Yuchan is your classmate and he offered to help you with physics, you two agreed to study at your home after class, everything was going well, you were finally understanding physics and all thanks to yuchan, even though he's a distraction for you, he's so handsome and he's very attractive when he's explaining the subject to you, he noticed you staring at him and smirked ''do you understand, y/n?'' you blinked a few times and blushed ''yes, yes I do, sorry I was distracted'' he nodded "I think we need a break then" you agreed ''do you wanna drink something?'' he accepted soda and you went to get it, you went back to your room and he was sitting on your bed, you sat next to him and gave him the soda, of course you got one for yourself too, while drinking, you two talked about some random stuff, and you were staring at him again, more specifically his lips and his hands, you wondering what it would be like to kiss him, what it would be like to feel his hands on you, but you came back to reality when he called you ''are you okay, y/n? you were staring at me again'' he chuckled, you were blushing again and he came close to you ''sorry I was... just distracted'' ''am I distracting you y/n?'' he was dangerously close, you can't think straight he was looking down at your lips ''can I kiss you?'' he asked and you nodded, you felt his lips against yours, his kiss is better than you imagined it could be, his hands on your waist brought you close to him, and your hands were on his hair, the kiss deepened, you are now sitting on his lap, you stopped breathless and he said ''you have no idea how much I wanted to do this, you drive me crazy'' you kiss him again ''yuchan... i need you'' you moaned against his lips he looks at you ''are you sure?'' you nod ''yes, I am'' and he smiles ''okay baby, lie in bed I'll make you feel good'' and at that moment you totally forgot about studying.
Okay, folks! This is for my gorgeous Mars @iwillgiveyoumyhappiness. I know we said: “slowly walking towards death,” but I just had inspiration, and this popped out of my mind. I hope you’ll like it as much I loved writing it! I love you! I know it isn’t that long, but this is just a little part xD
Pairing: Yuchan x Reader
Genre: FLUFF, FLUFF, FLUFF. Did I say Fluff????
Words count: 1,8k+
Have you ever met someone who even with a smile can fill your heart with infinite joy? You had an answer to this question if ever someone had asked you one day.
Kang Yuchan.
You and Yuchan - you still laugh every time you think about it - met in the most uncommonly way, but from that moment on, your friendship was the most precious "thing" for you. Obviously after the music, dance and Studio Ghibli. Exchanging a mobile phone - thinking about it now - was really stupid on his part but knowing him it didn't surprise you at all. He could even forget to go to bed if someone didn't remind him. Swap two almost identical phones? Nonsense for him.
Honestly, you wouldn't have changed for any reason in the world the hangout in the middle of the night, the walks through deserted streets, the memes that you even exchanged at four in the morning. There was something about your friendship that made you complete, and you hoped it would be the same for him.
Perhaps because of that reason, that exact day, you hadn't said a word yet and kept brooding over your thoughts. Lying on a matter in the rehearsal room, staring at the ceiling. Sappherios' Beyond repeatedly rotating thanks to your iPod and everything else outside your world.
Everyone noticed your weirdness. Especially the absence of your reaction.
All five of them had learned to understand that when something was bothering you, you would talk. Or you danced. Or you sang. Emotions came out of you somehow, but you looked like an abandoned mannequin. Look off and absent.
"We'll leave you five minutes alone, okay? Try to understand what's going on... she scares me like that," muttered Byeongkwan, giving a slight pat on the shoulder to the maknae.
Maknae that was extremely worried, but he had been quietly waiting. He was very good at waiting. Waiting for your answers, your smiles, your hand that started to slip under his shirt just to tickle him. When it came to you, he would have waited a lifetime. Yet he didn't understand why. You were his best friend, but... There was something in his heart that bothered him. It took away his sleep sometimes, it prevented him from concentrating on the words of the songs, it built problems of concentration.
Yuchan simply nodded, and when his hyungs were out of the room, he approached the mattress and dropped dead weight next to you.
As he took off an earbud, he slipped it into his ear and closed his eyes, absorbing that melody that caressed the strings of his soul. Instinctively he slipped his arm under your head, turning a little with his torso toward you. "What's going on?" he mimicked with his soft lips since your face was facing him. "Nothing," your lips just moved, but he understood the meaning, arching an eyebrow to throw his gaze "don't bullshit me" at you.
