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"I'm sorry, you're getting married now?!" Chan asks, completely exasperated.
"Well! We won a free wedding! What were we supposed to do, say no?"
"Yes, that's what most normal people would do in that scenario!"
Jisung hears a deep voice off screen say, "Did I just hear you say they're getting married? Like, Minho and Jisung? And Minho hasn't even told me yet?"
"Oh, so Felix is there, huh?" Jisung asks, wanting to be a little bit of a brat. It doesn't work, because Chan doesn't even blush.
"You can't possibly embarrass me for having sex when you literally just told me you're getting married to a man you met three months ago. One that you won't even admit your feelings to, by the way."
Felix's blonde head pops into frame. "Hold on, you have feelings for him?"
Jisung groans. "Not important!"
"Very important!" Felix counters.
"Anyway, the purpose of this call was to invite you guys to our wedding. We can even pay for your flights and lodging since we won big. We're getting married in Slovenia."
Chan and Felix both look mystified. "Why… Slovenia?" Chan asks.
"Well, we wanted to get married somewhere completely random and unexpected. So we chose Slovenia. It's a beautiful country, really."
"Okay… When?"
"Next Thursday," Jisung responds simply, as if that isn't crazy.
"I don't know what's worse: the fact that you're getting married that soon or the fact that you're getting married on a fucking Thursday. What is wrong with you?" Chan seems flabbergasted.
"Love makes a man do crazy things, Channie-hyung," Felix answers, causing Jisung to blush.
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Immediately, they're in full on wedding prep mode. They find a hotel to put all their friends up in, a cute little place in Ljubljana.
Jisung suggests they ask Chan to officiate so that they don't have to find someone in Slovenia, and Minho thinks that sounds pretty logical. Fortunately, Chan agrees without Jisung having to beg at all. That knocks one logistic off their list, so then they move on to finding a location.
Minho suggests they pick a random ass field and just get married there, but Jisung argues that he wants something more organized. And then Jisung stumbles across Ljubljana Castle, and everything else is history.
"We have to get married in a castle. We simply have to," Minho says.
"I'm not arguing with you at all. I fully agree."
Flush with cash for their dream wedding, they have a surprisingly easy time booking the castle on such short notice. Turns out if you can throw enough money at someone, they'll eventually agree.
"Okay, now we have the location, we've got our friends' flights and lodging secured, we've got Chan officiating – what are we going to wear?" Jisung asks.
"Costumes," Minho answers simply.
"I knew there was a reason I was marrying you. I'll send everyone a text informing them this is a costume wedding and they will be required to come dressed up."
"Hold on. I've got something even funnier. We tell them they have to come in costumes, and we just wear regular suits."
Minho watches as Jisung's face breaks into the most gleeful smile he's ever seen. "I love that. I love you."
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The week flies by, and before they realize it, it's time for their friends to arrive in Slovenia. Jisung feels oddly nervous. Well, not oddly. He's marrying the man he's secretly in love with, and all under the guise of the wedding being something resembling a joke. He's reasonably going to be pretty nervous.
It's the day before the wedding, and once all of their friends check in to their rooms, they decide to go out for drinks to celebrate. A bachelor's party of sorts, really.
"To Jisung and Minho. May your very bizarre marriage last for a wonderful lifetime. You two are made for each other," Changbin says, and everyone clinks glasses.
Chan leans in close to Jisung. "So. We're still pretending this is just a joke?"
"It is just a joke. Minho's laughing, I'm laughing, we're all laughing. This is silly of us."
Chan looks pained. "Jisung–"
"Stop. I don't need to discuss this right now. I'm getting married tomorrow! Just let me celebrate, please."
Chan does not seem thrilled to let it go, but he does. He leans back in his seat and takes a long sip from his beer, and Jisung redirects his attention to Hyunjin, who is starting to tell an embarrassing story about Minho.
"Okay, so it's the first time he's ever smoked weed. And he's stupid as fuck, so he does it alone. He's in his dorm room, which is already a bad idea because if he got caught this would have been horrible. But he gets high. And he calls me in tears. He's just realized that cats won't ever understand just how much humans love them. He's sobbing because he wants all cats to know they're perfect. He's wishing over and over again for the ability to speak to cats, so he can tell them all that he loves them endlessly. And I'm trying not to laugh over the phone, because Minho is being so serious through it all. Like, it's fucking hilarious for me, but it's so real for Minho. He's rocked to his core."
