UNTIL DEATH DO US PART
When you were still a little girl, you often went to Lu Han’s house, knocking persistently on his wooden door so early in the morning, until his housekeeper opened it with impatient slash a bit angry eyes. You grinned at the old man, saying hello so casually as if you were visiting your best childhood friend in a reasonable hour—when actually, it wasn’t.
The old man, who was dressed neatly in his butler clothes, stared at you with squinted eyes and tight lips. “Young master is still asleep.”
“Let me wake him up then!” You beamed at him.
“But young lady! You shouldn’t—”
Before the grey haired man could finish his protest, you already let yourself in, running happily on your little feet, dancing in your floral dress. You knew where his room was by heart and not a minute later, you were already standing in front of his door. You didn’t bother to knock on it, since you knew Lu Han never kept his door locked. Maybe he didn’t say it out loud, but you could tell he was still afraid to sleep in his own room. Lu Han was such a big crybaby back then.
You climbed up to his bed, crawling your way inside his fluffy blanket and lay your body next to him. Lu Han always slept like a corpse, so it didn’t surprise you when he kept sleeping soundly as if your movements weren’t noisy at all.
You took a deep breath.
“LU HAN! LU HAN!” You called his name so loudly, even though you were just a breath away from his ear. “WAKE UP, LULU!”
The little—but older—boy snapped up from his sleep with a deep groan, moving his right hand to cover his possibly damaged ear. “Uuh, whaaaaaat?” he whined, pulling his blanket until it covered him from his toe to the top of his head. “It’s still so early. Let me sleep.”
“No!” You started yanking the blanket off of him, but he wouldn’t budge. “Lulu, wake up! I have something to show you!”
“Not until you look at me!”
“Ugh, fine!” Lu Han threw the blanket away, glaring at you with wide, red eyes. “What?!”
You grinned mischievously at him before you showed it to him. “TA-DAAAA!”
Lu Han squinted his eyes as he examined the cover of a magazine you brought in your hands. “Modern… Bride… Magazine?”
“Yep!” Your grin grew even wider. “Go take a look at it, Lulu! They have beautiful dresses!”
Lu Han seemed a bit intrigued by then. He took the magazine away from your hand and flipped open the first page. Since he was older, he had learned how to read before you could even count to twenty. At that moment, you still couldn’t read a single word in that magazine, so you asked him, “What does it say?”
“Umm…” He took some time to concentrate when he tried to read through the letters. “Ga… Garden… Pa… P-party… Wed… ding.”
“Garden party wedding?” you frowned, sitting right beside him on the bed and placed your chin on his shoulder as both of you looked at a certain page on the magazine. “What does it mean?”
“I don’t know,” Lu Han answered but after he opened another page, he shouted, “Oh look! Cake! They’re eating a cake at the garden!”
“Whoaaa,” you said, gaping at the photo of a beautiful wedding cake. “That’s a hugeeeee cake!”
“I know, right? And they have toys on top of it too!” Lu Han was amazed at the frosting and the wedding cake toppers, which were small models that sit on top of the cake, representing a bride and a groom in formal wedding attires.“Haha! They look like these two people.”
You nodded in excitement. “Mom said that the man is called the groom and the woman is the bride. They’re getting married.”
Lu Han was smiling boyishly. “Well, if getting married means I can get that big cake with cute toys on it, I say let’s get married now.”
“Yaaay, you’re the groom!” You cheered, grinning together with him. “Can I be the bride?”
“Sure!” Lu Han stood up on his bed, offering you a hand to do the same.
After you took his hand, the two of you were jumping on his bed, laughing and continuously shouting, “Yaaaay, we’re getting married!” for the whole world to hear.
“My, my, not so fast, my child.” A familiar voice came from the door, stopping you two from acting like… well, kids.
“Auntie!” You called, immediately climbing off the bed and ran to hug her by the waist. “Auntie, Lulu and I are getting married!”
The lady was laughing as she gently patted your head. “Is that so?”
“Yes, mother!” Lu Han came around too, and his mother sighed at the sight of the bird nest sitting on his head.
“I can’t have my child getting married with a hair like that,” she said, kneeling in front of the two kids before she kissed Lu Han’s temple and ran her hand through his jostled hair.
“Auntie, I’m going to wear a beautiful white dress!” You said, trying to steal her attention away from her only son.
“Oh, really?” she asked, smiling motherly at his child’s best friend. “I think you’re going to look so beautiful, dear.”
“Of course, I will!” You jumped on your feet excitedly. “And Lulu is going to wear a tie—”
“Hey, why do I have to wear a tie?” Lu Han started whining. “I hate wearing ties!”
You gave him a look. “But the groom has to wear a tie!”
“Then I don’t want to be the groom!”
“What are you going to be, then?” you asked, folding your little arms on your chest. “The bride?”
Lu Han pouted and ran to his mom. “Mother~ She’s being mean to me again!”
His mother chuckled and she gently pushed the children closer to the bed so they could sit side by side. “Listen, kids,” she said when she held Lu Han around the waist as the boy sat on her lap. “Getting married is a big deal. You have to be in love with each other.”
“I love Lulu,” you immediately said and glared at the boy so he would say the same thing about you. “And you love me too, don’t you, Lulu?”
“Mother~” Lu Han whimpered and hugged his mother tighter. The lady only laughed a bit more.
“But it’s not just love you need,” Lu Han’s mother said again. The way she talked was like telling a bedtime story, lulling you to sleep with a soothing voice. “You need to have faith, responsibility, and most important of all, loyalty.”
She spoke so many big words that made your head goes round and round. “I don’t get it, Auntie.”
The lady playfully ruffled your hair. “It’s something you’re going to understand when you’re older, my dear.”
“I can’t wait to grow up,” Lu Han mumbled, narrowing his eyes at you. “So you won’t be able to order me around ever again!”
You blew raspberry at him, sticking your tongue out mockingly.
Lu Han whined again. “Mother~”
“Hey Auntie,” you asked, taking the lady’s hand. “Will I get married when I’m older?”
Lu Han threw a pillow at you. “No, you won’t! Because you’re mean!”
“That’s not nice, Lu Han.” His mother pinched the bridge of his nose before she smiled back at you. “Of course you will, dear. One day, you’ll meet a handsome young man who will love you forever and take care of you until the last day of his life.”
Your eyes were full of wonder. “Who is he?”
“Who knows?” she responded, “Maybe he’s a faraway stranger. Or maybe he’s your childhood friend.”
“You mean him?” you pointed your finger at Lu Han who was burying his face on the crook of his mother’s neck. “Eeew, get him away from me.”
“Hey!” Lu Han shouted. “You were the one who asked me to take you as my bride!”
“Well, I take that back!”
“Kids, please,” the lady interrupted with a motherly voice. “Whoever it is, dear,” she continued, gazing at your bright, round eyes. “I know you will live a long, happy marriage. You will wear your beautiful white dress, walk down the aisle, and your groom will look at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.”
You shrugged. “Well, I am beautiful.”
Lu Han snorted loudly. “Then why do people always think I’m the girl when we introduce ourselves?”
You were growling at him. “Because you dress like a girl.”
Lu Han wrinkled his nose. “Or maybe because you look like a boy.”
It was until Lu Han’s mother yelled at both of you that you stopped yanking the hair from his head.
“Lu Han darling, when you’re older,” his mother said, rubbing Lu Han’s back as the boy sobbed a little in her arms. “I believe you will be the most handsome man in the whole world, that every woman will have a hard time trying to take their eyes away from you. You will become the man with honor, with words they can hold and believe, and with heart so brave and kind that no one will be able to hate you. Just like your father.”
Lu Han sniffled. “Father is mean to me too sometimes.”