"Okay, okay." You turned off the music and set your body entirely towards him, resting your hand on his side as his own slipped on your forearm. His fingers began to run on your bare skin, as they always did when you needed security. A small gesture that contained a thousand words. "I was thinking about our friendship. You know, sometimes looking at you guys I see an incredible relationship. Yet what I feel between you and me is more. So... is our friendship as good for you as it is for me?"
He listened to you in silence, observing your face and the slight redness on your cheeks. Or that little wrinkle between your eyebrows, it only became visible when you squeezed your eyes tight to hold back your emotions. He observed how even your body, stretched and almost bent on itself, was screaming to him your concern. "Are you stupid? Are these the questions you ask yourself when you go to sleep?"
"No, usually not. I do believe, however, that sometimes small assurances are to be given away."
"Our friendship is everything. I wouldn't trade it for anything, not even a better version of you."
"Yuchan!"
Raising his arm, he covered his face and waited for the blows that you had begun to give to his response. But the laughter in the air, your laughter, reassured his mind. If you laughed, the clouds had abandoned your thoughts, and the sun had returned to shine again.
The problem - you can never live in peace, you both knew it well - was that Yuchan had lied. Yes, your friendship was everything to him then why did he felt to have told the biggest lie of his life?
꧁꧂
"Why do you have to come to my house at 3:00 a.m. and drag me there?"
Yuchan's laughter was suffocated by the black mask he was wearing - for what reason you didn't know since there was no living soul in the streets - but you could still feel the warmth that emanated. It was such a beautiful sound that you had secretly recorded it and listened to it from time to time, realizing that negativity wouldn't win against you. "I don't think you've ever complained about our nightly escapades!"
"You usually tell me before," you crossed your arms to your chest, puffing and pointing your feet to block you, "Come on, you have a comeback to prepare, and I've got practice tomorrow."
"Has this ever stopped us?" He asked, lowering his mask and bowing to your height, his face extremely close to yours, so much so that you could admire the small golden straws that shone in his eyes.
That was true. The time had never been a problem, but the worry that he would get too tired was a lot. "No... but..."
"Then nothing, though. Where is my best friend? The reckless one who always says yes to everything I say?"
"The stupid one then? The one that indulges even the most idiotic bullshits?"
You looked into each other's eyes for a few moments, both feeling your mouths open slowly and drawing a smile on your faces. Raising your eyes to the sky, you pushed him and started running, without a goal or a plan.
It was just the two of you in the night. What more could you have wanted?
꧁꧂
Your destination turned out to be the sea. You didn't even know how you ended up there, but after an eternity sitting in the comfortable seat of a taxi, the smell of salt had awakened your tired mind. Checking the clock on your phone - fortunately, no one was worried about your disappearance - you would soon be able to admire incredible dawn. A dream of all time, to be able to enjoy the colors of the sky change. What's more, by the sea.
Yuchan had been quiet, strangely more than usual, in the last hour of the trip but you hadn't noticed much. You just wanted him to rest and recharge his batteries for the heavy days ahead.
His hand took yours in its delicate grip, beginning to drag you to the beach to reach that exact spot where the waves tried to capture the world, inch by inch.
"Wait!" you stopped it and bowed, unhooking your favorite converse and savoring the soft feeling of the sand under your bare feet. "There, now it's better!" nodding, you started walking again, dancing with your eyes on every point you could reach. You had left his hand, and Yuchan stood by and watched you.
Were you always so damn beautiful as to take the breath away? Or did he just never notice?
Had his heart ever beaten so fast, or had it been that small, innocent and kind smile that you had "given him" just before the cause of that irregular heartbeat?
"Fuck." The awareness suddenly fell on him.
The nightly calls.
His eternal desire to be with you.
The little but unforgettable moments when he can hug you without you complaining that he was sweaty.
He was madly in love with you, and that's what he wanted.
It was sharing his life with you, not as a friend but as something more. That's why he would change your friendship. To be able to hold you and scream at the world the fortune he had in having his best friend at his side that allowed him to love her.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck... HEY, YOU, STOP!" He screamed, chasing you at the moment the first rays of the sun began to turn the blue of the night into the pale blue of the morning. "WAIT!" he finally reached you, squeezed your wrist, and set you towards him.