Minho has a cute little blush on his cheeks, and he narrows his eyes at Hyunjin. "You're a brave man, Hwang Hyunjin. Thinking that the fact I'm getting married tomorrow will stop me from committing an act of murder tonight."
"Babe, please wait until after the wedding. Then you can kill as many Hyunjin's as you want, I promise," Jisung says. Minho leans down and kisses him on the forehead in response, making his heart skip three beats.
"Alright, now someone give me an embarrassing Jisung story, please!" Minho exclaims, betraying Jisung.
"Oh, I've got you," Changbin answers quickly. "Let's talk about the time he lost his virginity. It was with a girl, and he came within two minutes and then cried, and she had to drive him to my dorm because he wouldn't stop sobbing and apologizing. Luckily she was really nice, but still. Even a nice girl has got to be annoyed about a situation like that. For years, anytime Jisung hooked up with someone, we would ask him if he cried, if he lasted longer than one song."
"You cried?" Minho asks, and he almost looks charmed.
Jisung blushes and mumbles, "Well, yeah."
"Adorable," Minho says, poking at Jisung's cheek. But then he betrays Jisung again, turning to the group and saying, "He cries when we have sex, too. But I assure you all, it's for a very different reason."
"Boo!" Seungmin yells, throwing a pretzel at Minho. "We didn't come here to hear about your sex life!"
"You didn't? So you don't want to know about all the places in Disney World we fucked? Or the fact that I was so, so close to getting him to agree to let me fuck him under the Eiffel Tower?" Minho looks at Jisung then. "Which, by the way, I still haven't abandoned that dream. Luckily, once we get married, I'll have an entire lifetime to try and make it reality."
Everyone's getting pretty tipsy by now, and that's probably why Hyunjin tries and fails to whisper in Jeongin's ear, instead declaring very loudly, "I'd let you fuck me under the Eiffel Tower."
Seungmin throws a pretzel at those two now, and Jeongin turns so pink it's hilarious. Hyunjin doesn't seem phased, though, just saying, "What? I would. His dick is that good, guys. Like, dick game off the charts. It's impossible to describe with words–"
"Okay! You've had enough," Jeongin says, clamping one hand over Hyunjin's mouth and using the other to take his drink away. Jisung looks forward to a lifetime of friendship with these guys.
"See? Hyunjin would let Jeongin fuck him under the Eiffel Tower. Now you have to let me. We can't lose to Hyunjin," Minho argues.
"Trust me, whatever the battle is, we aren't losing. You've fucked me in enough public places to last a lifetime," Jisung replies. Chan clears his throat, trying to change the subject, but it doesn't really work.
"I hope when you say that, you don't mean I'll never get to fuck you in public again. Because we may have fucked in public enough to last a normal person's lifetime, but we're horny people. Our standard is much, much higher," Minho says solemnly.
"We can finish this conversation later on, just know you will like the answer," Jisung dismisses. Minho sits back in his chair with the smuggest smile on his face, and Jisung kind of regrets giving him that level of power.
"Alright! This conversation is awful, let's change it. Changbin, you have really big muscles. Care to elaborate?" Seungmin asks.
"I don't really know what you mean by elaborate, but sure."
Jisung redirects his attention to Minho, leaning his head to rest it on Minho's shoulder.
"Getting sleepy?" Minho asks. Jisung hums in affirmation. "We can go if you want. No need to overextend yourself the night before your wedding. Especially because the night after your wedding is going to be fucking insane, by the way."
Jisung laughs lightly. "Sure, let's go."
Minho delivers goodbyes for the both of them, gathering Jisung up and getting him into a cab back to the hotel. The two of them had agreed to stay in separate rooms tonight, one final step before the wedding, but now Jisung finds himself regretting that. He doesn't want to go to sleep in a cold bed without Minho.
Jisung feels a little guilty in the fact that he overplays how drunk he is, mainly just to get Minho to take care of him and help him get to his room. Once inside, Minho gets him to the bed and asks, "Shower? Or no?"
"Nah. Just jammies and bed."
Minho helps wrangle Jisung into his pajamas, laying him down once he's dressed and tucking him into bed. Jisung makes grabby hands when he goes to pull back. "Lay with me until I sleep. Too drunk to be alone."
Minho chuckles but abides, climbing into bed. Jisung is quick to wrap himself around Minho, feeling instantly relaxed by his presence. He's quickly drifting off to sleep when he hears Minho whisper, "I know you're not that drunk, by the way. I saw how much you drank tonight. For the record, you don't have to pretend to be drunk to get me to take care of you. I'd do it regardless."