She chuckled and kissed his hair. “Well, kids, people change. And sometimes, they change so much that you won’t be able to recognize them. But that’s where love comes through. When you love someone, you’ll love them as a person. No matter what they do, no matter what they become, no matter what will happen to them in the future, you will always love them. Because love is more like a promise than just a single feeling. Love is when you know the darkest sides of them—ones they always try to hide—but you still stay by their side because you can’t have it any other way.”
“Whoa…” Lu Han said, nodding his head unconsciously. “Whatever that is, I think love is better than cake.”
You couldn’t agree more. “I think so too. Where can I buy one of those?”
The lady smiled and you thought you wanted to become like her in the future; so pretty and graceful.
“You don’t have to, my dear,” she said, “Time will do it for you.”
It all started in a Sunday morning.
“Hey, you,” Baekhyun softly mumbled, as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of your fingers playing with his hair. Everytime he saw you sitting idly by yourself on the couch, he would always join in and lay on his side with his head on your lap. You would always grunt at the sight at first but then look at him adorably because despite his age—he just turned twenty-four this year—Byun Baekhyun was still a child at heart.
You removed your gaze from the TV screen and smiled back at him. “Hey, you,” you replied, reveling in the joy of having Baekhyun’s head on your lap. This always reminded you back to those college days you two spent in your dorm’s room.
Baekhyun sneaked a glance before he smirked. “Already looking so beautiful in the morning.”
“Oh, please,” you groaned, rolling your eyes.
“What?” Baekhyun retorted, grinning. “I was talking about myself.”
You snorted, poking his stomach while he was laughing like a little boy. After a moment, he took a hold of your hand and pressed it to his cheek, sometimes kissing the tip of your fingers as he spoke, “Can I ask you something?”
“If it’s about your Sponge Bob boxer, I’ve already told you. I don’t approve of that.”
“It’s not that,” he said, chuckling a little. “And leave my SpongeBob boxer alone, all right? It was a birthday gift from Yeol back in high school. He wanted me to have it because he got one for himself.”
“What?” you remarked. “You two wear matching boxers in high school?”
“No. He was wearing Patrick,” Baekhyun explained. “Chanyeol insisted that best friends should wear underwear that mean something. Since Patrick and SpongeBob are best friends, Yeol wanted us to be like that too.”
“Oh my God.” You made a face. “I don’t know if that’s sweet or just utterly disgusting.”
Baekhyun shrugged. “I thought it was ridiculous too at that time. But then I realize how much he means to me. He’s really a great friend, you know? He’s always there for me.”
You looked at him with a wide grin on your face. “Aaw~ Look at you, holding your best friend so dearly like that. You make me want to pat you on the head and buy you a bike so you can ride around the town with your BFF.”
“Shut up!” Baekhyun pinched the skin at the back of your hand. “And don’t you ever tell him that, okay?”
“But why~?” You asked, teasing him further. “Yeollie deserves to know how much his Baekhyunnie loves him~”
The next sudden movements coming from him were too fast for you to process in your head, but the next thing you knew, you were lying down with your back on the couch and Baekhyun hovering on top of you with a y smirk on his face.
“You’re such a tease,” Baekhyun said, pinning you down with your hands held in his.
“Mmm,” you hummed, grinning seductively when he leaned close and grazed the tip of your nose with his. “But you like me that way.”
When he pressed his lips against yours, you were smiling into the kiss, arching your back so you could press yourself closer to him. He eventually let go of your hands and let you wrap your hands around his neck.
“I still have that question I want to ask,” Baekhyun said. His voice was low and y when you trailed your lips down his jaw to his neck.
Baekhyun pulled back slightly, looking at you straight in the eyes. “You know how we’ve been living together for almost a year by now, right?”
“I know,” you said. “Hey, here’s a little trivia for you. I think we’ve already had in every corner of this apartment.”
Baekhyun opened his eyes and smirked at you. “I love it when you to me.”
You rolled your eyes. “How is that ing? I was only stating out the truth.”
“Yeah, but you made me think about doing dirty things to you,” he said, chuckling as he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you for a kiss.
You let him press his lips against yours but pulled away before he could do anything more. “Stop right there, Baekgu. I’m still sore from last night. Making out is fine, but not .”
“Ugh,” he groaned dramatically, “I should’ve dated a girl with better stamina.”
You pinched his nose. “What did you say?”
He swatted your hands away and leaned down to steal another kiss from your lips before he spoke. “So my question is, when are we gonna get married?”
You couldn’t say that you weren’t surprised by his sudden question. After graduation, you had decided to move in together with Baekhyun in this little apartment at the suburban of Seoul. The place was just so simple and dull, and you would be lying if you said that this was everything you ever wanted. The two of you weren’t the richest couple in the world and you two had to struggle to find a proper job before you could take your relationship to the next stage. Baekhyun had been literally running to every corner of this town, trying to find a work that suit him best. Sure, he had gotten many cards and job invitations from some top entertainment industries in South Korea. But, since Baekhyun said he was a free spirit, he didn’t want to sign any contract whatsoever with them so those job opportunities eventually disappeared. You had wanted to confront and be mad at him about it, but then you realized something. Becoming an artist would surely do him good, but would it give the same effect to your relationship? You had imagined him being the world’s favorite singer, every girl calling his name like he was their God, and he wouldn’t have the chance to spend some quality time with you anymore. So yeah, you were glad when he declined the offers.
Now, Baekhyun officially stated out loud that he wanted to become a composer. He had written so many beautiful songs—Angel was your favorite—and he had been trying to sell them to some music companies. It hadn’t been so successful, but that didn’t mean he would stop trying.
You, on the other hand, had gotten offered a job to be a dance teacher in your past university. You had been reluctant to accept it at first—what with Kim Jongin still working there too—but when you learned that you would be teaching the basic of ballet and contemporary dance to little children, you didn’t have the heart to say no. After all, you loved kids. You still do. And the salary was great too, and you wouldn’t be working anywhere near Kim Jongin so everything seemed to be just fine.
But of course, you two were still struggling to keep up with the rent bills, Baekhyun’s music instruments, your ballet shoes, and your every day’s needs. You had been trying to save your money, but you still didn’t think it would all be enough to pay for a wedding—even a simple one—and the honeymoon trip you always fantasized before you went to sleep.
“Baekhyun,” you sadly said, unconsciously stopped your hand from playing with the strands of his hair. “You know how badly I want to marry you.”
“Don’t sugarcoat things, Sweetheart,” he replied, staring straight at your eyes with so many emotions in his dark orbs. “I can sense the hesitation in your voice. Look, I’m not asking whether you want to marry me or not—we’ve been through that almost a year ago. I’m asking when are we going to get married.”
You softly sighed. “We still don’t have enough money to pay for it, Baek.”
“I’ve saved some.” He sounded confident. “We can totally do this.”
“No, listen to me,” you stated firmly, “It’s not just for the wedding, Baekhyun. We have a whole life ahead of us. We have to think about the expenses, about what we’re going to do when we have kids, what will—”
“Sweetheart, I don’t care.” Baekhyun tilted his head close and cupped your cheeks with his hands. Pressing his forehead against yours, he said, “I love you.”
“And I love you too, Baekhyun,” you said, closing your eyes for a second when he pressed a chaste kiss on your lips. “But it’s not that simple. It’s not that easy.”
“We’ll find a way together.”
“No, you have to understand—”
“Hey,” Baekhyun called, freezing you from your protest for a second too long. “Look, I. Love. You. I want to be with you forever and I know you do too. I want us to promise each other that, and to have the world see how you can only be mine and always be mine.”
You were lost in his eyes as he dazed you over with his words. “I’m always yours.”