He slipped his arm behind your back, supporting your body because he had caused both of you to lose the balance. But it wasn't enough, after a few seconds you were both lying on the sand. A few layers of clothes to divide you and strange electricity in the air. Immediately Yuchan laid his hands on the ground, holding himself up so that he wouldn't hurt you while you tried to catch your breath looking at him with curiosity.
"What did you have to scream about?"
"Marry me."
Your heart stopped for a few moments, astounded by the only word that had left that mouth from which honey came out every time he sang. Did you hear well or was your imagination - because of your tiredness - playing tricks on you? His eyes were veiled with intense emotion, you read it correctly, but you knew he was a good actor after his various experiences with the group's MVs. "Yuch--"
"Marry me."
"Are you serious? What the hell is wrong with you?" You struggled to set free the arm from under his weight - albeit light - resting the palm of your hand against his forehead, avoiding to start stroking his soft red hair. A color you found divine on him. "Yuchan.. you shouldn’t joke about things like that."
"Does it seem like I'm joking?" he asked, and the silence fell on you two. Yuchan could have been many things, but what he said was never accompanied by veiled lies or half-meanings.
"Yuchan... Before we get married, we should date, you know?"
"So let's date. Even every day, spend it with me," he began to whisper, getting closer and closer with his face to yours. His breath tickled your lips, and you were sure he could feel how his approach was making your heart beat faster.
"Spend every moment with me, share every fear and joy. Anything you want, but promise me that one day you will marry me. That I can look at you with the eyes of a madly in love man, who wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his days with you."
"God... you're serious."
"Before... before I understood." he murmured against your fingers, now still and wavering against his slightly cracked lips, "that there can be no one else in my life. It's you. It's always been you. So... What do you say?"
"To what?"
"Will you marry me one day?"
"That I'd be a fool to say no, Kang Yuchan."
Hello folks! I hope you enjoyed the first part (you can find it here) and will like this second one! This is for my beloved Mars @iwillgiveyoumyhappiness, I hope I did you justice and write something that you can read and say “I’m happy”. I love you dude, you know it!
To anyone else, if you wanna request something, my inbox is open! Love ya!
Pairing: Yuchan x Reader
Genre: FLUFF. A LOT OF FLUFF.
Words count: 4.3k+
“The five steps to a perfect marriage.“
Staring at the magazine into your hands, you tried to memorize as many words as possible, the delicate hands of the hairdresser who worked wonders on your hair. Always too many that every time you visited the salon, you left enough for a wig.
Yet, in your heart, you felt that those five steps wouldn’t help in your case. The conventional had never been to your liking or to your future husband.
Biting your lip and trying to hold a smile, you started to list your five steps for a perfect wedding in your mind. A wedding that you didn’t know when would happen, but that promise made more than 3 years earlier by the sea was worth as much as the first day.
Step One: Let Yuchan participate.
The problem was only one: Your tastes were diametrically opposed. If you liked vanilla, he was a lover of chocolate. If you wanted to go to the mountains to ski, he wanted to enjoy a few days basking in the sun. Then you’ll think: how is it possible that you were friends for years and then start a relationship?
By paying the bill for your treatment, you left the store, thanking that it was a sunny day without the constant humidity that you hated so much.
The hairdresser allowed you to take the wedding magazine, noting the dreamy look with which you had read it from top to bottom in less than an hour.
-Marshmallow, Marshmallow- Xiumin’s voice made you smile, and you immediately picked up the phone from your jeans pocket, a message from your boyfriend. - Beautiful, how about we lock ourselves in your apartment tonight, eat some junk food and watch Letters to Juliet? -
This was how it was possible to be together, talking about friendship slowly turned into the love that flew in your veins. You knew each other’s tastes, and compromises were the base of your relationship. Yet neither of you complained about it, perhaps because the result was to live fully every moment together.
By quickly pressing your fingertips on the screen, you sent your answer - how could you say no to your favorite movie? - which was immediately greeted with a selfie where he sent you a kiss.
"You’re unbelievable Yuchan,” you murmured in a whisper, finally arriving home and about to get rid of your shoes and clothes, welcoming the cuddles of a nice relaxing bath. On entering the apartment, you noticed a bunch of flowers - your favorites - on the table with a card resting next to it.
-To the most important woman of my life - after mom, you know - there is a relaxing bath waiting for you, see you later. I love you. Y.-
“Never fight moms.. they’re invincible,” giggling you started to slip off the various layers of clothes and let them fall on the floor, you would have tidied up later, smelling the scent of lavender and marigold coming out of the crack under the bathroom door.
