-Jiyong pov-

“You may now kiss the bride.”

I snapped from my thoughts as soon as Daesung finished his sentences. Nikchun was staring at me. He lowered his head, scratching it. He was blushing and so am I. I kept biting my lips cause I didn’t know whether I should kiss him or not.

“Oh just kiss him already…” Wooyoung rolled his eyes.

I took a deep breath. Okay Jiyong, you can do it. Just lean forward and kiss him.

I did what my mind told me. I took off my top hat, clenching it tightly towards my chest. Nickhun closed his eyes as I gently pressed my lips against his. I slowly pulled away after that and I could feel my cheeks were burning red. Frankly, I’ve never kissed a girl before. Heck I’ve never kissed a boy!

Well, I’ve never thought I’ll kiss one though. I could feel butterflies in my tummy all of the sudden.

“Aw, aren’t you guys perfect for each other?” Wooyoung teased as he wrapped his arms around our shoulders, pinching our cheeks.  

“You’ve become a wife now,” Bom noona patted Nickhun’s shoulder, “Be good to your husband okay?”

After our wedding ceremony, I wandered around the woods where I found an old yet beautiful gazebo. Vines were tangling around it. The stairs were creaking as I stepped my feet on it.

“It’s beautiful right?”

I spun around and saw Nickhun smiling at me. He stood next to me, staring at the blue sky. I still can’t believe that I’m married. I mean, I’m still 17. I didn’t expect to be a husband at this age. And my wife is a year older than me… and he’s a guy.

“Ouch!” Nickhun yelped suddenly.

He held his index finger, squeezing it. It was bleeding a little. I wonder where he got that cuts…

“Stupid nails.” He pouted.

“You should be careful.” I smiled.

He ignored me and blew his finger instead. Seeing him like that reminds me of my mom. She used to get her finger pricked by nails… and dad… I missed them.

-End-

-Nickhun pov-

As I was busy blowing my finger, Jiyong wrapped his arms around my shoulders which startled me a little. He was hugging me tightly.

“What’s wrong?” I asked worriedly.

He smiled faintly, “I just missed my parents,” he sighed.

He then took my finger and brought it to his lips. He the blood gently and gave it a soft kiss. He smiled to himself while I kept staring at him.

“It’s warm.” He said as he brought my hand to his cheek.

Okaaayyy…. He’s acting weird…

“Are you… okay?”

“Yeah,” He looked at me,” Why?”

“You’re acting weird.”

“Well, I’m just trying to be a good husband.” He grinned.

I kinda blushed hearing his statement. I didn’t know that he could be erm… romantic.

“Um Jiyong,” I called out, “You’re… um… are you taking this marriage thing seriously?”

He tightened his grip on my hand. He straightened himself up, still holding my hand.

“Jiyong?”

He smiled, “Of course. Marriage is a wonderful thing. But sadly,” He sighed, “We did it without love.”

Wow… he’s… he doesn’t look like an adorable boy that I knew. Looks like he’s more mature than I am.

-End-