“I am too.” He smiled and kissed the tip of your nose. “But sweetheart, I want to do it properly. I want to make a vow upon it. I want everyone to hear me. I want them to know how much I love you and how much I want us to be together until death do us part.”
You found it hard to breathe. “Until death do us part?”
“If I have the strength, I won’t even let that separate us too.” He smiled and looked at you with those eyes that screamed so many beautiful things but also hard to translate into words. “I’ll die many times just to be with you again, Sweetheart.”
Because sometimes, feelings aren’t meant to be spoken.
Feelings are meant to be felt.
“ you, Byun Baekhyun,” you said before you grabbed him by the collar and smashed your mouth against his. “Why do you have to say things like that?” you murmured against his lips as he tried to his way into your mouth. “You.” You kissed his cheek. “Are.” His nose. “Such.” The corner of his mouth. “A greaseball.” His lips.
Baekhyun didn’t answer, but you knew how he was smiling into the kiss. The two of you spent a few moments just busy kissing each other and reeling in each other’s warmth until you were out of breath and feeling hot and needy.
Baekhyun crawled down your body, gently pressing tiny butterfly kisses down your neck and collarbones. “So,” he murmured, lips still in tact with your skin, “Are you still having second thoughts about marrying me?”
No, God, no, just marry me already, you wanted to scream those words out loud, but some corners in your mind still couldn’t throw away the logical thinking aside. “But what about the money? And our honeymoon? Baek, I want to have a great honeymoon with you,” you were almost whining at the last part.
Baekhyun chuckled lowly, his voice vibrating through your skin. You sighed when you felt his hand caressing your stomach, and took a sharp breath when his mouth went lower to your chest.
“I have a plan,” he said, mouthing softly against the sensitive skin. You squirmed in content under his touch.
“What plan?” you breathed out, slipping your fingers through the strands of his hair.
“About our honeymoon,” he replied, nibbling lightly at the skin right beside your bellybutton. “I’ll take you somewhere nice and quiet, maybe to a nice hotel in Jeju.”
“A beach house,” you corrected, playing along. “We should rent a beach house.”
He laughed in the most adorable way. “Sure,” he agreed, “We can rent a beach house, and there will be a beautiful beach just a few feet away behind it. You’ll hug me and thank me for it the moment we get there, but before I can claim my prize, you’ll be too busy playing with the sands under your feet. And I’ll forgive you because you look so beautiful and adorable, and also extremely y right then.”
“Mmm,” you hummed, smiling as you closed your eyes and let your imagination run according his narration. “I like this. Go on.”
Baekhyun smirked before he splayed his hand under your thigh and brought it up to wrap your leg around his waist. “I’ll take you out on a date when the sun is setting. I’ll buy us some wine, and we’ll have a small picnic right there on the sands, watching the small waves and the sunset. And when the night comes, I’ll lend you my jacket and we’ll lie down on our backs, watching the gleaming stars, which by the way, don’t shine nearly as beautiful and bright as your eyes at the moment. I’ll hold your hand and kiss your cheek, and tell you how lucky I am to be able to spend the rest of my life with you.”
You giggled because one, Baekhyun was kissing you around your hipbones and it tickled; and two, you couldn’t handle your fiancée’s greasiness. “So cheesy,” you commented and then moaned when he the soft spot. “But it’s romantic, I guess. Continue.”
“I’ll stand up and ask you to dance,” Baekhyun continued, climbing up your body again and you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist. “And you’ll laugh at me because I don’t know about dancing. But you’ll agree with me and take my hand because our favorite song is playing on the radio.”
“Wait,” you said, pushing him away for a bit when he tried to kiss you. “We’re bringing a radio to the beach?”
“You should’ve told me about that sooner.”
“Why? It’s just a radio.”
“Yeah, but in my imagination, there’s no radio,” you protested, “Now I have to start imagining it from the beginning all over again.”
“Ugh, God.” Baekhyun rolled his eyes. “Fine, there’s no radio. Let’s just say, I’m singing our favorite song and I want us to dance to it.”
You pouted. “But now I can’t stop imagining that there’s a radio beside our picnic basket.”
Baekhyun threw you a look and you laughed when he tickled your stomach with both hands. He was smiling childishly when he bent his head down and kissed you on the lips.
“What’s the name of the song we’re dancing to?” you asked, still smiling against his mouth.
“Justin Bieber’s Baby,” he replied and you broke out laughing because that was not your favorite song—or even his, to be honest.
“Okay, okay,” you said, angling your head to the side and let him kiss the spot under your ear. “So we’re dancing to Justin Bieber’s Baby. What then?”
“Then…” Baekhyun nibbled at your earlobe before he whispered, “We’ll be making love till morning.”
You chuckled and responded, “So with only one dance, I’m already itching to get into your pants? You make me sound so cheap, Baek.”
Baekhyun grinned and looked at you with sultry eyes. “But it was such a y dance, Sweetheart.”
You snorted. “I’m sorry but can you please just explain to me how exactly can we dance ily to Justin Bieber’s Baby?”
“I don’t know,” Baekhyun answered, laughing a bit. “Maybe the radio suddenly stops playing it and then plays another song entirely different. Like Hyuna’s Troublemaker.”
You narrowed your eyes mischievously. “Oh, so there’s a radio now? I thought you were singing.”
“Oh my God,” he groaned, smothering you with a deep, but playful kiss. “Just shut up already.”
There were giggles and little gasps coming from your lips when Baekhyun pressed his body closer to yours, murmuring your name against your ear and you never thought your name could sound so y and sinful like this.
Eventually, when Baekhyun had his fingers on the zipper of your jeans, you gasped, “Yes.”
“Yes what?” Baekhyun asked, mouthing a soft spot on your neck.
You wrapped an arm around his neck, bringing him closer to you, and you busied your other hand with his soft, fluffy hair. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Baekhyun.”
He stopped nipping at your collarbones. “As in, now?”
You were honestly too dazed to be thinking properly about anything other than how beautifully red his lips were and how you wanted to mark territories on his flawless neck. “Well no, not right now,” you muttered, breathing heavily. “Maybe in a few weeks. We have to make some preparation first.”
“Oh yeah, good idea,” he mumbled back, pressing himself down until you had your breath stuck in your throat from the sudden contact. “So what do you want to do now?”
You parted your legs wider and let him stick his hand under your shirt. “I don’t know, Baek, maybe we should watch ESPN or something?”
He was actually chuckling at your joke, smoothly running his lean fingers down your side. “Such a tease,” he said before he kissed you hard on the mouth again.
“Hey, Baek?” you sighed, moving in to whisper in his ear.
His eyes were half lidded when you nibbled at his earlobe. “Hmm?”
You moaned ily, wanting to get him hot and ready. He definitely thought you were about to to him, but then you whispered. “I’ll be your Hyuna if you’ll be my Hyunseung.”
“Damn it,” he said, leaning away with an annoyed look. “There goes my .”
“What, you thought I was going to beg you to do it with me or something?” you endlessly by doing the whistling part of that ‘Troublemaker’ song.
Baekhyun groaned loudly, although he looked quite amused, and picked you up bridal style with his arms. “You are one crazy woman,” he muttered.
“Hmm, maybe I should wear that leopard print mini dress,” you said, giggling as he brought you to the bedroom. “And oh! OH! You have got to wear leather pants, Baek. You’ll be just like Hyunseung. Or should I call you Byunseung?” You laughed at your own joke. “See what I did there? Since your last name’s Byun and—”
“I got it. Shut up. Just please… shut up.”
“I’m kidding,” you said, lying on the bed and pulled him down to you by wrapping an arm around his neck and tangling your legs around his waist. “Now make love to me, Baekhyun.”
He finally relaxed and moaned softly against your mouth. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“And I love you, Byunseung.”