Yes, by now, you were convinced that Yuchan would pout his whole life if you excluded him from the preparations for your wedding.
Step Two: Convince Yuchan’s parents that your marriage would be something intimate.
“WHY CAN’T YOU SAY TO THEM THAT WE WON’T DO ANYTHING EXTREME, BUT SOMETHING INTIMATE? IT’S ABOUT US, THE TWO OF US, YUCHAN!”
It’s been an hour, your screams kept booming between the walls in the dorm, while Yuchan was sitting on the couch exhausted by that quarrel that seemed not to want to end.
He was aware that his parents could be oppressive, but they were the main reason he was the man he was, how could he say no to something they always wanted for their son? You, on the other hand, were as tired as he was, but you wouldn’t have accepted anything but “you’re right, I’ll talk to them.”
Two months had passed since the day he asked you to officially become his wife, a day you would never forget because of the sweetness that accompanied every single moment. You were busy and had already made many compromises, including opting for a restaurant for the after party because your house wasn’t big enough to host such an event but just the ceremony.
“Don’t you have anything to say?” You asked coldly, standing across the room as you could hear the whispers of Donghun and Sehyoon coming from the too-thin walls of the dorm. “Yuch–”
“What do you want me to say? They’re my parents!” He interrupted you by getting up from the couch, and with long strikes, he was in front of you, making you go back until the wall was your only support. “What can I do? I can’t choose between you, no–”
“I’m not asking you to choose,” the tears, held back until then, began to run silently on your cheeks and at that sight, Yuchan felt his heart sunk into the pit of his stomach, almost pierced by a thousand blades. “I just wish that… I want our marriage to be about us, not the ceremony.”
Yuchan remained silent, looking into your eyes and with his thumb caressed your cheek collecting the tears that continued to run on your soft skin.
He knew that you didn’t usually cry in front of others, you often closed yourself in silence without answering, so your heart was aching pretty bad to get to that point. He sighed and went to rest his forehead against your shoulder, knowing - in his heart - that you were right and that day was YOURS, not of others.
Your arms, instinctively, went to surround his waist tightening firmly in the hope of clinging to him because at that moment you felt - despite your natural strength - that something inside you was crashing.
“You know what I thought when I asked you to marry me?” His question was soft, muffled by the fabric of your shirt, his hands caressing your back while your silence was his answer. “I thought I would never upset you enough to shed tears. You are such an independent and strong person, knowing that… I hurt you at this point makes me think I’m a bad boyfriend.”
“Yu–”
He sighed again and lifted his head and leaned his forehead against yours, losing himself in the beauty of your eyes even though they were red and slightly swollen.
His tapered fingers began to caress that face he loved so much, trying to let go of what he thought. Sometimes during the most stressful moments, his mind closed completely. Anything inside it couldn’t get out, resulting in a passive and dull Yuchan. He wanted it to be different with you, he had always worked on it.
His words choked on his throat, his lips moved, but not a single sound came out. You knew what was going on, and no matter how much you hated the reason why you were arguing, you hated seeing him in those conditions more.
Your hands clasped his face tightly, gently squeezing it until you felt his soft lips on yours. At first, you caressed them slowly, almost fearfully, letting the salty taste be swept away by the chocolate that still lingered on his bottom lip. It was he, feeling something snap and the desperate need for you, who deepened that chaste and innocent kiss.
His body clung to yours, with strength, as he rested a hand on your neck and the other on your hip. Fingers pressed into the flesh as your lips began to bite, the desire for each other too strong. A little moan, his teeth were slowly biting on your upper lip, left from your mouth and forced him to stop having to catch his breath. “If I continue… We won’t solve the problem.”
“No…” you agreed, having to clear your voice and calm your accelerated breathing, “not at all…”
“I’m going to my parents to talk to them, but later I swear…” he grunted, touching your lips with the tip of his tongue, languidly drawing the outline, “we lock ourselves in the bedroom for the whole weekend.”
“Not bad as an idea, not bad.”
Third step: Don’t worry too much about the details (aka let the boys help you choose the cake, give them the honor of being the first to inaugurate the karaoke, don’t expect them not to make some disaster.)
“KIM BYEONGKWAN AND KIM SEHYOON, I SWEAR I’M GOING TO KILL YOU.”
