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My feelings are always the same as back then, please answer me at the end of this road,

Shall we go further?

-More days with you, Super Junior.

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“-and they were an atrocious yellow colour! I mean didn’t they check them when they were loaded into the van- who in the right mind would order a ton of those monstrous flowers to a wedding for god’s sake?!” Hyukjae ranted, as shut to door to their private hotel room in Jeju Island, taking in the form of his boyfriend curled up in bed in his pajamas, pen in hand, crumpled pieces of paper surrounding him. 

“So the vendor’s got the flowers mixed up but it’s not like they didn’t send any at all.” Donghae soothed, his ebony eyes crinkling into crescents as he flashes a sweet smile towards the dancer. “I’m sure we can still use the yellow  ones- they can’t be as ugly as you make them seem.”

“You won’t say that if you saw those beastly buttercups, Hae. They’re horrible.” The blue haired man protested, pushing a pile of notes with illegible scribbles aside, sitting down on the bed. “And I wanted tomorrow to be perfect. We had a all-white colour scheme planned out too. Now everything’s ruined!”

The brunette sits up on the bed, reaching out to brush aside a lock of hair that had fallen across his boyfriend’s forehead, smiling as the other leaned into his touch.  

“I’m sure we can salvage the flowers somehow.” Donghae replied softly. “If we can’t use the buttercups, there’s wildflowers all over the hotel gardens. We can send Siwon and Kyuhyun on a flower picking mission!”

“I can already hear them complaining.” Hyukjae sighed, mindlessly straightening out a crumpled piece of paper on the bed. “Kyuhyun anyway.”

“They’ll grumble and complain, but they’ll still do it.” The brunette laughed, his ebony orbs flashing in mirth. “Because it’s Teukie hyung and at the end of the day, we’ll do anything to make him happy.” 

The mauve haired dancer’s lips stretched into a small grin as he leaned forward to press a lingering kiss against the younger’s cheek. 

“What about the cake?” Donghae asked, threading this fingers along the his boyfriend’s cropped locks, massaging his scalp gently. “Did you manage to sort it out today?”

“Well the original cake’s in Busan. God knows how they managed to mix up Jeju Island with Busan- it’s half a country away!” The dancer scoffed, his brows furrowing in frustration. “But Ryeowook’s baking a new one overnight. Last I heard of him- he’s kicked everyone out of the hotel’s kitchen and apparently throwing a hissy fit whenever someone comes in without his permission.”

“Well we wouldn’t want anyone to interrupt his culinary flow, do we?” The younger chuckled, reaching out to intertwine their hands together.  “I’m sure Wookie would end up making a chocolate cake that tops the original one.”

The mauve haired man smiled weakly, glancing at the small hand that fitted into his perfectly.

“Heechul Hyung’s still trying to stop the madwoman from gate crashing the wedding.” He said, sighing. “The last thing we need is a jealous ex walking into an already messed up ceremony. This entire day’s a recipe for disaster!” 

“Hyung and noona know how much effort you put in to make this day special for them, Hyuk.”  The brunette replied, “They’d love it just because of that.”

Hyukjae nodded looking unconvinced, his gaze falling on the heaps of crumpled paper on the covers with barely legible handwriting. 

“How was your day? Don’t tell me you spent the entire day locked up in here trying to come up with a speech?!” The dancer asked incredulously. 

A deep pout made its way to the brunette’s features, his lashes fluttering as he directed his gaze towards the bed, his cinnamon brown locks of hair falling over his forehead.

“About that- I think the speech will be another imperfection in tomorrow’s ceremony.” He mumbled sadly, not meeting the other’s eyes. 

While all the members had divided the wedding planning among themselves with the mauve haired man volunteering to be in charge of the brunt of the work, Donghae had been left with the simple duty of making the toast. A task that, to everyone’s surprise, had him locked inside his hotel room for days, a mountain of crumpled paper heaping up on the bin, chicken-scratches scribbled all over them.