“DAMN IT, WOMAN!”
“I’m getting married,” you said as you stood in front of the standing mirror, gazing at the beautiful girl in an elegant white dress. “Holy , I’m really getting married.”
“I know, right?” your best friend squealed beside you, already looking so gorgeous in her white bridesmaid gown. “I am so happy for you! Oh my God, I feel like I want to puke rainbows all over you or something!”
“I don’t think that’s possible and I’d rather not have any of that, thank you.” You playfully rolled your eyes but you hugged her tightly to your chest. “I’m so nervous. I think I’m going to faint.”
She pulled back to look at you with worried eyes. “You’re not having cold feet, are you?”
“No, of course not,” you immediately said, and that was the truth from the bottom of your heart. “I want to marry him. I want to marry him right now. I’m just so excited that it’s making me nervous. My skins are all tingling and I can’t stop smiling and—oh my GOD! I’m getting married!” You were jumping on your feet, squeezing your best friend in a teddy bear hug and she laughed together with you.
“That’s my girl.” She grinned and patted your cheek when you let her go. “Okay, take these.”
She handed you a golden hairpin. “Something old, to represent continuity.”
“This was my grand mother’s,” you said, feeling nostalgic at the sight of it. You wore it on your hair, and you smiled to your reflection because the hairpin made your braided hair look even more beautiful. “How did you get this?”
She only winked secretively and handed you a silver bracelet. “Something new, so you’ll be filled with optimism in your future. I bought this for you with Yeollie a few days ago. I hope you like it.”
“It’s beautiful,” you said, wearing it on your right wrist. “Thank you.”
“No problem. Here.” She gave you a pearly white tiara. “Something borrowed to symbolize happiness. You’ll have to give this back to me later, okay?”
“Will do,” you said when she placed it on top of your head, careful not to ruin the gorgeous veil around your head.
She lent you a pair of sapphire blue earrings. “And something blue, to signify love, purity, and fidelity.” Then she kissed your cheek. “May you live happily ever after, dear.”
You were honestly about to cry as you embraced your best friend. “You are the best bridesmaid ever.”
She laughed endearingly. “Just don’t forget to do the same thing on my and Yeollie’s wedding.” She took your hand and led you outside the waiting room. “Oh God, it’s not even my wedding but I feel like my heart’s about to burst!”
You gave her a little glare, but there was a smile on your lips. “Don’t you imagine Chanyeol waiting for you on that altar, okay? Today is all about me.”
She rolled her eyes playfully. “Don’t worry, Sis. I’m not going to steal your thunder. Don’t waste your time screaming at me.” Then she added a wink. “There’s plenty of screaming to do later tonight. You and Mr. Byun. If you know what I mean.”
“Oh my God!” You hissed, slapping her lightly on her bare shoulders. “You’re so dirty. What has Chanyeol done to you?”
She smiles—just that typical smile that’s usually displayed on every girl who’s fallen hopelessly in love. “He’s making me happy, that’s all.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” you said. “Really. I think I’ve been waiting for your wedding invitation since college because you two are so meant to be.”
There was something hiding behind her eyes but you couldn’t really take a grasp at it. She only replied by a faint smile and, “Let’s just hope everything will work out easily.”
“What does that mean?” You frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Ssshh,” she shushed, squeezing your hand. “Nothing’s wrong. Come on, girl. It’s your wedding today. Don’t get your head wrapped up about anything else other than Baekhyun-sshi.”
“Baekhyun…” you breathed out nervously. “I’m going to be Mrs. Byun, aren’t I?”
“Hell yeah, you are!” She giggled. “So, ready to meet your handsome groom?”
You took a deep breath and tried to contain all this joy and excitement you felt in your chest.
“Yeah,” you smiled genuinely, feeling your heart leap out of your chest. “I’m ready to get married.”
Baekhyun stood up from his seat and stated, “I’m not ready to get married.”
Before Park Chanyeol—who was already dressed gorgeously in his best man outfit, hair neatly slicked back and all—had entered the groom’s waiting room, he’d expected to see Byun Baekhyun—the supposed-to-be groom for today’s wedding ceremony—to be dressed handsomely in a clean formal attire with his hair done properly. He did not expect to see him, dressed in a baggy shirt with a pair of dirty jeans, and looking like he was a burglar being caught red handed by the police.
“I’m sorry,” Chanyeol said, letting out an awkward laughter. “I though I heard you saying you weren’t ready to get married.”
“Uh-huh,” Baekhyun was biting his fingers, sweating and twitching. “Do you have any cigarette? Alcohol? A gun to kill myself?”
“What?” Chanyeol asked, mildly raising a hand in the air as he examined the male in front of him. “What the hell are you talking about? And why are you dressed like a hobo? The wedding starts in fifteen minutes for God’s sake!”
Baekhyun began sweating even more furiously, and his chest was heaving up and down as if he was having an asthma attack. “Y-yeah, I can’t—I’m not ready—I can’t take this, Yeol,” he mumbled incoherently, “I gotta go.”
“You gotta what?!” Chanyeol was about to shriek when Baekhyun pocketed his phone and was trying to run through the door. “Baek!”
Baekhyun looked so pale as if he was just a second away from fainting like an old lady under the insufferable heat. “I can’t do this, Yeol. I gotta go. This wedding is off.”
“Stop right there!” For the first time ever, Chanyeol was thankful to God for giving him such long legs. He could catch up to Baekhyun’s short steps in no time. “What the hell are you talking about? Your fiancée is waiting for you to marry her!”
“I…” Baekhyun’s eyes were unfocused. His bottom lip was quivering when he spoke again. “I—I need to—air—I need to get some fresh air—”
“Take some fresh air in the goddamn altar!” Chanyeol dragged him back to where his tuxedo was lying sadly on the floor, as if they were thrown away—which maybe they were. “Go change your clothes, Baek! And for heaven’s sake, do it fast! We don’t have much time!” Chanyeol was just barely taking his hand off Baek’s to gather the groom’s attire when Baekhyun started running off again.
Chanyeol grabbed him by the back of his shirt when Baekhyun was already a foot away from the door. The taller one shoved him back into the room, locked the door, and pocketed the room’s key—not in his pants’ pocket, but straight inside his underpants. “Aha! You ain’t gonna go anywhere now, ByunBaek. The only way you can do that is by slipping your hand into my underwear, and I know you won’t be brave enough to touch anywhere near my —GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME, BAEK!”
This was the first time Chanyeol had a super eager guy, trying to have his hand inside his pants.
Boy, Chanyeol surely learned a lot today.
“GOD, CHANYEOL!” Baekhyun screamed when Chanyeol pushed him away from him. Frustrated, the shorter man started yelling. “I’m ing scared, all right?! I’m freaking out and I can’t do this! I can’t get married! I’m going to ruin everything—I—I can’t do that to her—I need to—” Then he started wheezing. He had one hand clutching to his chest. His eyes grew wide, begging for help. “I need to go—I can’t—”
“Breathe,” Chanyeol said cautiously, still a bit traumatized after having to endure the moment where Baekhyun was trying to stick his hand near his… junior. “You’re having a panic attack, Baek. Try to relax and breathe.”
The older male gasped loudly. “I can’t—breathe—” Baekhyun bent his body forward, one hand on his knee and another one on his chest. His eyes grew a bit red and watery. He started wheezing again, even started choking at one point.
“Hey, Baek. Baek!” Chanyeol cupped his face with both hands and lightly slapped one cheek with his stubby fingers. “Breathe. Look at me, Baekhyun!” Chanyeol gave him the proper example of breathing: exhale and inhale. “Come on, follow me. It’s easy.”
