Minsung - "A short lifetime story pt. 6// Wedding day"
NC17, Adult Content
3rd person P.O.V.
«It will be the most beautiful wedding in the world and, even if everything goes wrong, it will be perfect because it's ours.» he says, smiling cutely.
And Han immediately puts his lips on Minho's: «Fuck, thank you for existing, Lee Minho»
. . .
Chan has arrived, albeit a few minutes late, with the wedding rings and everything seems ready. Han peers out the window at the garden as he ends buttoning his shirt. The altar is wonderful, made up of an arch completely adorned with flowers; the few relatives and closest friends are already seated and there is very little left until the start.
Han tries to focus on his breathing, not even knowing why he feels so agitated. Chan gave him a big hug and ran out to join the other witnesses and Han was left alone with the make-up artist, after the photographer had also finished his work.
«Are you ready, Jisung?» his father appears in the doorway with a sincere smile and Han shakes his head. No, he isn't at all.
His father approaches him and fixes his son's tie, even if it was already perfect.
«I never thought I'd say it, but instead...» the man sighs, darkening for a few moments. After all, it hadn't been easy for either of the two boys to come out and initially Han's father had had a reaction that he wasn't proud of at all. But that was the past.
«You are a wonderful couple, Jisung» he says, causing the boy's eyes to fill with tears either because of unpleasant memories and because of a feeling of relief.
«I know, dad» he says, trying not to ruin his makeup. Jisung knows that he and Minho have always been special together and for years they didn't need anyone's approval. But hearing his own father finally say it, it's satisfying.
«Thank you» he adds, with a smile, meeting his father's proud gaze.
The man pats him on the shoulder: «Minho is out there.» he says, smiling, «It's your turn now, my son.»
Han nods and takes a note out of his trouser pocket. Minho gave it to him before kissing his nose and disappearing to get ready in the other room.
«Open it at the crucial moment» his fiancé said.
Han opens the crumpled paper and reads it.
'Just look at me. I will only look at you, my love. Forever.'
«Fuck!» Han snaps, fanning his face to dry the tears that threaten to run down his cheeks again. That boy could make him cry with a damn little note!
«Are you okay?» the man asks, concerned.
«Yeah, sorry» Han quickly says, grabbing the arm that his father is offering him and heading towards the stairs.
Han tries to concentrate on where to put his feet. He doesn't have high heels, but it doesn't matter, his legs seem to have turned to butter. His heart doesn't stop beating wildly in his chest, the air seems to barely enter his throat. But as soon as he steps out into the beautiful garden, a soft ray of golden hour sunlight illuminates his face, heating him, and his eyes, after quickly scanning the smiling familiar faces of their guests, lock on Minho.
He is there, beautiful, elegant, with that mocking smile on his lips, but his eyes are as sweet and sparkling as always.
And Han knows it, he has always known it, but in that moment he can't think of anything else: "With you, Min, I could do anything."
Jisung arrives in front of Minho and hugs his boyfriend's mother, while Minho and Han's father greet each other warmly. And an instant later, the older grabs his sweaty hand, dragging him to the altar.
Han meets those soft eyes again. Time seems to have slowed down, the wind passes through Minho's hair slowly, like in the best k-dramas.
«You're beautiful» the older whispers and then he turns towards the mayor, ready for the ceremony, leaving Han to stare in amazement at that perfect profile. That man is so perfect.
The younger can't listen to almost any of the nice words said to them, he's continuing to replay his speech in his mind. He doesn't remember a word, obviously, but he has it all written down on a piece of paper. A piece of paper that...
"Shit, I left it in the room!"
Minho feels Han stirring next to him and strokes his thumb over his knuckles to calm him down, thinking he is just overwhelmed with emotions.
And the time for speeches comes.
Minho takes out his paper. His hand is shaking, his voice threatens not to leave his throat, but he has to do it. He knows Han really cares about this kind of things.
«My dear Han Jisung» he starts, with a trembling voice, «I've never been good with words and I love short speeches.» Some laughts leave the crowd, that can't wait to hear their sweet words.
«So I'll just tell you this.» Minho takes a deep breath and looks up from his paper. Han is already crying and the older smirks, ready to conclude the fastest speech in the history of weddings:
«You're mine. Marry me, please, or I'll have to kidnap you.»
Their friends burst out laughing, Minho's mom refrains from giving him a spanking and rolls her eyes, but she smiles too. Han loves his son like that, sassy and weird. And she loves him too.
«Minho...» Han is sobbing. He would have been moved whatever Minho had said. He knows that it's a lot for the older to open up like that in front of everyone. And Jisung loves him like this, shy, with his quirks and strangeness, and for a moment he almost forgot that he doesn't have his long, romantic speech with him...