"Good to know. You really are husband material," Jisung replies, face smushed into Minho's chest.
"Yeah. We should get married," Minho jokes. Jisung smiles against Minho's chest, quickly drifting off to sleep.
He's so deep in sleep that by the time Minho tries to extricate himself from the bed that Jisung doesn't even notice him leaving. He just registers it getting a little colder, a little less comfortable.
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The following morning, Minho is staring at his own reflection trying to psych himself up when he hears the door creak open. Turning around, there's a handful of people he expects to see, and none of them are Chan.
He has nothing against Chan, he just doesn't really know the guy. Sure, there was that one trivia night where Minho was far more preoccupied with winning, and he's seen Chan a few times on facetime with Jisung, and they all drank together last night, but that's it.
Which is why it's so bizarre to have Chan walking nervously to him as Minho prepares to get married to the love of his life, just to stay committed to the bit.
"Hey, Minho. Mind if I chat with you real quick?" Chan asks. Minho wants to say no, because he's sure whatever this conversation is going to be will be awkward and uncomfortable, but there's nowhere for him to go, so he nods instead.
Chan sits in one of the armchairs surrounding the hotel room's coffee table, and Minho follows suit, sitting gingerly on the couch.
"So. Kind of an awkward conversation to have. But, well. I wanted to talk about your intentions with Jisung."
Minho almost laughs. It's such a fatherly conversation to have, but Minho is pretty sure Chan is maybe one year older than him.
"My intentions are to marry him, I thought you knew that," Minho elects to say, choosing to be obtuse.
"Well, yeah. But why?"
"Because we won a free wedding? I thought Jisung updated you on the entirety of the situation?"
"So your story is you're marrying the guy you've gone on a handful of vacations with, and not to mention also slept with an absurd amount of times, just because you guys won a free wedding? And you're sticking with that?"
Hearing it out loud, Minho realizes it sounds stupid. Deep down, he really already knew it sounded stupid, but it was easier than admitting any semblance of the truth.
"Uh, yep. That's what's up."
"Okay. And you have every right to say that's your truth. I'm not going to try to tell you how you feel. But Jisung is like a little brother to me, so I'd be remiss not to threaten you a little, the whole 'don't hurt him or I'll kill you' schtick. Changbin and I may be nice, but we could also crush your skull with our bare hands."
Minho laughs nervously, because there's no other way to react to that. Also because he thinks it might be true.
"I'd also hate to not point out that maybe there's more to this than getting married just because you won this crazy prize. I know I'm not you or Jisung, but it'd take a lot for me to marry someone, certainly more than winning a lot of money. And if there's a deeper reason you're so okay with just marrying Jisung on a whim, maybe there's a deeper reason for him, too. Jisung feels very deeply, throws himself head first into anything and everything. He's passionate, but he's scared. He doesn't think that other people will feel the same way, he's used to being the one who feels everything more intensely. So he's never going to say something, out of fear of being rejected or making things weird or messing up whatever weird thing you guys have going on already. Which is why I wanted to talk to you. And just point out, marriage is a big thing. And, like, I know you guys have been having so much fun throughout this whole process, but if there's a chance you might want something real with him, you should tell him that. Same goes for if you don't want anything to come of this. He deserves to know. Before you tie the knot, preferably."
This is the longest conversation Minho has ever had with him, yet somehow Chan has read him like a book. It's nauseating and a little terrifying.
"Oh. Um. Okay, yeah. I get what you're saying. That's a good point," Minho says, mostly just to fill the silence. "I'll– I'll go find him soon."
Chan nods and stands to leave. He pauses before he walks away, patting Minho on the shoulder. "You're good for him, I really think so. In any other scenario, I would be bending over backwards trying to stop this wedding. Don't make me regret my choice to officiate instead."
Minho chuckles awkwardly and watches as Chan exits, leaving Minho with his thoughts.
Because here's the thing – Chan is right. He's pretty sure Chan knows he's right, too. And honestly, Chan made a few solid points. If Minho is marrying Jisung because he wants more than he might admit, maybe Jisung is in a similar boat. It would make sense; most people don't agree to marry the guy they met a few months ago just because they've somehow been winning prizes left and right.
But once he admits this out loud, once he says it to Jisung… that's when it all becomes real. And that's when maybe Jisung will step back and say, Oh, sorry dude. I thought this was just for funsies. Or something along those lines, something equally heartbreaking.
On the other hand, maybe Jisung will look at Minho with his huge, gleaming eyes and admit that he loves him, too.