Baekhyun glared at him with don’t-talk-to-me-like-I’m-an-idiot eyes, but he followed nonetheless. The panic and anxiety started to dissipate a bit, but the fear was still there. “Chanyeol, p-please understand,” Baekhyun begged, voice breaking. “I can’t do this. Please let me go.”
“Baek, are you freaking kidding me?” Chanyeol asked, asking him with restless eyes. “You’re marrying your fiancée, who has been dating you for years, who’s been living together with you for far too many months. You’re not marrying a stranger, Baek. You love her. You were the one who asked her to do this with you and now you’re telling me you want to leave her alone at the altar? What the hell is wrong with you?”
Baekhyun bit his lower lip, feeling his hands tremble. “I can’t do this, Chanyeol.”
“Yes, you can, Baek.”
“No. I can’t.” Baekhyun shook his head repeatedly. “I’m gonna ruin everything. She’s gonna end up leaving me and—I can’t have any of that happening! I have to go. I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can!” Chanyeol’s jaw clenched hard before he shouted, “Be a man and do this!”
“I CAN’T!” Baekhyun started shouting again, trying to free himself away from his hold. “You can’t make me do this, Chanyeol! This is my decision and I’m saying—”
Everything that occurred after that happened so fast, that Baekhyun didn’t even have the chance to decipher the whole thing. For all he knew, he was pressed harshly against the door by a 184cm tall man with too much gel in his hair.
He winced when Chanyeol’s voice blasted his ears, and groaned loudly when the back of his skull met the hard surface. That hurt.
“Stop ing around, Baek!” Chanyeol had never screamed in anger at him, not even when they fought. Today was the first time he ever did. “You listen to me right now, and you listen to me well. You’re going to get your done, put on your fancy clothes, do your hair properly, and wait for your bride at the altar with a ing smile on your face. I’m going to put this as a secret between us and pretend this never happened, but you have to do what you gotta do. Do I make myself clear?”
Baekhyun felt a bit pain smearing along his neck where Chanyeol’s hand was wrapped around it. “You can’t force me—”
Chanyeol’s voice boomed through the entire room. “DO. I. MAKE. MYSELF. CLEAR?”
Baekhyun kept his mouth shut, although his teeth were clattering behind his thin lips. He nodded.
Baekhyun glared at him and grabbed tightly at Chanyeol’s wrist, twisting it away so he wouldn’t hurt his neck any more than this.
“Yes, Chanyeol,” he said when Chanyeol took his hand back. “Yes, I heard you.”
Chanyeol looked at him bleakly, staring at him with cautious eyes, and anticipating his every move. When he saw Baekhyun dragging his feet near the mirror and bent down to pick up his suit, Chanyeol eventually relaxed.
He inwardly sighed and complained, being a best man .
“I’m going to go meet Chanyeol,” your best friend said, holding your hand. “You’re gonna be okay by yourself?”
You tried to peep through the window, looking at the beautiful aisle and the altar, which were decorated with white flowers. You were waiting with a beating heart that ran like millions beats at a time. You could see most of the guests already seated on the front rows; you could spot Kim Minseok waiting with a soft smile directed to his wife, as she played with her little girl’s ponytail. You could spot your favorite dance teachers there too. But you couldn’t spot your father, who was supposed to be right here with you right now, waiting together to you down the aisle. Of course, it would be just fine for you to be walking down the aisle by yourself, but wouldn’t it be a little sad? Your mother had passed away and your father couldn’t even make it to the wedding.
Your heart ached even more when you noticed Lu Han, your childhood friend, wasn’t there too.
“He’s not coming, is he?” you whispered.
“Who?” she asked. “Your father?”
You clenched your jaw, and surprised yourself when you said it. “No. Lu Han.”
“I thought he said he wouldn’t come.”
“I know,” you mumbled softly. “But I just wish—”
“SORRY I’M LATE!” A familiar voice came through your hearing zone, making you jumped and immediately turned your back toward the source. When you caught the sight of him, a sense of relief flooded your heart and washed your anxiety away.
There stood Lu Han, sweating and breathing hard as if he had just run for at least a mile here. He was dressed sloppily in a suit. His white shirt was untucked. His hair looked like a tornado just passed by him. And he wasn’t wearing a tie for God’s sake.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” You yelled loudly, even though you could barely hide your happy grin to appear on your lips. “This is my wedding, Lulu! Can’t you please just wear a goddamn tie—” He cut you off with a big, sloppy kiss on the cheek. “God, Lu Han, that’s gross!”
“Yeah, yeah,” he waved her off, busying himself with trying to tuck his shirt inside his pants. Your friend brought her eyes to the ground, looking a bit embarrassed but Lu Han was being completely ignorant about the whole thing, and just said, “I love you too. Now, sorry I’m a bit late, but at least your bride is safe and sound, Ladies and Gentlemen. Mr. Lutastic here is going to her safely to the arms of the eyeliner bastard—”
You elbowed him. Hard. “That’s my future husband you’re talking about!”
Your best friend let out a soft giggle. “Aaaw, you are so in love~” and when you glared at her, she focused her stare away to Lu Han—who was properly dressed this time, but still without a tie. “And you, Luhannie-Oppa. I’m trusting the bride in your hands.”
“And I’ll be guarding her with my life,” he said, bowing exaggeratedly. You stomped on his feet.
“Yah! These shoes are expensive!”
"Oh shut up, and come here so I can fix your hair," you said, moving your hands to his head as he pouted and squated down for a bit so you could reach his hair. "Honestly, Oppa. You wasted hours in front of the mirror to fix your hair just for a date with some random girl and you show up like this at my wedding? I am very dissappointed with you."
Lu Han wrinkled his nose at you. "Sorry, Mom."
Your best friend rolled her eyes at his remark and leaned in to kiss you lightly on the cheek. “I’ll be waiting with Yeollie and Baekhyun-sshi on the altar. Don’t you freak out on me, okay?”
You smiled back. “Of course, I won’t. I want to marry him.”
It was Lu Han who said (read: screamed) it then. “AAAW, YOU ARE SO IN LOVE~”
“Don’t let me crush your tiny feet again, Lulu,” you growled. "There, your hair looks better now."
“Thanks," he responded, patting his hair and looked a bit satisfied. "Oh and excuse you, they’re not tiny.”
Your best friend just laughed lightly at the whole scene before she went her way, preparing to walk down the aisle first as bridesmaid and the best man with her lover, Park Chanyeol.
You waited for the call, hearing the wedding music started to play. You were so nervous, but you were so happy at the same time that you wanted to cry but you couldn’t because then you’d have to retouch your make up and it was just going to take more time and—just no.
You breathed in and out a couple times.
Lu Han smoothly, and sneakily, sneaked a hand to hold yours. “Nervous?”
You your lower lip. “Uh-huh.”
“Want a kiss to ease your stress away?”
“What?” You were about to frown when Lu Han suddenly tilted your face up and bent his head down, kissing you square on the lips.
Your eyes were wide open for a couple of seconds there.
The kiss never went deep. And it never went long.
And when he pulled away, he said, “Now, slap me.”
You were too shocked about what just happened so you just froze on your feet.
“Come on,” Lu Han urged, “Slap me. I just stole a kiss from a bride. I think I deserve to be hit.”
You blinked furiously, looking dumbfounded, so Lu Han rolled his eyes, grabbed your hand and forced it to hit his cheek. The slap was weak and meaningless, really, so he explained, “Most of people’s marriages end up in divorces because one of them cheats behind the other’s back. Baekhyun doesn’t know that I just kissed you, and he’s not going to. So basically, you just cheated behind his back with me and how does that feel?”
You gaped unattractively, speechless.
“Awful?” Lu Han helped. “Disgusted?”
