set of tables and the main table, filled with different types of fruits and cheeses.
âMmhhm!â You hummed, the warm chocolate melting on your mouth, mixing with the sweetness of the strawberry. âWe really need one of these back at home.â
You two giggled and ate a couple more strawberries.
âYou have chocolate in your mouth.â Minho mumbled.
You turned to face him, and he snickered, his hand traveling to your face and kissing the corner of your lip, cleaning it.
The chocolate tasted better like that anyways.
You felt your face flush, and you tutted at him playfully.
âYou can look, not touch,â you mumbled with a toothy grin. âI spent so much time pissing off the makeup artists back at their place, I canât have you ruin my lipstick, sir.â You chuckled teasingly.
âI canât?â Minho raised his eyebrows, and you felt small under his stare, like a little prey. âReally?â
You blushed, pouting. âMinho, not fair.â
He laughed loudly at you, and then back hugged you.
âWe should move before they realize we ate half of the strawberries.â He mumbled next to your ear, and cheekily nibbled on it for a second.
You giggled at his antics, and went back to where everyone was settled, joining and taking a couple of pictures with the group.
Your smile widened looking at them, groom and bride, who casually rambled about something you couldnât hear.
âPenny for your thoughts?â Your boyfriend grinned curiously next to you.
You looked at him, your heart fluttered.
Weddings didnât feel lonely anymore.
âThey look so cute together.â You sighed. âSo beautiful.â
Minho sighed too, his arm swiftly going back to your shoulders.
âVery.â He muttered softly. He wasnât talking about the couple.
Laughter and conversations filled the air as guests, dressed in their finest, mingled beneath the gentle glow of twinkling lights.
âItâs time for the bouquet throw!â A loud voice announced.
You looked at Minho and winked teasingly.
âHold my purse.â You smirked in between giggles. âThis oneâs mine.â He blushed at your determination.
It wasnât that you had forgotten what catching the bouquet meant, rather just casually left that thought at the back of your mind.
Minho almost shivered, barely cathing your bag.
Marrying you?
Something felt heavier on the pocket of his jacket.
You settled in the group of women that stood a couple of feet away from the bride, who was laughing and pointing at someone in the midst of the girls.
âGood luck, ladies!â A low voice made you cackle loudly.
âGood luck, Felix!â You chuckled. âGood one, Hyune!â You sent a thumbs up to Hyunjin, and he laughed, blushing.
With excitement bubbling in the air, the moment arrived slowly, almost painfully so. A hush fell over the gathered guests, their eager eyes fixed on the radiant bride. She held the bouquet, a bundle of beautiful daisies, like a symbol of wishes waiting to be granted. With a grin, she turned around, and a playful spark lit up her eyes.
Full of anticipation, she raised the bouquet high above her head. Time seemed to pause for an instant, and then, with a joyful toss, sheâŠ
She⊠stopped?
You didnât have time to frown in confusion when she turned around again.
The guests that had been crowded around you moved away, and the bride giddily walked towards you.
She squealed. âThis is so cute. Here, girl. Itâs yours.â
And she handed you the bouquet.
You blabered confused sounds of vowels, not quite understanding what was happening yet.
Gasps and other surprised reactions filled the venue, and you looked around, wondering what was all the fuss about.
âSorry to ruin the fun, jagi.â A known voice sounded tenderly behind you, and then he giggled. âI had to make sure youâd catch it.â
With your eyes wide and your features displaying a soft grin of surprise, you turned around to face him.
âI fell in love with you in a wedding.â He started. âNot really, considering I had been pinning for you long before, which Felix never hesitated to say how down bad I was for you and how blind I was for not addmitting it.â
Your eyes swelled with tears, your hands covering your mouth. âM-MinhoâŠâ
He sniffed, holding back his own, a blush deep on his face.
âI fell in love with you over and over again, in every date we went to and every time you came by my appartment to say hi to the cats, claiming that you felt like they missed you, when it was most likely me who did.â He stared at his hands, fidgeting with them, his palms feeling sweaty.
He raised his head then, and stared deeply into your eyes. He chuckled, falling in love with you once more.
âI have a feeling that, over the course of our lives together, I will fall in love with you as many times as there are stars in the sky.â Minho smiled tearfully, a lump on his throat. âOver and over again.â
You started laughing as tears fell down your cheeks. He bent down on one knee, and your pulse faltered for a moment.
âWill you marry me?â
Because in your first wedding together, he didât just want to take you to weddings and see other people getting married.
He wanted to marry you.
âMinho, I-â you sobbed, smiling. âYes! Please!â You chuckled.
He hugged you tightly, and of course, just to make sure you knew who you were getting married to, he teased you.
Younger!Makarov that cannot drink whiskey, purely because he associates it with Older!Nolan⊠more specifically how he tastes when they kiss.
Itâs like a Pavlovian response, he gets hard the moment he drinks it and he thinks itâs mortifying. Andrei almost pisses himself laughing when he figures it out.
tjis is the hottest thing ive read i think i jus blacked out