«It's your turn, baby, shower me with compliments» Minho says, chuckling.
Han looks at him in panic: «I forgot the paper» he whispers, while the closest relatives begin to realize that something is wrong.
«Improvise, you can't make an uglier speech than me. You are Han Jisung, after all» Minho whispers to him, grabbing his hand again and winking.
Chan had gotten up and was about to ask Han where the paper was so he could go and get it in a hurry, but he stops when he hears Minho's words.
Han's face lights up. He doesn't need the paper.
«Good evening everyone.» he starts, smiling at Chan who sits back down, «I'm Han Jisung and obviously I forgot the paper with my promise.» the younger says, eliciting laughter and applause from the audience.
«I'm a mess, but Lee Minho has loved me the way I am from the first moment.» he adds, making his eyes meet Minho's, who blushes.
«Minho isn't just damn good-looking... Come on, well, you all look at him! With this outfit, he is super hot!» Han points to his boyfriend, making everyone laugh.
«But he is also a wonderful person.» he adds, losing himself into the older soft eyes, «There's nothing he wouldn't do for the ones he loves, there's not a day he doesn't try to make me smile and...» Han sighs, smiling sweetly, «Min, there is nothing I couldn't do with you by my side. You are my strength and my weakness.»
Minho feels his eyes burning but he doesn't cry, he never cries especially not in public. So he just nods and bites his lower lip, holding Han's small hands still in his.
«Please, Lee Minho, love me and let me love you forever.»
Applause follows Han's last words, as he continues to dry his eyes in vain. Minho blinks wet eyelids and tries to hide his emotion, pulling Han towards him and hugging him.
«Stupid, you don't need to ask me to love you.» he whispers, stroking his back.
Han hugs him tightly and then pulls away from him, leaving a sweet kiss on his cheek. The applause still doesn't end, until the mayor smiles and continues the ceremony, arriving at the so desired moment of the kiss.
Minho is not the guy to show physical affection in front of all those people and laughs a bit in embarrassment.
Han approaches him without letting go of either of his hands, while their group of friends is screaming from the audience. Hyunjin is crying more than Minho's mother, Changbin screams so loudly that everyone in the estate can hear him and meanwhile he strokes Felix's hair, who is covered in tears: «Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!»
«Don't be shy right now!» Seungmin yells from the second row, «Usually you are indecent!» he adds, receiving a slap on the shoulder from Jeongin: «Hyung!»
Han sneers and gently approaches Minho's ear: «Do you want to kiss me or do I have to do everything like the first time?» he whispers, looking at his boyfriend's face again.
Minho has completely red ears but tries to play it cool: «I told you back then that I like watching you do all the work» he smiles, biting his own lip. His eyes fall on Han's mouth and his heart threatens to explode. Why is he more agitated now than in their first kiss?
Han rolls his eyes, takes Minho's face in his hands, standing on tiptoe, and finally kisses him. The older grabs his hips, deepening the kiss. The crowd bursts into excited applause and Minho wants to embarrass his boyfriend a little, so he sticks his tongue in Jisung's mouth, taking him by surprise.
Changbin starts yelling «Get a room, you two!» while Jeongin shakes his head dejectedly. These perverts Hyungs!
Han pulls away, red as a tomato, and Minho takes him by the hand, starting to walk among their friends under a cascade of rice and confetti.
The younger laughs happy, while Minho covers his face so as not to risk his baby getting hurt, and they both let themselves be held in a group hug with their friends, all present and elegantly dressed.
«How can you be disgusting and wonderful at the same time?!» Changbin asks them. He doesn't stop holding Felix, whose face is completely destroyed by emotions.
«Lix, stop crying like that!» Han tells him, almost starting to cry again.
«Don't mind me, I'm just so happy!» he says, smiling, while Minho strokes his blonde hair.
«Congratulations, Minsung!» Chan smiles, followed by the others, «Congratulations!»
When Han finally manages to breathe again, having received congratulations and hugs from everyone, he searches the crowd for Minho who at one point was dragged away. And when he finds him, he looks at his handsome man with a smile.
He approaches him from behind and gently takes his hand, interrupting him. Minho stops talking to his aunt and turns to his little boy smiling.
«Does the photographer claim us?» he asks, shooting the younger a wink.
Han nods, even though he has no idea where the photographer is. He just wants to be alone with his man for five minutes and Minho knows his baby so well.
They move away from the crowd, disappearing into the garden where the couple's shooting will be held, and when they are finally alone Han jumps into Minho's arms, wrapping his legs around his waist: «Fuck, I actually married you!» she exclaims, burying his face in his husband's neck.