“That felt so wrong!” You barked at him and threw punches to his chest until he groaned and caught your fists with his hands. “What the heck is wrong with you?!”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “But now you know how bad it feels, so you won’t want to cheat behind his back. You’ll live a long, happy marriage life! Congratulations!”
“Ugh, God!” You glared at him, taking your hands away from him by force. “You’re so ridiculous!”
“Hmm, weird. I’m not familiar with that word. Is that another term for ‘undeniably y’?”
“You serious?” You gave him a look, raising your eyebrows at him. “That’s your comeback?”
“I’m sorry.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “You look so beautiful today, by the way.”
“Oh, shut up.” You shoved him away by the stomach. “I hate you.”
He actually giggled at the sight of you. He thought you were adorable—but then again, Lu Han always did find you cute. “And I love you too, Dongsaeng-ah~”
“Remind me to kick you to hell when I’m not wearing this dress!”
“Sorry, sorry.” He laughed, pinching your cheek. “But you get what I’m saying, right? Don’t mess this up. You two deserve each other, don’t let other people ruin that fact.”
You knew Lu Han cared about you a lot, and you were glad and thankful for it. But really, did he have to do that? “Still, Lulu,” you said grumpily, “you shouldn’t have kissed me.”
“Sorry, I was just making my point.” He actually looked quite guilty about it. Just a bit. “And chill out, girl. You used to kiss me all the time when we were kids.”
You blushed at the childhood memories that suddenly entered your mind. Lu Han smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Admit it, Kiddo. You once had a crush on me.”
He was right. You used to have a crush on him, but that was way before he turned out to be a womanizer and a filthy bastard. “Whatever,” you grumbled. “At least I’m not a bad kisser like you.”
He gasped, eyes wide and shocked. “You did not just say that to me!”
“I think I just did,” you simply replied. “Oh! Here it comes again: You’re. A. Bad Kisser!”
“I wasn’t even trying!” Lu Han defended himself. “If I was, you would have been on your knees, begging me to take you and bend you over the table by now.”
You made a face. “That is not the image I want to imagine on my wedding day.”
“You’re a lousy bride,” Lu Han muttered, flicking your nose. “I don’t know why I ran all the way here from China just to see you.”
You smiled a little and bumped your shoulder to his. “Maybe because you love me.”
His annoyance was washed away from his face just like that. He sighed, and pinched the bridge of your nose. “I can’t believe you’re getting married before me, little dongsaeng.”
“That doesn’t change anything, though,” you responded, lacing your fingers with his and stood by his side with your head on his shoulder. “We can still hang out all the time, Lulu.”
“Yeah, right,” Lu Han snorted loudly. “You’re going to be busy trying to handle those tiny little evil byuns soon.”
You chuckled. “Do you think I’m gonna have a boy or a girl first?”
“Definitely a boy,” Lu Han said confidently. “And he’s going to be like Baekhyun so much, he’ll scare you.”
“Why would he scare me?”
“Because he’s gonna be wearing eyeliners before he can even read.”
“Oh my God,” you gasped dramatically, looking at him with huge, round eyes. “You’re right. He’s going to be so sassy, and mean, and he’s going to play with little girls’ heart too! What if he ends up getting them pregnant? I don’t think I can raise a child like that, Lulu!”
Lu Han laughed at your act for a few seconds, but then his gaze softened when he looked into your soul. “But he’s gonna have your eyes,” he said, tracing your cheekbones with gentle fingers. “And he’s going to be so brave. So kind. So caring. Just like his mother.”
“Aaw~” You giggled. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve said all day.” Then you thought about it. “No, scratch that. That’s probably the nicest thing you’ve said to me since we first met.”
Lu Han just rolled his eyes, but his lips never failed to form another everlasting smile.
You kept on pouting but then something struck you. “Hey, Oppa?”
“What if Baekhyun ends up cheating behind my back?”
Lu Han looked to his side, glancing at you. “Oh, don’t worry. I kissed him before I went here. He felt bad too.”
You choked out a “What?!” because obviously, that was not the kind of answer you were expecting.
“Yeah,” Lu Han said, shrugging. “Surprisingly, he’s not that good of a kisser. I don’t know why you’re staying with him—”
“Shut up!” You elbowed him again, but this time laughing together with him. “You’re kidding me, right?”
Lu Han only chuckled again and kissed your forehead when the wedding band started playing a different song. “Don’t worry, Kiddo. I can guarantee it with my life that he’s never ever going to do things like that.” Before you got the chance to ask why, he lent you his arm. “And come on, love. We have a wedding to catch.”
You rolled your eyes, taking his arm. “You are the worst friend ever.”
“I’m the most fabulous though,” he said, kissing your hand and pressed a palm to the door. “Ready?”
He pushed it open and the aisle stood before you.
“I’m going to throw up.”
“You’ll be fine, Baek.”
“Why is everybody staring at me?”
“Because you’re the groom.”
“I can’t breathe.”
“You can. Stop making excuses.”
But Baekhyun started wheezing again, although not too obvious. Chanyeol looked around, staring at the wedding guests sitting patiently in rows, and noticed that they weren’t suspecting anything weird happening to the groom who was continuously twitching on his feet as he waited next to his best man on the altar. Maybe they just thought he was so excited for the wedding—when really, Baekhyun was just excited to leave the wedding.
“Chanyeol,” Baekhyun squeaked quietly again, leaning in closer to his best man so he could whisper to his ear. “Chanyeol, I really need to get out of here.”
“You can’t, Baek,” Chanyeol hissed back, starting to grow impatient and scared because with the groom being like this, the wedding did not seem like it was going to go well. “You’re already standing here, on the altar, with everybody’s eyes on you. You can’t just suddenly disappear, unless you’re a freaking David Copperfield or something.”
“Disappear...” Baekhyun faintly whispered, and then he suddenly made a move to run away.
Thank God, Chanyeol was there.
When Baekhyun turned to his side and just braced himself to run, Chanyeol already took a hold of hand and forced him back to stand on his spot.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Chanyeol asked, gritting his teeth.
Baekhyun tried to run again. “Away.”
This time, Chanyeol held him by his shoulders. His fingers sinking deep and Baekhyun winced because that hurt.
“If you try to run one more time,” Chanyeol whispered so no one but Baekhyun could hear him. “I will make you regret it your whole life. I swear to God, Baekhyun.”
Baekhyun froze from the anger radiating from his best man, but the worst thing that made him stay on his spot was the disappointed look on his best friend’s face. Chanyeol always looked up to him; always staring at him with proud, adoring eyes. Chanyeol once said that Baekhyun was his role model—that he wanted to be confident, and brave enough to stand for himself like him. But now, Baekhyun only saw disappointment in his eyes. There were also anxiety and wariness in those brown orbs and Baekhyun realized he just let his best friend down. Park Chanyeol never looked at him in that way before.
“I’m sorry,” Baekhyun spoke breathlessly, standing back to his position. “I’m sorry. I’m okay.”
Chanyeol appeared a bit surprised at the sudden change of behavior, but then he was back to his happy virus face, trying to convince everyone that everything was fine. “He just had a stomachache,” Chanyeol said to the front row guests, pointing his head to Baekhyun while displaying a full smile on his face. “He’s fine now. Don’t worry. The wedding’s still on, people!” he ended it with an awkward laugh.
But Baekhyun was not fine. He was scared out of his mind.
He thought he was ready for this.
He thought everything would be fine.
But then the thoughts came to him like a rush of blood to the head. I’m about to spend my life forever with her. And forever is a really long time. She’s going to be a part of my responsibility, but can I fulfill that? Can I make her happy? Can I provide what she needs? What if everything goes wrong and she leaves me for another guy? How can I live without her like that? What if she stops loving me?