They've already come this far, so Minho figures he doesn't have much to lose if he makes some huge heartfelt confession. So he decides to make his way down the hall to the room Jisung is getting ready in, because there's no time like the present to admit your all-consuming, fiery, world-stopping love.
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The sound of the toilet flushing fills the room as Jisung leans against the bathroom wall. He's thrown up three times by now. Every time he thinks he's in the clear, he starts to remember that he's actually marrying Minho and it propels him back to the toilet.
He feels like a liar, and that's what's making him so sick. Because he's going through with this without telling Minho that he wants an actual marriage. That even though they've only known each other for three months, Jisung wants to move in with Minho and greet him when he gets home from work and talk about their future in a way that isn't a joke. It's a little pathetic.
He's focusing on evening out his breathing when he hears a knock on his door. He figures it must be Chan or Changbin; he had texted them earlier that he was feeling sick and could use some sort of seltzer water. Some crackers, too, if they could find them. So Jisung doesn't think twice about his disheveled appearance as he swings open the door to his room, only to be met with Minho dressed to the nines, concern immediately painted on his face.
"Are you okay?" Minho asks. At the very same time, Jisung blurts, "You look hot."
Jisung laughs awkwardly and runs a hand through his hair. "Uh, yeah. I'm fine, thanks." He pauses, trying to think of something to say that doesn't reveal his true stream of consciousness. "Isn't it bad luck to see the groom before the wedding?" Jisung jokes, deflecting any true emotions.
Minho cracks a gentle smile and nods his head forward, as if he's asking for permission to enter the room. Jisung steps to the side, allowing Minho to walk over to the couch. Jisung shuts the door behind him, bracing himself for whatever is about to happen.
Maybe Minho's here to call off the wedding. Maybe he's realized this whole thing is stupid and bad and Jisung is a disaster and Minho doesn't need that kind of baggage right now.
"Okay. I need to tell you something," Minho says. He seems a little frenzied. It's jarring, considering he's normally so composed.
Jisung plants himself on the couch and nods for Minho to continue.
"I don't want to get married to you as a joke."
Jisung feels his face fall. Minho must notice, too, because he's quick to continue.
"This isn't a joke to me. I know we've been goofing around this whole time, and we've never stopped to establish if this is more than a relationship formed out of convenience. And I don't even know if you want to actually get married, or what you want in life in general, really! But I know what I want in life. I want to spend my life with you. Like, in the cheesiest, most domestic ways possible. I want to cook you your favorite breakfast, and memorize the words to every song you've ever written, and have stupid fights over what type of laundry detergent to use, or whatever else couples fight about. I don't know. I just know I want to be with you in a very real way."
Minho has looked frantic throughout his entire little monologue, but now he stops and looks at Jisung with a calm purpose. "I want to marry you. I just need you to know it's because I genuinely want to be with you, not because we are the luckiest people on the planet and we won a free dream wedding."
Jisung is pretty sure he can hear the way his heart is pumping blood through his body. Logically, he knows he actually can't, but it sure does feel like it. It feels like the entire earth is a bouncy ball, and some giant cosmic being is throwing it repeatedly against the ground.
Minho stares at Jisung through the silence, a pleading look in his eyes. Jisung knows he needs to say something, and he's about to word-vomit all of his feelings on the floor when he instead real-vomits all over the carpet.
To his credit, Minho barely flinches. He certainly looks surprised, but instead of lingering on it, he jumps into action. He grabs some towels from the bathroom and a bottle of water from the fridge for Jisung, immediately trying to clean the floor.
Jisung is going to be sick again, this time from the fact that he's so overwhelmed by this tiny act of love.
"I love you, too." Jisung pauses and lets the words marinate. "Well. I think too? I'm now realizing you didn't actually hit me with the L word. But. I do. I love you. And I want to spend all of my time with you until I die, hopefully at the exact same moment as you when we're both really old so that we don't have to spend a single moment without the other. Sorry, that was really gay of me."
Kneeling on the floor, Minho stares up at Jisung in awe. "That was really gay of you. Luckily I also have some really gay feelings for you, so I can let it go."
Minho tosses the towels to the side and sits next to Jisung on the couch. "I'd kiss you right now, but, well. You just threw up."
"Yeah. Fourth time today, too."
Jisung kind of regrets saying that, because it instantaneously makes Minho look worried. "Four times? Jagiya, are you okay? If you don't want to get married, I understand. I don't want you to do anything that's making you so upset."
