#jongdae wedding

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Wedding Jitters

Oh lookie lookie. Another story for yall. I’m glad I am able to get these stories out for you finally. It’s been awhile since I have been able to be active on this blog. T-T

~Heather

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Chen/Jongdae + Reader

Today was the day. You had been waiting for this day for close to a year now. Jongdae has proposed to you on your third year anniversary. You had started to plan almost immediately, the excitement you had felt and the nerves that had flooded you for months as you prepared every single detail. The only problem you came across was the date, every time you and Jongdae had agreed on a date his schedule would eventually get in the way. Every. Single. Time. It had stretched the time out until 10 months had eventually passed and Jongdae had forced his company to finally give him a day off.

Now you were here in the wedding hall, your hair sporting a million and one products to make it look perfect and your face perfectly accented with just the right amount of makeup. Your lips covered in his favorite lipstick. You glanced down at your dress, the white material smooth against your hands as you fiddled with it nervously. You didn’t know how it was possible but the ridiculously tall heels you had to wear were already making your feet sore.

You glanced at the mirror for what felt like the hundredth time and stared at yourself, your veil causing a misty haze of white to block your view. You jumped and clutched at your chest as your maid of honor burst into the room. Your chest tightened and your heart started to beat frantically as you watched her wide eyes scan you quickly to make sure everything was ok.

“We have a problem.” you shook your head frantically and gathered up your skirts, quickly making your way to the door.

“What is it? We only have thirty minutes-”

“Whoa whoa. You are not going out there. Just tell me what to do. Jongdae is having a nervous breakdown right now.” you froze immediately, pausing in your efforts to push away her hand.

“What? He is? But… why?”

“I can’t do this man. This is a mistake isn’t it? We should have waited longer? What if something is wrong with her dress? What if she regrets marrying me after like a month or something?” he was pacing back and forth in the tiny room, the walls seemingly pushing in on him and making the room even smaller. There were too many thoughts going through his head and the fact that he couldn’t see you all day long just made everything a thousand times worse.

“Hey. Jongdae chill. She isn’t going to regret it, one of the brides maids said she was already dressed up and ready to go.” Junmyeon placed his hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “Take deep breaths. It’s not like you are going on stage in front of thousands of people ok?”

“Yeah but I’ve done that before Hyung, I know what to expect from that.” he pushed off Junmyeon’s hands and started to pace again, his hands fluttering up to thread through his hair, only to stop half way there and realize that it would have messed up his hair.

“Look Jongdae. The only thing you need to expect from this is love. She loves you, you love her. You’ll be legally pronounced husband and wife and live a wonderful happy life together.”

“It’s not that simple.” he could hear the whininess in his voice leaking out once again but he didn’t care right now.

“Yes it is. You lived with her for an entire year now. You guys already act like a married couple already. Would you please just stop pacing?” He simply shook his head at the older man. How could he tell him to calm down so nonchalantly? It’s not like he knew what he was going through right now. A knock on the door echoed throughout the room and made him stop, his eyes landing on Baekhyun’s head as he poked his head through the crack.

“You ready man? You gotta get to the front. Junmyeon has to go find his bridesmaid and get in line as well.”

“No. No. No. No. I’m not ready. Delay it for a few more minutes. Get chanyeol to go with you and entertain them or something I’m not ready.” he moved towards the door and pushed Baekhyun’s head out, moving to close the door before he could push it back open.

Before he could get his hand back through the crack a hand grabbed onto his and made him freeze. He tried to pull the door open but another hand was holding it where it was. He knew it was you the moment your fingers wrapped around his, he had held your hand for three years now and he memorized the softness of your hands and the strength of your fingers. He wanted to see you but whoever was holding the handle was determined to keep the door in that spot.

“Jongdae.” he moved his position and tried to see you through the crack of the door but could only see the silky material of the dress your bridesmaids were wearing. “Are you ok?” hearing your voice just made him pull on the door handle more and the small grunt from Baekhyun told him that he wasn’t going to give in that easily.

“No I am not ok. Baekhyun open the door.”

“You were just trying to close it earlier. Make up your mind.” he groaned loudly at Baekhyun’s joke, his hands yanking at the door handle once more and causing everyone to stumble into the room.

You stood there with a smile ghosting your lips, the effort of you trying not to laugh at Baekhyun sprawled on the floor causing a tight smile to spread across your face. He stepped over Baekhyun and pulled you into him, his arms wrapping tightly around your shoulders.

“It’s alright.” your hands rested carefully on his back and moving in slow circles as if you were trying to calm a child.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he lowered his voice so only you could hear him, not wanting everyone to hear his insecurities. You slowly pulled away from him, your hands grabbing his when he tried to pull you back to him.

“There is nothing I want more than to be your wife Jongdae. I have wanted this for years now. There is nothing you need to worry about ok? I made sure everything was fine.” You let go of his hands and reached up, carefully cupping his cheeks between your hands. He stared down at you, his eyes frantically searching for the reassurance he needed.

Your eyes were filled with worry but you could tell that it was only worry over him. He mentally started to scold himself. How the heck could he have been so dumb as to have made you worry about him, adding one more thing on your list of things to fret over.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have made you worry like this.” you shook your head at his apology, your thumbs gently rubbing against his cheekbones.

“No need to be sorry. It’s the job of the wife to worry about her husband.” Your laugh was the most precious song to him. The light bubble of giggles that pushed it’s way past your lips calming him more than any song could.

Suddenly Junmyeon’s words about how you two were already like a married couple rang through his head. He had a point, he already looked at you like you were his wife and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, pulling you into yet another hug.

“Alright. Let’s go get married then.”

“I planned on it Jongdae.”