“Hae- it’s just a speech.” Hyukjae replied astonished, gathering his boyfriend into his arms, letting the younger bury his head in the crook of his neck. “You can’t possibly be so stressed about this- you’ve know Teukie-hyung for almost two decades and you’ve known noona the longest out of all of us. I’m sure they’ll love whatever you come up with.”

“That’s just it- I’ve known them for so long and I really do love them both, so I want to be perfect for them and not my usual chaotic whirlwind self.” The brunette mumbled his voice muffled against the other’s neck. 

“They love your chaotic whirlwind self, baby.” The dancer cooed, pressing a kiss against the messy cinnamon brown tuft of hair. “So do I. You don’t need to be this nervous.”

The younger’s pout deepened, his swirling pool of ebony orbs betraying his apprehension toward the big day as his boyfriend cleared the bed of all papers carelessly strewn about. 

“I do have a backup plan.” Donghae suddenly said, reaching out into his back pocket, taking out a small familiar scroll of paper. “The ajumma said that I had to rip this and say a wish right? That it’ll be valid for a day? I’m using this tomorrow.” 

Hyukjae stood still, staring in disbelief as the brunette held a scrap of paper that a fortune-telling ajumma had given them in Japan. They had been on tour and had visited the clairvoyant out of their own amusement, who  had granted  the youngest of the pair a wish because the brunette had complimented her. The dancer had just laughed at his boyfriend for charming even a fortune teller and had forgotten about the whole event till the other held up the little scroll. 

“Hae you can’t be serious.” The mauve haired man chuckled, kissing the corner of the younger’s mouth. “What happened to my brave baby who would scream and yell at Heechul hyung without batting an eyelid?”

“You’re right- this is stupid. I used to be way more confident back then.” Donghae mumbled, mindlessly tearing up the paper. “I wish I could go back to being a baby again. At least then I won’t be so scared about a stupid toast.” 

Hyukjae laughed quietly, sliding under the covers, tucking them both in bed, leaning in to press a pair of plump lips against the brunette’s thin ones in a gentle lip lock, his eyes crinkling into crescents as the younger moaned softly. 

“Tomorrow, once the wedding is over, I’ll give you the spoiling you deserve.” The mauve haired man promised, stealing one last kiss before drawing his boyfriend to his side, wrapping his arms possessively around the other’s smaller frame. 

The younger smiled, snuggling to his side, muttering a quiet goodnight before his exhausted eyes fluttered shut. Hyukjae drifted off into dreamland, holding his boyfriend close as the night fell upon them. 

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Streaks of sunshine streamed into their hotel room through the blinds as the mauve haired man blinked groggily, reaching out to drag his boyfriend closer to him only to be met with empty space. He tiredly ran a hand over his messy tuft of locks, wondering whether Donghae had gotten up early to practice his speech when a small giggle reached his ears.

The dancer looked down in confusion only to see a pair of big doe-like eyes peering back up at him, a tiny body pressed up against his side, a small hand with cute fingers reaching out to poke the Hyukjae’s nose as the adorable chubby cheeks stretched into a wide happy smile.

The dancer stared at the baby in his bed, his mind still clouded from the sleep wondering why there was a child in his bed and what had become of his boyfriend.It wasn’t until another gleeful giggle reached him did he realize that the baby was wearing the over sized shirt that the brunette had worn to sleep, his mind catching up on the events that had taken place at a dizzying speed. 

“Hyu-kkiee...” The baby squeeled, reaching out his chubby arms, demanding to be held, hugged and loved. 

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Author’s Note 

Fluff. Fluff. FLUFF GLORE! Because guess what? My exams are over! I’m free XD Dobby isn’t the only free elf out there now lol  Anyways this time I’ve literally turned Donghae into a baby~~ I had such a fun time writing this <3 There’ll be quite a bit of Chulhae in here too because that ship has climbed up my ranks, not romantically but in a ‘I raised you- you are my son’ kind of way~  I’ll be updating this & ‘don’t leave like the rain’ soon. 

On a side note, I finally made myself a Twitter account. I’m @14katebeckett. Follow me and I’ll follow you back haha :) I’d love to talk with more elfs and gush about Donghae if anyone’s willing ~~~ 

Thank you for reading x Looking forward to the comments :) 

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