Minho frowns: «Did you have doubts?!» he exclaims, giving small pats on the bottom.
«No, but it still doesn't seem true to me...» Han whispers, while Minho sits on the grass, with the younger one on his lap.
They look into each other's eyes, both blushing. They seem to be back in college, when they had just admitted their feelings to each other and couldn't be close without laughing, blushing and feeling their hearts explode.
«It was perfect, even if...» Han's eyes darken and Minho pulls his face up to make him look at him, surprised by that abrupt change of mood.
«Jagi? What happened?» the older asks, peering into those round eyes.
«I wrote you such a beautiful speech...» Han murmurs, as a tear rolls down his face.
Minho suspected that Han would blame himself for that imperfection, after all the effort they had put into organizing that day, but he didn't imagine it would sadden him so much.
«Look, you almost made me cry! You made a great speech, baby!» Minho tries to console him, brushing his hair away from his face and wiping away his tears with his thumbs, but Han doesn't seem convinced. He had worked on that speech for days...
«Okay, baby» Minho places the younger on the grass and stands up suddenly, «I'll go get it for you and you can read it to me now. All right?»
Han's eyes light up and he nods quickly.
Minho doesn't wait a moment. He blocks the approaching photographer, telling him that they need a few more minutes alone, and runs into Han's room, immediately finding the letter neatly folded on the table, near the makeup. He grabs it and goes back to the garden, where his little squirrel is waiting for him sitting on the lawn looking at the sky.
«Here I am! Destroy me, Princess!» Minho smiles, sitting down in front of him and holding out the letter.
Han gently opens the paper, clears his throat and begins to read:
«Dear Minho, I've known you for as long as I can remember and yet I can't wait for you to show me new sides of you. You have always been an enigma, while I am an open book to you. You always understand me, you get me better than I get myself, without the need for explanations or words. You were the only one in my life who loved me and accepted me without any ifs or buts. You are the person I admire most on Earth. You're strange, you're unusual but that's what I love about you. Today I want to promise you that from tomorrow nothing will change. We will always remain the two of us, messed up, chaotic and unique. I will continue to make a mess in the house, trying to be the perfect husband that I will never be, I will continue to be the disaster you fell in love with and I will continue to love you every moment, effortlessly, because if I am a disaster in everything, one thing I know it has always been easy for me: loving you.
I promise you that you will always be my person, the most important of all, and that I will take care of you and all the fragile sides that I love and that only I know.
I love you, Minho.»
Han looks up, already shaking with sobs and his voice cracking, and sees Minho covering his eyes with his hand.
«Min?! Are you crying?!» Han asks, grabbing his wrist. He is worried but also happy. It was exactly what he hoped to achieve: he wanted to make him emotional.
«Shut up, Ji» the older murmurs, laughing. Minho rubs his eyes and throws himself at his husband, making him fall on the grass and getting on top of him, «I love you so much» he moans, hiding his face in the neck of the younger who laughs and wipes his face: «I told you it was a good speech!»
«You destroyed me, Ji.» Minho reiterates, pulling away from Han to look at his face. Their gazes meet, their lips are almost touching.
Jisung observes the older one: he has bright eyes, a cute red nose and a soft face.
«You are my life» adds Minho, who has never been so romantic in his life.
Han smiles and brings their lips together in a sweet kiss, lying on the grass, dressed up for their wedding but with their faces already ruined by emotions.
Minho returns that sweet kiss by stroking the younger's hair and smiles into his mouth.
«Perfect, guys! You are beautiful!»
The two newlyweds turn with wide eyes and look at the photographer.
«Hey!» Minho blurts out, embarrassed to have been seen in such a vulnerable moment. He was less embarrassing that time Chan caught him thrusting into Han!
"I told him to fucking wait!"
«You turned out great!» continues the photographer, looking around to find the next photo location.
Han grabs Minho's pouting face and gives him another kiss: «We'll keep those photos for ourselves, love, don't worry»
Minho sighs and all the nervousness disappears when he looks at his lover's face. He smiles at him and buries his face in his neck to smell his addicting scent. He leaves a small kiss on his soft skin, then gets up and extends his hand:
«Are you ready, Han Jisung?» he smiles mischievously.
«Yes, Minho, I married you. I'm ready to you.» Han replies, chuckling.
Minho pulls him towards him and picks him up bride style, while Han blushes but wraps his hands around his neck, happy, ready to face the party with him.
Ready to face the world with his husband, Lee Minho.
Elle's note:
Hi babiessss! How are you?
Are you exciting for Skz drama on november? I can't wait!!
Here I am with a bit of fluffiness and softness for youuu! I hope you like this part!
Want the next one?
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