Sooo... This is the sequel to my previous story, Why Don't You Marry Me Instead?, which you would probably want to read first. But it's okay if you won't. But it's actually better to read that one first. And also I'm terribly sorry for the grammar. I'm still at English, but I'm currently learning to be better. And seriously, what the heck I'm talking about? Please enjoy reading, and make sure to comment and subscribe!!
Oh, also I have another fic coming. I wrote it for a writing competition in my campus so I'll post it after the announcement for the winners. I don't think I would win though, but wish me luck!
“...You may now kiss the bride.”
Sehun and Luhan look at each other, silently debating on who’s going to be the bride.
“You’re the bride, right, Lu?”
“No way! You be the bride!”
“What?? Why me?? I’m too manly to be the bride!”
“Yeah, says the man who shrieked over a dead cockroach.”
Kris, the priest, decides that the lover’s argument that happens in front of him is pointless and says outloud,
“Fine. You may now kiss each other and let’s get this ceremony done. Please, I’m really tired, you know.”
All eyes are suddenly on Kris because of it.