You yelled from the living room discovering how they had ruined the sketch on which you had assigned to each guest (not many, but still enough not to remember by heart every single one) a place in the tables.
The boys’ laughter was heard from the leader’s room but suddenly stopped, almost as if someone had shut them up with a piece of duct tape. Which you would have liked at that moment since you hadn’t slept for three nights - it wasn’t unusual, but the stress was so much - in a row.
After a few moments of silence, Junhee went out with dumb and dumber, pulling them both by the left ear and letting them fall at your feet. Commonly, the leader used to join the gang, but he was aware of how much you and Yuchan were engaging in, between work and preparation, so a little help wouldn’t be denied.
“They’re all yours, kill them as well. We can easily replace these two.” He winked at you, followed by his signature smile that managed to completely dissipate the black shadow that hovered over your mood.
“No, if they promise me that now as good children they’ll get here and do again what they destroyed.”
“Yes, yes, of course!” They screamed in a chorus, almost falling from their kneeling position when they moved in unison to retrieve sheets and pens. You and Junhee held back the laughter by watching them run away, arms full of material, including the guest list, in Gkwan’s room. Those were the little moments when you really breathed since the pressure didn’t crush you. You weren’t nervous in itself, you just had a little doubt that your dress wouldn’t have been ready in time for the wedding.
“Hey.” Junhee sat down next to you, taking from your hands everything that wasn’t necessary at the time, “I think you need a break.”
“Please, yes,” you smiled as you leaned your head against his shoulder, slightly edgy than Yuchan’s but still comfortable. Junhee let you do it, he’d known you for years now, and he loved to be occasionally cuddled by someone other than his members. “I thought of something.”
“What, leader?”
“We tasted the cake samples you had sent us, the problem is one……”
“You like them all.” You finished the sentence for him, feeling his body vibrate because of the laughter that immediately filled the air and snatched a little amused smile to you. “Unfortunately yes… so why don’t you make a normal cake of every type instead of just a big one, and on each one of them, there’s a decoration that remembers something of you two? Your sister also agrees with me.”
“Did you call my sister for this?”
“Of course! She and I are in charge of a lot of things that you don’t know.” His words were full of pride and raising your head, you could see that his smile, as well as that sweet and charismatic look that distinguished him from others, were full of happiness. Yuchan was his brother, you were his sister, how could he not be happy seeing your dream come true?
“You are incredible. I find this idea amazing. What will Yuchan say??”
“Oh, he’ll settle for it! The important thing is that the bride likes it!” he winked and lift from the couch, letting you fall with your face down, running to his room - perhaps just to warn your sister of the news.
Breathing in the clean scent of the sofa cushions, you lay down and crossed your arms under your face, closing your eyes to relax for a few moments.
“Can I sing something for you two at the wedding?” Moving your gaze to the side, Donghun was kneeling next to the sofa, his smile was so dazzling that how could you say no to him? Then at such a sweet gesture, so much so that you felt your heart be filled with joy, you could only thank him. “Obviously, you dumb. You can sing anything at my wedding.” He kissed your forehead, when the maknae wasn’t around the boys were more touchy than usual, but it didn’t bother you at all because they always respected the limits imposed by Yuchan, then running out of the living room in a direction unknown to you.
Smiling, you turned around, looking at the ceiling that you had the chance to paint again, trying not to let yourself be overwhelmed by emotion.
Who would have thought that becoming friends with Yuchan would have brought you in the future to have four brothers to whom you had given a piece of your heart?
Step Four: Take a break from time to time with your future husband.
“What?”
Yuchan was deciding whether to tell the truth and die or to lie and die anyway because you could find his lies by looking him in the eye. Yet you were funny, with a mask to cover your face, the towel perfectly wrapped around your head and a cocktail - he didn’t know who had prepared it - in your hand. Lying on the couch watching one of your favorite anime, slightly annoyed that Yuchan had interrupted you on the best moment. “You look beautiful today.”
“I’m always beautiful, and I know you’re laughing mentally, but there’s a face mask waiting for you in our room along with your cocktail.”
