Baekhyun felt nervous when there was no need to be nervous. His suit fitted just fine. He hadn’t spilled anything on it (yet). His shoes weren’t blistering his feet. It was all going to plan. Even his brother was teasing him as anticipated.

It didn’t take him long to get ready initially, but all the waiting had him stressing. He was afraid his hair would fall flat. His deodorant would wear off. His shoes would get scuffed. So he went through the same routine over and over to make sure he was perfect when he walked through the door.

He could see the beach through the window, soft, white drapes lightly obscuring his view. It was set up with a wooden archway, embellished with floral patterns and silk curtains. On either side of the aisle were low, cushioned benches, most of them hidden behind the bodies of the guests.

This was really happening.

An alarm sounded on his mother’s phone. Always punctual. “We have to go now,” she said. Baekhyun stopped pressing down his eyebrows and looked at her in the reflection of the mirror. He loved Kyungsoo. Knew that Kyungoo loved him. But he was still anxious. Anxious of going out there and being the only groom to arrive.

There was some debate about who should be the first down the aisle. In the end, they decided to do it alphabetically. Baekhyun went first. Path lined with small pebbles smoothened by the shore and their friends and family who all turned to look at him. It was nerve wracking. Gut wrenching stuff. Baekhyun felt freezing even though it was July in the Bahamas. Sun ablaze.

The officiant smiled at him kindly. Ba