No matter how much he tried to erase those thoughts away from his head, he kept on failing miserably.
Trust her, Baekhyun. He shouted in his mind while he closed his eyes. You need to trust her.
And he did. He trusted you with all his life.
It was him that he didn’t trust.
The wedding song started to change and Baekhyun recognized this play. Of course he did. This was his self composed song that he made for you back then when he confessed his love in front of three hundreds people back in college.
Baekhyun knew you were the one in charged to pick the wedding band and the songs to play, but he didn’t think that you would’ve chosen the piano version of Angel as the song when you walked down the aisle.
Then Baekhyun saw you, and you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen in his entire life.
You were walking down the red carpet of the church, with a sheepish, but very naturally gorgeous smile written on your lips, and a bouquet of white roses in one hand and your best friend, Lu Han, in the other. Everybody was looking at you with unblinking eyes, and maybe your smile was contagious too, because everybody was smiling contently at the sight of you walking in your beautiful, long white gown.
You were embarrassed at being the center of everybody’s attention, so you brought your eyes to the ground, but Lu Han whispered with a faint chuckle in his words.
“Look, Baek’s about to cry.”
And you looked up, staring directly at your groom’s wide, unbelieving eyes. He was staring at you like he was seeing you for the first time—like he was falling in love with you all over again. He didn’t even appear to be breathing. His eyes just followed you wherever you go and his lips are parted slightly in awe.
There was a sprinkle of joy bursting in your chest when you noticed that you just literally left him dazed at the sight of you walking in your wedding dress and white veil.
“We’ll be together again, darling.” Lu Han let your hands go when both of you reached the altar, kissing your cheek before he went his way and stand beside Chanyeol and the groom.
You stood right beside your soon-to-be husband, glancing at him with shy eyes. “Hi,” you whispered.
“You’re...” Baekhyun just continued gaping at the sight of you. “You’re beautiful.”
“Thank you,” you said, biting your lip so you wouldn’t smile too wide. “You look handsome too.”
And normally, Baekhyun would’ve said something snarky back to that comment. Something like, ‘of course, I look handsome! Who do you think you’re talking to?’ but today, Baekhyun just resumed looking at you with unblinking eyes. There was so much love and passion in them that made you feel like you were the very reason of his existence. It really wasn’t a bad feeling to be looked at like that.
“Dearly beloved,” the wedding minister started his speech. “We are gathered here today, in the sight of God and this company, to witness and celebrate one of life's greatest moments, to give recognition to the worth and beauty of love, and to add our best wishes and blessings to the union of—”
You couldn’t hear the rest of his words because Baekhyun suddenly pushed forward and cupped your face, looking like he was just a second away from kissing you. “You’re so beautiful.”
Is he seriously going to kiss me now? “Baek, wait—”
“Baekhyun!” It was Chanyeol who pulled him back away from you. “What the hell are you doing?!”
“I want—” Baekhyun looked breathless. “Can I kiss my bride now?”
You almost giggled loudly, but you managed to hold yourself back at the last second and resorted to giving Baekhyun a warning look. “Baekhyun, behave.”
Chanyeol, on the other hand, was busy hissing at him. “You can’t kiss her now, Baek! You need to exchange your wedding vows first then—are you even listening to me?!”
The wedding minister cleared his throat, but continued smiling at the three of you. “Is there any problem or should I continue with the wedding?”
“Yes, please,” you and Chanyeol said at the same time. Baekhyun was just busy staring at you with unsatisfied desire in his eyes.
So the pastor continued his speech. “Marriage is an institution ordained of God, and it is not to be entered into lightly or unadvisedly, but reverently, deliberately, and only after much consideration, for in coming together in marriage you are committing yourselves exclusively, the one to the other, for as long as you both shall live. Knowing this, I ask of you this question: Do you, Byun Baekhyun, choose to marry—”
“I do,” Baekhyun said without any hesitation. “I do. Let me marry her. Hurry.”
The audience burst out laughing, muttering “Aaw, how cute~” and “Young love these days~” or something else similar to those. Your best friend, who stood behind you as your bridesmaid, was covering her lips with her hand so she wouldn’t giggle. Chanyeol was palming his face, reeling in his secondhand embarrassment but he somehow looked relaxed and genuinely happy too. Lu Han was smiling as he shook his head repeatedly.
“All right,” the pastor said, chuckling as well and you wanted to laugh because this was not how you imagined your wedding was going to be. This was better. The old man tilted his face to look at you and spoke, “And do you choose to marry Byun Baekhyun on this day; to speak the words that will join you with him as your husband, for all the days of your life? If so, please answer: I do.”
Seeing how Baekhyun was looking at you with so much hope and love in his eyes, you couldn’t help but to tease and make this wedding even more memorable. “Hmm, let me think about it for a second,” you said, grinning when Baekhyun looked shocked with your answer. “I do, Pastor. I do. Let me marry him and his ridiculous eyeliners and let me stay with him for the rest of my life.”
Baekhyun smiled so wide that his eyes started to form into a thin line. “Such a tease,” he whispered and you winked at him.
The pastor gave you a warning look, but you could tell he wasn’t angry—in fact, he was really amused—by the hidden smile on the corner of his mouth. “Then, if you would, please turn to face one another and join hands as you each take your marital vows.”
Baekhyun took a hold of your hand and he kissed it lightly before he laced your fingers together with his.
“I love you,” Baekhyun secretly mouthed at you.
You didn’t think you would blush over that, but you did. “I love you too,” you mouthed back.
The pastor began again. “Now we shall proceed to your wedding vows.” Then he called your name and you realized that you had to read your own handwritten wedding vows to the entire audience, and it made your stomach lurch at the thought.
Your friend handed you your card. “Don’t be nervous, Sweetie. You’ll be just fine.”
“Okay,” you said to her, breathing in deeply. You turned to face Baekhyun again and shared a simple smile before you read what you had written on the small card a few days back.
“Baekhyun,” you started, voice a bit shaky but clear. “We have been together for five years, and not once did I ever feel tired of hearing you call my name; of looking into your eyes; of having your lips press against mine. I love you, and although I’ve said those words a lot, please know that my words are my promise. Those words are my feelings and with those words, I stand here today so I can spend the rest of my life with you. Those words will never change and they will never become anything less because I will love you forever.”
When you finished reading your words, you shyly looked back at him and noticed how he was looking like he was just a second away from crying, but also a second away from leaping out of joy. Baekhyun was indeed very, very beautiful. Maybe people would say otherwise, but to you, he was the most gorgeous guy you’d ever laid your eyes on. And those feelings that were hidden in his eyes, still made your heart thump loudly against your ribcages no matter how much you had seen it before.
The pastor continued and called Baekhyun’s name, asking him to read his vow aloud.
Chanyeol quickly handed him a piece of paper, but Baekhyun refused it. The taller man bit his lip and looked immensely worried about what would happen, but he decided to trust Baekhyun on this.
Baekhyun softly whispered your name, and gently squeeze your hand in his.
“You know how I am not good with words,” Baekhyun said, chuckling shyly as he spoke. “And you know how often I try to run away from you because I can’t express my feelings clearly. So maybe, what I will say today, what I will tell you right at this moment, will not be as sweet and as beautiful as the words you just said to me. But I want you to hear me out.” He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a second before he opened them again and locked his gaze with yours.
“See, in the wedding vows I’ve written for you, I wrote that when I first saw you, I thought you were an angel without wings, walking down the earth just to guard me and make me happy for eternity.” Baekhyun started, looking a bit embarrassed as he laughed. “Well, I tell you what, Sweetheart. That is bull.”
Chanyeol turned away and hugged Lu Han by his shoulders. “Ruined,” he sobbed, “Everything is ruined.”
You gave him a stern look, frowning.
