Minho's POV

I settle in the seat, waiting patiently for my guest. The restaurant was booked, but I managed to worm out a private room. Good thing, too, because any public place would be a disaster, and I want to make a good impression on my guest.

"Yesung-hyung," I greet, getting up and bowing respectfully. I know that traditionally I should be asking Taemin's father for permission, but Yesung will do. Plus, it'd be nice to get to know my soon-to-be brother-in-law. He steps into the room, a huge smile on his face.

"Hey, Minho! Don't bow, you're making me feel old," he says, laughing as I sit down and he takes a seat next to me. I hand over my gift—a gold-plated name plate for his desk—and watch him grin as he opens it.

"I hope you like it," I say as he hands me my gift. I chuckle as I see it—a photo album of Taemin's childhood. I sigh as I the cover picture, which is of a baby Taemin standing in the family portrait, chubby cheeks and all.

"Just so that you can hold it over him in the future," Yesung says with a wink. I laugh and nod, putting it to the side as the first few dishes come out. We pick at the food politely, trying to make small talk about business and such, until I grow some balls and ask the big question.

"So, how do you feel about me marrying Taemin?" I ask almost breathlessly. I shiver with fear as he puts his chopsticks down. He's solemn as he puts his hands together and presses his lips to his knuckles, thinking.

"Of course, I'd like for him to be a baby forever. I'd like for him to be innocent, to never know about love or hurt and to just be cared for, but... Yuri's been arrested, my other brothers are still incapable of much, and Taemin's a big boy, as much as I'd hate to admit it." He sighs, looking down.

"I know what you mean. I grew up a lot from him too. I learned about trust, and about... About loving someone," I murmur, hoping that I don't sound too cheesy. It's just my heart, and I hope that it comes through as that and only that. No more cheap tricks, no more spurious attempts at adulation. Man-to-man, he has to know how much I love his little brother.

"I just hope that he's not hurt anymore, you know?" Yesung says with a look at me. I nod, and he sighs again. He looks down at his plate, watching the light reflect off of the sauces as the main course comes in.

"I won't hurt him. I'll never let anything happen to him if I can help it," I say honestly. He gives me a wan smile, and he nods, patting my shoulder.

"I trust you."

And with that, Taemin is mine to have.

~

"Would you two care to share your own vows?" the official-looking man in the shuit asks as Yoogeun fidgets in Key's arms. I laugh and look at Taemin, watching as he looks right back at me. He's radiant, dressed in a white suit with a bouquet of red roses clutched tightly in one hand. I'm in a tuxedo, of course, and we're at the alter, married every way but legally.

We're on our way to that last step now.

"Minho, I hated you from the moment I met you," he says with a grin. The whole hall, mostly friends and a few relatives, chuckles. I smile as he continues. "But I found something in you that I'd never found before—home. I love you, and I know where I belong is where you are. I promise that I'll always be by you, forever and always."

The collective "aw" sound makes me laugh, just a little.

"Taemin, I never imagined that we'd be standing here today, with each other in this manner. I never thought that I'd love you, or go so far as to marry you, but our love story was written before either of us had even met. We've been through a lot, and I promise that no matter what else lies ahead, I will love you and never let you go."

"May I have to rings, please?" the man asks. Now, Yoogeun is released and he toddles up, his little legs constrained by the formalwear he's been forced into. I laugh as I turn to Taemin. I'm lost in him, his beauty and perfection, as the man prattles.

"... To hold until death do you part?"

"I do," Taemin says with a smile. His eyes are on the man in the suit, but his hand is in mine.

"And do you, Choi Minho, promise to take Lee Taemin and..." I lose the rest of the question as I turn my head a little and see Taemin's eyes on mine. We smile at each other, our fingers linked. Jonghyun, my best man, is trying not to cry. He's failing of course.

Pretty much everyone is openly weeping, from the friends pooled near the gilded walls to the long table of food waiting to be devoured. Everyone's crying, and I'm pretty close, to be honest.