“What are we celebrating?” He asked, starting to undress as he reached the room, relieved not to see you too tired again after the endless hours of work and practice hours spent for your next competition. On your shared king-sized bed he found the box with a card next to it that said: -to the future best husband in the world, you have some pimples to fight on that pretty face so wear the mask and join me in this “free stress day.” I love you.-
“PIMPLES? WHERE? DONGHUN HYUNG DIDN’T TELL ME ANYTHING BEFORE!” He screamed, looking in the mirror, your amused laughter bursting out of the living room, and he immediately sensed that you had only chosen to make fun of him.
To tell the truth, he wasn’t even so offended, it was a common thing between the two of you to make little pranks from time to time. It cheered up the moments, made them unique, marked them as “yours.”
It was also one of the many reasons why he loved you with all his heart. You could lift his spirit at the right times, giving him the peace he could only find in your presence.
He took the mask and following the steps to perfection found himself with a strange drawing of a panda on his face, which made him smile and come back to you after a few minutes.
“You didn’t answer me, love. What are we celebrating?” He asked again, jumping on the couch at your side and slipping his arm behind your neck. The tiredness of the day began to slide away from his body, at that moment covered only by the shorts of a suit, leaving him more with the desire to do something crazy with you than sleep - as he had planned before returning home.
“Nothing.” You sipped your fantastic cocktail - the recipe found on the internet that fortunately turned out well - making a little “pop” when you popped your lips and let the straw slip away. “We’re so busy and stressed out that if we keep going down this path, we risk not getting to the wedding.”
“Sometimes I’m surprised by your intelligence,” joked your boyfriend, while you pinched him on his side as a “little” revenge without being able - however - to hide the enormous smile that hovered over your face. “Seriously, we’re only a month away. Are you still sure you want to get married to me?”
Bringing two fingers to your chin, you pretended to take the time to think by muttering a few incomprehensible words. He waited in silence, acting -in the same way you did- to be more and more on the verge of a life crisis.
You forcefully shook his hand, bringing it to your chest. “Yuchan… I waited so long to tell you that maybe I had totally fucked up,” the drama in your tone was so fake that it made you almost laugh than being sorry, “I think I understood a long time ago–” you forcefully turned your head sideways, bending it backward and carrying the other hand - the one with the cocktail in your hand - to your forehead in a desperate manner. “THAT I CAN’T – AH– MARRY YOU. I’M IN LOVE WITH ANOTHER – AH – PERSON.” you finished your sentence by choking the words, holding back the laughter that was ready to fill the room for the umpteenth time.
The blond-haired guy - you preferred his natural color, but you knew he would do some crazy thing before the wedding - jumped off the couch, spilling a few drops of his cocktail before putting it on the table.
“HOW COULD YOU? I PROMISED BYEONGKWAN HE’D ORGANIZE MY BACHELOR PARTY. AND NOW… TELL ME– OH MY GOD, I’M DEVASTED!!” he jumped to his knees, holding his head in his hands and screaming his “regret” in the most falsely way. “YOU… YOU BROKE MY HEART!!!!!!” He screamed again, raising his head and on his knees he approached you, clutching your legs in a secure but not excessive grip.
“You broke my heart,” he whispered, looking at you, letting the mask slip from his face the moment you took yours off.
He put his head on your thighs, wrapped in the soft bathrobe that he loved so much to see you wear, staring at you with the bright eyes of those who know.
Of those who know that they have found their soul mate.
Of those who know that despite the difficulties of the past and those that still have to face, has the right person at his side.
“You broke it and stitched it up, adding those pieces that were missing. Those pieces that have your essence.” He whispered, his lips touching the hands that had taken his face between them, trying not to let the emotion overwhelm him.
It was difficult at that time, despite having learned over the years to keep them under control. You watched him, your heart impatiently beating at an abnormal rate as if it wanted to jump from your chest, caressing his cheeks and melting, feeling the softness of his lips against your fingers. “Yuchan, keep your beautiful words for our promises.”
“You still haven’t understood, have you?”
With your head, you made a small nod of denial, curious about what he meant by that answer.
“You haven’t understood it,” his voice a whisper and a delicate kiss on the finger where the engagement ring shone with its own light, “that I could spend a lifetime talking about how special you are and not having finished yet when I take my last breath.”
Step Five: Accept that there may be problems but that Yuchan is there, everything else doesn’t matter.
Sehyoon was by your side, in your old bedroom. His hand caressed your shoulder, trying to calm your tense nerves. It was the big day, and everything seemed to be going wrong. “Just deep breath, okay?” he said gently, looking at your figure in the mirror.