Nuzzling into Minho's shoulder, Jisung smiles. "No, I do want to get married to you. So bad. And I was feeling guilty for that, because I wasn't being honest with you. You deserved to know that I was in love with you, but I was too scared to actually say that. So instead I was just throwing up a lot."
Minho chuckles. "Crazy to think we were on the same page and didn't even know it. We could have made this a whole lot simpler if we just admitted our feelings, huh?"
"Yeah. But we're too stupid for that."
"Well. I think we're supposed to get married in a few hours. Will you be ready?"
Jisung looks down and considers his appearance. "Maybe if you help me clean up."
"Han Jisung, I see right through you. I know you're just trying to get me into the shower with you. Let it be known, I'm not fucking you again until we're married."
"What happened to uncontrollably horny Minho? I miss him," Jisung laments.
"Chan came and gave him a scary talk about the meaning of marriage."
Jisung gapes. "No he did not. Oh my god. That's so embarrassing. For me and for him!"
"Eh, it wasn't too bad. It helped me pull my head out of my ass and get me to come speak to you. Reveal that you're the love of my life and all that shit."
"Gross. I can't believe we now kind of owe him for this. Whatever." Jisung sits up and brushes his hands over his clothes. "Okay, you've got to go. Before I suck your dick or something. Plus, I need to get ready. I'm getting married in a few hours, you know!"
Minho smiles and presses a gentle kiss to Jisung's forehead. "Please brush your teeth before the ceremony because I'm going to shove my tongue so far into your mouth that Seungmin is going to cry."
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It's a different kind of nervousness, the way Minho is feeling now. Now that he knows he and Jisung want the same thing, he's no longer worried about that side of all of this. But he is nervous in the sense that this is a big day, and he wants everything to go perfectly. If not for himself, then for Jisung.
He's got his nice suit on, he's about to marry the love of his life without any facades, and he feels incredible. He's waiting outside to meet his friends, and he's overcome with joy when he sees them leave the hotel.
Seungmin is wearing a Pororo costume and he looks so stupid. It's perfect. Hyunjin and Jeongin opted for a couple's costume (Minho doesn't even know when they got together – it must have been during these past few Jisung-filled months). Jeongin is Harley Quinn and Hyunjin is the Joker. All three of them look at Minho with fury in their eyes.
"Hold on. Where's your costume?" Hyunjin asks.
"Well, you see… we thought it would be funny if we told all of you to wear costumes and then we just wore nice suits. And we were right, this is hilarious."
Seungmin flips him off as he climbs into the cab, the others following suit. Nothing can put a damper on his mood, though, because not only is he getting married to the love of his life today, but his friends are also wearing stupid costumes. It's the best day ever.
"Will we have time to explore the castle or is this strictly a wedding day?" Seungmin asks.
"Uh, I don't know. You can probably explore?" Minho answers.
"Thank god, because I read they have an exhibit where they used to hold prisoners, and it even has recordings of tortured screams."
Minho perks up. "Hold on, that sounds awesome. I know I'm the one getting married but I really want to see that."
"More than you want to kiss Jisung on the lips?" Jeongin asks.
"Well. Fair point."
"Are you nervous?" Hyunjin asks.
"Kind of? But it's not bad nervous. It's like, excited nervous. I know whatever is gonna come next is gonna be awesome as hell."
"I preferred when you were cold and heartless. I don't like this development of you feeling deep love," Seungmin deadpans.
"Then that sucks for you, because now my heart feels like it's filled with rainbows and unicorns. Jisung just does that to me."
"I wish I was listening to the tortured screams of prisoners right now. It would be so much better than this."
It takes some convincing, but Seungmin agrees to walk Minho down the aisle. Changbin is walking Jisung; that was an easy decision, considering Chan was the officiant.
Minho doesn't see the others before the ceremony begins, so he has the distinct pleasure of taking in their costumes in real time.
As Seungmin guides Minho down the aisle – he's walking down to an orchestral version of Gangnam Style, of course – Chan comes into view. He's dressed as a priest, which is funny. Minho has to appreciate the themed costume.
He sees Felix to the side, dressed as a slutty nun. Honestly, he should have seen that coming. Changbin is still back with Jisung, so Minho will have to wait a few more minutes for that costume. Though honestly, he might not even notice. He might be so distracted by how fucking beautiful Jisung will undoubtedly look.
"You ready?" Seungmin asks as they walk.
"Yeah. Of course."
"Okay. As your wedding gift, I will be nice to you for the rest of the day. That's it, though. Don't push it."