"I do," I murmur when I hear no more words. The whole reception area claps as we slip the rings onto each other, and Taemin doesn't even wait to be pronounced as married. He just leaps into my arms, kissing me behind the bouquet. I kiss back just as eagerly, my hand on his lower back as I dip him and hear the roar of applause.

"I love you, you little ," I whisper into his ear, hearing him laugh a little as he hugs my neck.

"I love you too, damn bastard."

~

Taemin's POV

"Appa! Appa! Hey, dad! Wake up!" a voice shouts. I open my eyes and see Yoogeun, ripely 12 years old, hitting me with the pillow. "Come on, it's my birthday!"

"I hear you, I hear you," I groan, sitting up before remembering that I'm still . I quickly cover myself with the blankets. "W-why don't you go ask Aunty Key to get you some breakfast?"

"Were you guys at it again?" Yoogeun groans as he leaves. My cheeks get bright red as I feel a presence stirring next to me. I look to the side and see Minho, the rings on his hand glistening as he stirs.

"Morning, gorgeous," he says with a chuckle. I blush. My husband of seven years has always had a way to make me blush. I swat at him playfully, watching as he catches my wrist and kisses my palm.

"Get up, it's Yoogeun's birthday," I urge as I reach over the bed for my clothes. His arm wraps around me, like a muscular shackle, and he pulls me back to him, pressing our bodies together. I wriggle, which only makes him more insufferable.

"Come on. Just a quickie?"

One quickie turns into two, and I'm ashamed to say that I ride him for both. I should get out of bed but , he's amazing. He holds my hips and smirks as he groans out under me, forcing himself deeper into my body.

"H-hng... Minho! Oh , Minho!" I shout out as I explode for the second time onto his best. He's so ing y as he releases into me, my body already on the brink of collapse. He pins me under him as I'm still recovering, watching my face get sanguine from embarrassment.

"A-alright, you've had your fun. Now let's go," I say, forcing him off of me and scooping up some clothes. I dash off to the shower before he can stop me, or worse, follow me.

By the time we get downstairs, Yoogeun's happily chasing Jonghyun around the living room. Minho dives right in, tackling the poor chef to the ground so that Yoogeun can catch him. I pile on as well, laughing as Yoogeun sits on all of us.

"Dad! Dad! You'll never guess what Uncle Jonghyun made!" Yoogeun shouts. Minho and I both scramble to our feet. holding Yoogeun between us by the hands and ankles, as we go to the living room. There, in a magnificent mass of glory, sat Yoogeun's ten-layer cake. Chocolate icing, his name written in three colors, and a collection of sparklers on the top, setting off little fireworks.

"Woah."

We devour the cake before Jonghyun can stop us, and soon enough, he joins in the carnage. There's no way we can finish it all, but soon help arrives in the shape of Yoogeun's best friends: Leo., Lauren, and Dayoung. The little scraps bursts into the door, the same age as Yoogeun but shorter by a head. Their parents are probably at work, but the kids are always coming to our house. They attack the remnants of the cake before leaping onto the presents.

"Oh cool! Uncle Yesung sent me a Nerf gun set!" Yoogeun shouts out. "And look at this! Aunty Key gave me a pillow with fluff on it! And pens from Aunty Jessica, and..."

"What is it?" Minho asks, coming closer. Yoogeun hides the envelope behind him quickly, and he just shakes his head. He goes back to tearing open presents, and Minho slyly swipes the envelope away.

From Onew:

He opens it as I read from behind him, wrapping my arms safely around his waist. I couldn't stand to let him read this alone.

I'm sorry.

We sigh together as Minho tucks the note into his pocket. Always the same note. Always the same words. We go back to our lives, trying not to feel the weight of the paper in our hearts.

Yet, I know that our love is strong enough to withstand that weight. We'll be fine, like always. We'll be there for each other, hand in hand, loving each other like always. Yoogeun, Minho, and I were fated for each other, and I know that we've been privileged to find each other.

And our love is worth more than fate itself.

Saranghaeyo.

A/N—OVER ;; IT'S OVER. IT'S ALL OVER.

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