“To be honest,” Baekhyun said, “When I first saw you, I thought you were a pain in the . You were hopeless, you dressed like a trucker, and you vomited on my favorite shoes. To put it simply, I genuinely hated you at that time.”
Your friend mumbled, “Oh my God,” under her breath.
“Baekhyun,” you whispered, faking a smile, “What. Are. You. Doing?”
“No, no. Listen to me, Sweetheart,” he said, lacing your fingers tighter with his. “Our relationship started roughly. We fought a lot, yes. But in those times, I found a friend in you. I felt like I wanted to see you all the time. I wanted to have meaningless fights with you. I wanted to say something mean, so you could say it back, and then we’d be back playing jokes to each other. And every time you weren’t there, I found myself looking for you. I caught myself following you around to your class. I searched for your presence everywhere I go. And when you weren’t there...” he sighed, smiling softly at you. “Well, I missed you. And when I saw you cry, I felt this pain and guilt in my chest and I asked myself, ‘What? Why am I feeling like this?’ That was when I realized I’d fallen for you. I’m in love with you.”
You smiled, looking at both of your intertwined hands. Everything felt right and easy. Baekhyun’s words were filled with honesty and they warmed your heart like that first time he confessed his love to you.
“And I’m sorry,” Baekhyun continued, voice breaking but he wasn’t crying. “I’m sorry for being such a coward. For always not having the confidence to be with you. Listen, Sweetheart, you are perfect. And I’m not. I thought to myself: ‘No, I can’t do this. What if I ruin everything? What if she leaves me when I make a fool out of myself?’ And I know how much you want me to stop thinking like that, but it’s not that easy. My entire life has been like that, Sweetheart. My mother left because of me. My father was angry because of me. Tao was never happy because of me. And I can’t have that happening to you. You don’t deserve to witness pain. You don’t deserve to have sad tears in your eyes. You don’t deserve to have your heart taken by someone who will break it. And I don’t want to be that person. I never want to have you looking at me like I’m crushing your heart to pieces. I want to have your heart, but only if I’m sure I can guard it well. And I thought I could, but this morning, I had a change of mind. I didn’t think I could promise you that. I didn’t think I could promise to make you happy.”
His eyes were starting to get wet and even more watery but the tears never fell. “Look, I’m scared of being with you,” he said, gently trailing his fingers across your cheek. “But when I saw you walking down the aisle, with your lips turned into this beautiful smile, with your eyes on me, I felt like: ‘Oh. I don’t care. I want, I need, and I have to marry her. I will try my best to make her happy. I will do anything to have her looking at me with that much love in her eyes forever. I will sacrifice my whole life just to see that smile one more time. And I will promise her these.’”
There were tears falling to the ground, but they weren’t Baekhyun’s. They were yours.
The wedding minister smiled and he didn’t even say anything when Baekhyun leaned in and kissed your tears away. “I love you,” Baekhyun said, pressing his temple against yours, “And allow me to be selfish just one more time because I can’t have anyone else but you.”
Chanyeol was definitely sobbing hard at that time, crying on Lu Han’s chest like a giant baby and the Chinese man made a face because his shirt was getting drenched. Your friend was also crying quietly behind you, and you just couldn’t stop smiling because of how lucky you were to be standing as his bride on the altar like this.
When Baekhyun pulled away and gave the Pastor a sign to continue, the old man said, “Do you, Byun Baekhyun, take her to be your lawfully wedded wife; to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, or for worse, for richer, or for poorer, in sickness, and in health? With respect for her integrity and faith in your union, do you promise to unfailingly seek out the best you can in her, loving her every day, in every way, until the end of your forever? If so, please answer: I do.”
Baekhyun never stopped gazing into your eyes. “I do,” Baekhyun said, grinning at you like a child even though his eyes were watery. He didn’t cry, though—unlike Chanyeol, who was still bawling behind him, sobbing, “This is so beautiful, Hyung!” to Lu Han’s shoulder.
The Pastor turned his head to you, repeating the same words he had said to Baekhyun. “—do you promise to unfailingly seek out the best you can in him, loving him every day, in every way, until the end of your forever? If so, please answer: I do.”
As he spoke, you witnessed a flash back going through your head. You had gone through so many things together with Baekhyun, and maybe things weren’t always happy with him, but you never felt like you wanted to live without him being a part in your life. Baekhyun was the best thing that ever happened to you. Spending the rest of your life together with him wasn’t something that you should do because you were now making a vow upon it. It was something that you simply wanted and needed to do, because there was no other way around.
Marrying Baekhyun was a gift that you could never repay back.
“How can I ever say no after that embarrassingly long wedding vow?” you asked, laughing as you felt a tear slip away from the corner of your eyes. “Of course, I do.” The audience was laughing softly and Baekhyun’s face grew a bit red but he was grinning, nonetheless.
Baekhyun looked like he was about to break after seeing your tears, and he leaned forward. He would’ve tried to kiss you again if Chanyeol hadn’t moved right on time to pull him back. “Ring first, Baek! Exchange the rings first.”
“What tokens of love and respect do you offer each other?” the Pastor asked.
Chanyeol immediately pressed the wedding ring to Baekhyun’s palm. His eyes were still red from crying, but his glare was dead serious when he mouthed, “Don’t mess this up, Baek.”
“I won’t. Chill, buddy,” you heard Baekhyun said.
You were offered a ring as well by your bridesmaid. “Here, and go marry the hell out of him,” your friend said encouragingly. Her eyes were still glassy from crying and the tip of her nose was red. You gave her a gentle hug before you turned to face Baekhyun again.
The pastor saw the rings you two held in your hands, so he began, “Byun Baekhyun, as you present her with her wedding ring and pledge your love and your life to her, will you please repeat after me: I give you this ring as a symbol of my love. With all that I am, and all that I have, I promise to love and honor you always. With this ring, I thee wed.”
Baekhyun repeated those words as he slipped the ring to your wedding finger, constantly smiling softly as he did so. “I promise to love and honor you always. With this ring, I thee wed.”
You did the same thing to him, and you couldn’t stop your voice from breaking when you said, “With this ring, I thee wed.”
You both looked at each other’s eyes again and secretly smiled to each other.
“Inasmuch as you have consented to be joined together in the holy state of matrimony, and having pledged and sealed your vows by the giving and receiving of rings in the presence of both God and this company, it is with great pleasure that I now pronounce you husband and wife. What God hath joined together, let no man put asunder. Congratulations! You may kiss the bride.”
Baekhyun didn’t let a second pass away. After he heard the last words, he immediately grabbed you by the waist, brought you closer to him and chuckled, “About time,” before he kissed you right on the lips.
The audience cheered and clapped their hands and some of them even whistled at the sight of you two kissing and laughing against each other’s mouth. You had your arms wrapped around his neck and leaned your weight against his, trusting him with all your heart that he wouldn’t let you fall.
“I love you,” he said, kissing your cheek, your nose, your temple, before he went back to kissing your lips.
“I love you too,” you said, sighing contently against his mouth. “Forever.”
“And ever, Sweetheart.”
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Okay so yeah, maybe some of you have notice that I'm marking this story INcomplete because I don't want to make you all confused and keep asking me about "Where's Kris and Suho?" or "I don't understand why you put 'Marriage life of mr byun' as the title." I've explained all about it on the previous chapter, but I don't think you guys read my author's notes so yeah, I'm unchecking the 'mark story complete' box to avoid further missunderstanding. I AM going to continue this story, and Kris and Suho WILL appear soon, so relax y'all hehehe I'm working on it ;D
Although I just said so, that doesn't mean I'll be updating as often as I used to, because well, life. And then there's luhan's side story I should write about too. So I'm apologizing in advance.
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