"Kim Seungmin, you are such a kind soul. What would I ever do without you in my life?"
"Be miserable, probably."
By then they've reached the end of the aisle, so Seungmin takes his seat on the side.
"I heard you spoke to Jisung. I'm glad," Chan says quietly as Minho takes his place at the altar.
"Thanks for knocking some sense into me, I guess," Minho concedes. Chan smiles warmly, and then the orchestral version of I Just Had Sex by The Lonely Island comes on, and Minho's entire world stops as Jisung steps into view.
He's looking sharp in a three piece suit; frankly, the sight takes Minho's breath away. He can't believe how lucky he is to get to call Jisung his. Like, for real, too. No longer with the stupid disguise of it being a joke or whatever stupid thing they had been pretending their relationship was.
A smile breaks across Minho's face as he watches Jisung walk down the aisle. He vaguely registers that Changbin is dressed as a pig in overalls, but he barely gives that any attention. He's far more preoccupied with the fact that Jisung looks like a prince.
Their wedding night is going to be so fucking good.
Jisung finally makes it to the altar, taking his place across from Minho. "Hi," Jisung says, smiling shyly.
"Hi," Minho replies. The two of them spend a moment just looking at each other.
"Can I marry you now or did you guys just wanna stare into each other's eyes for the rest of the day?" Chan asks, snapping both of them out of their stupor. They both nod, signaling for Chan to proceed.
"We are gathered here today to join Han Jisung and Lee Minho in holy matrimony. There's no denying these two are soulmates; in fact, there's simply no other way to explain their past three months of winning vacations at an unheard of rate."
Everyone laughs. Chan's always been good at working an audience.
"I believe you both have written your own vows?" When he gets two nods in response, Chan continues. "Minho, go ahead."
"Han Jisung, I love you. I love you a stupid amount. It's like you were created to be my soulmate, because everything about you is perfect. There's no one out there who would put up with me. I could stand up here and speak for fourteen hours about how much I love you, how excited I am to spend the rest of our lives together. But instead, I'll just say I'm really excited to spend so much time fucking. Also the sappy stuff, but I want to make sure everyone knows we are gonna fuck nasty. Tonight and every night going forward."
There's a mixture of laughter and grimaces, and Felix even whistles. Jisung blushes adorably, and Minho wants to take a bite of his cheek.
"Well, okay. I should have expected that," Chan says. "Jisung, your vows?"
"Oh, yeah. Um. I tried to write something. I write a lot of words, but I sat down and couldn't come up with anything that adequately described my love for you. You complete me in a way I didn't think I would ever find. It seems our connection was written in the stars, no matter how fucking cheesy that sounds. I'm a die hard believer of all cheesy things now, because it's the only way to explain us. I love you a lot and I plan to spend every day of my life making sure you know that. Additionally, I too look forward to all the fucking. We're gonna go crazy. No one will hear from us for a month, probably."
"You guys are making it very difficult to be happy about officiating," Chan says through a light grimace. "But, I guess I have to finish my job. Minho, do you take Jisung as your wedded husband?"
"I do," Minho answers. He couldn't fight the smile on his face if he tried.
"And Jisung, do you take Minho as your wedded husband?"
"Fuck yeah I do," Jisung answers, getting a round of laughter in response. They exchange the rings – blue raspberry ring pops, of course. They have actual rings that they bought at that jewelry shop where they won this wedding, but the ring pops are far more fitting for the ceremony. They'll put their boring, normal rings on later.
"Well, with the power vested in me, I pronounce you both husband and husband. You may now kiss the groom."
Minho lives up to the promise he made to Jisung earlier. He's quick to stick his tongue into Jisung's mouth, even tilting him backwards a little to deepen the kiss. They kiss for what seems like forever, only separating when Seungmin throws one of his penguin shoes at them.
"Hey! I thought you were going to be nice to me today," Minho complains with a pout.
"That was nice of me. I could have thrown something hard or sharp instead."
"Well, thank you guys for coming to this ceremony. We could have a reception but I think we would much rather go have filthy sex, so. Enjoy the rest of your day! I've given you all envelopes of cash so you can enjoy the rest of your trip. Do not attempt to contact us for sixteen hours, as I will be busy making Jisung come until he can't anymore." Minho takes Jisung hand and guides him out of the ceremony room, cackling at the jeers being directed at them as they leave.
"So. Your room or mine?" Jisung asks.
"Oh, neither. I have the honeymoon suite booked."