Title: I Wanna Marry You
Summary: The night Geonwu and Yikyung spontaneously got married.
Genre: Romance + fluff
Pairing: Geonwu x Yikyung (oc)
Word Count: 0.5k
Warnings: None!
Sometime in 2017
Geonwu flopped his torso down on Yikyung’s lap, looking up at his fiance. “I don’t think I can wait anymore.”
Yikyung arched her eyebrow, looking over her phone at Geonwu. “What do you mean, babe?”
“I want to be your husband. Like, right now.” Geonwu said, desperation and impatience in his voice. The two of them were currently sitting in their Las Vegas hotel room. Geonwu was flown out to Vegas for a photo shoot set and Yikyung had come along for support and a weekend get-away. Yikyung was enjoying America, but she was starting to wonder if the patriotic and carefree energy that the country possessed had clouded her fiancee’s judgement.
“We’re getting married in five months, sweetheart.” Yikyung reminded him, fondly patting his cheek. Geonwu held Yikyung’s wrist in place, searching her face. He was so in love, it was ridiculous. How did he manage to find someone as amazing and as genuine as the woman sitting next to him? He knew they had less than half a year to wait, but he didn’t want to. For once, planning seemed stupid and pointless to him. He didn’t want to wait for his forever to start.
“Wanna get married tonight?” He asked her in a quiet tone.
Yikyung chuckled, her eyes squinting with the curve of her lips. The smile died down when she realized Geonwu wasn’t joking.
“You’re serious?” Yikyung asked, eyes wide. Her chest bubbled with excitement. The thought of running off and getting married spontaneously sent instant waves of adrenaline through her veins.
“Dead serious.” Geonwu straightened himself up, holding Yikyung’s hands in his, searching his fiancee’s face.
“I- Yes.” Yikyung’s smile returned, a dazed sort of laugh on her lips. She looked down at her outfit, realizing that she was wearing grey sweatpants with a grey sweatshirt. She looked back up at her fiancee. “Should I go put on a dress or...?”
“Are you going to wear a dress for the rest of your life?” Geonwu rolled his eyes, a playful smile on his face.
“No,”
“Then you don’t need one. I want to marry this Yikyung. This is the version of you that I want to grow old with. The one that wears groutfits and has,” His thumb brushed the edge of her lip. “Pizza sauce on her face.” Geonwu insisted with a laugh. Yikyung leaned forward and kissed him, pressing a smile against his lips.
In five minutes, they were off, speeding down the late night roads of Las Vegas to one of those light up chapels. All the windows were down as they blasted Marry You by Bruno Mars. It was an ironic song choice meant to be taken as a joke, but Geonwu thought it was worth it to see Yikyung scream the words at the top of her lungs while the wind whipped her hair around her, the bright multicolored lights from downtown Vegas lighting up her face. Watching her express herself like this gave Geonwu a light euphoric feeling in his chest. They were going to live like this forever, living in full blown color and excitement. The thought made Geonwu crank the music louder, not caring if the people next to them at the red light were bothered.