Your dress was ready, the back part more extended than the front but short enough to touch your ankles. The red ornaments intertwined on the waist, which climbed slightly up to the chest, stood out and made the whole something explosive but delicate at the same time. The collar of the top wrapped around your neck, on which red lace had been used to create a pendant similar to the details on your waist. You felt perfect, a feeling that was strange, exciting, and frightening at the same time.
The day had started badly, but what was the problem?
You were going to marry the love of your life, everything else was as necessary? No.
The weather prediction that foretold rain? It didn’t matter.
Your beautiful dog - aka best friend - Xander who had almost lost the wedding rings? It didn’t matter.
Your dress arrived late? It didn’t matter, you were wearing it.
Donghun who accidentally dropped some of the photos of you and Yuchan and then had to fix it? It didn’t matter.
Your future husband was waiting for you, and you were about to say yes. You were about to become his wife, even though you already were in your heart.
A gentle knock made you snap back and his voice, that voice so sweet that every morning was used to wake you up singing something, resounded from behind the wooden door making you smile. The agitation totally vanished your only desire to be able to hide in his arms.
“Hyung, are you there?”
“Yes, is something wrong?”
“I just wanted to know if my beautiful bride is okay.”
Sehyoon looked at you and went to the door, just opening it and going out so he could give you some privacy without the groom seeing the dress. You also approached the door, resting your hand against it, almost sensing that he was doing the same.
“How did your promises come out?” The emotion evident in your voice, a detail that made the smile on Yuchan’s face even wider. He could feel his cheeks starting to hurt, but it was an endurable pain compared to the happiness he was feeling. “Do you want to hear them?”
“Doesn’t it bring bad luck?”
“Love, that’s the dress. But if you want, I’ll just tell you the beginning, so we can make things a little spicy and challenge fate.”
“You’re mean, you know that now my curiosity is eating me…”
He cleared his voice, stroking his lower lip with the tip of his tongue.
“Today I am here, in front of my best friend, to make promises to her. First of all, I promise to continue to allow her to be herself at all times. You see, this woman is the strongest, independent but at the same time fragile person you will ever know. She hardly trusts people - don’t blame her - but when she does, she gives you the world.”
He stopped as your hands began to tremble, feeling the love he was instilling in those words. Love you had felt on your skin for almost four years, and that was as intense as the first day.
“When she then trusts you, you will see that she never stops showing you her true essence. Behold, I promise to protect that precious and special essence that makes you the woman you are. Because your scars, your falls, your victories, every single moment carved into your heart have made you who you are. The woman I desire by my side in this long, exhausting but beautiful journey called life.”
“Yuchan…”
“Tell me, love.”
“I know I don’t tell you this often,” you bowed your head backward, fanning your hand on your face trying to push back the tears and don’t ruin the makeup, “but I will never stop thanking you for exchanging our phones that day.”
“And why would you do that, love of my life?”
“Because it led me here. It led me to you.”
Step Six: There was no sixth step, but you are unique so screw that magazine article.
“To all the guests at our wedding. I want to thank you for making that day extraordinary for my husband and me. I’m sorry for the sudden storm, but I’m sure some of you had fun dancing in the rain with me!
I just want to say a few words. Never stop dreaming.
I’m not just talking about love. Never stop trying to achieve what you dream of. It can be a person who loves you, your personal accomplishment, an adoptive child, anything.
It’s because of my strength and that I never stopped dreaming that I have a beautiful life - albeit with ups and downs -, an incredible husband and a very extended family, including four idiots who are reading this thanksgiving.
Thanks to you all, our day has been unforgettable. I wish all of you to have one of your own. You deserve it.”
“Do you like it?” You asked your sleepy husband as the taxi continued to travel the nightly streets of Verona, Yuchan’s wedding present.
He had spent days recreating a honeymoon in perfect Letters to Juliet style just to make you happy. He grunted, trying to open his eyes but giving up shortly after and hiding his face against your shoulder, clutching at you like a little koala.
“I’ll take that as a yes, husband.”
“I like you, wife. I like you so much that I decided to spend my life with you,” he whispered against the light fabric of your blouse, knowing that he had made you smile.
A smile that told a story.
Of two switched mobile phones.
Of a friendship born out of nothing.
Of two people who had decided to give themselves to each other.
