"I look ridiculous," Yoongi groaned as he stood in front of the mirror, scowling at his features with screwed eyes. The floor-length mirror offered him a nice view of his body and he was nearly unrecognizable. The last time he had worn a suit was to an interview for an office job that he didn't even get. He felt uncomfortable and stiff, grousing to himself with one more immature jest before straightening himself out for the last time. 

Hoseok looked over his shoulder, back turned to Yoongi as he worked on his own tie and suit. His smile was radiant as he took in the sight of his boyfriend, "You think so?" he asked, turning smoothly to walk towards the shorter so he could wrap his arms around him. Once directly behind him, he embraced the shorter with his arms crossing over Yoongi's, hands clasped tightly to keep him still. Yoongi raised his hands to grab Hoseok's wrists, letting his arms grow slack in the comfort of his touch, "I was thinking ludicrous, but ridiculous is good, too," he sneered mischievously, leaning over to place a soft kiss on Yoongi's neck, nose nuzzling into the nape and tickling him the slightest. 

"That's a better word for it," Yoongi agreed, forcing his way out of Hoseok's hold only to go back into it, this time facing Hoseok with his arms wrapped around his taller boyfriend's neck, a much more comfortable sensation, "I look ludicrously stupid." 

He quickly retracted his statement, “No, you look incredibly handsome," Hoseok corrected, landing a soft kiss on the lips, amused smiles pressed together, "Don't be so hard on yourself. I wouldn't mind if you dressed like this more," Hoseok mentioned off-handedly, hands resting perfectly on Yoongi's narrow hips and thumbs rubbing gently in succor, the shape of him memorized against his palms, "It kind of suits you," he chuckled, realizing the unintentional joke he'd procured but proud of it none the less. They were both in suits. 

"I'll stick to my regular leisurewear if you don't mind," Yoongi snuffed with a nose scrunch, pulling away from Hoseok whole continuing to keep close proximity so he could study the younger's tie. It was a little crooked, whether it be from Yoongi making contact with it or Hoseok's lack of proper care, he couldn't leave it, "Wearing a suit to the studio sounds miserable," he would typically sit at his computer and sound system for hours on end and doing so in a suit would be uncomfortable and restricting. Sometimes Yoongi rolled out of bed and left for the studio and no one batted an eyelash, readying himself and going through the effort of putting on a suit sounded bothersome, "And it wouldn't be so special if I wore the suit all the time, now would it?" the newly tied Windsor knot looked very neat and Yoongi made sure the tie clip was secure in between two of Hoseok's shirt buttons. He looked dashing and sharp, and Yoongi found himself saying that he wouldn't mind if Hoseok dressed like this more as well. 

Hoseok sighed, but not in defeat, in contentment. Yoongi was fun to talk to and he always kept it engaging, making Hoseok smile and warm inside, "It wouldn't," he concurred, "But you know what I like even better and wouldn't get any less special?" Hoseok asked, eyebrows wiggling in preparation for what was the flow from his lips. Hopefully, it would be convincing enough for Yoongi to actually comply, "You wearing nothing. I wouldn't mind that if you decided to start embracing what’s underneath your clothes," he pulled Yoongi flush to his chest again, his body feeling oddly yet understandably warmer. 

Yoongi rolled his eyes but also felt the warmth in his cheeks, not an exact blush but an apparent change in color. He was flustered in the moment and even though he'd been with Hoseok for so long, he could so easily rile him up and it was almost unfair, “Stop,” he drawled, exaggerating his shy tendencies and causing Hoseok to chuckle in accomplishment. 

Silence falling shortly, Hoseok glanced at the watch on his wrist and his demeanor changed, “We should go soon. Seokjin won’t be happy if we’re not early to the wedding,” the wedding. The occasion for which they were dressing in their less than usual attire. Today was a very special day and the two had been looking forward to it for almost three years, ever since Seokjin and Namjoon were engaged. 

“That man is a psycho,” Yoongi grumbled as he shrugged on his suit jacket. It was mid-summer and it seemed overkill to wear am extra layer to the ceremony when he was going to end up sweating but he knew Seokjin was going to wear his own jacket since he wanted to look his absolute best for his wedding day, and he wanted to be a good friend. Looking his absolute best was what best friends did for each other, "Is the gift already in the car?"

“Put it there after we had breakfast,” it had been sitting on the kitchen counter for almost a month, wrapped and topped with a bow Hoseok meticulously put time into perfecting, “Wanted to make sure we wouldn’t forget it," as if Hoseok would. He had the memory of an elephant and if Yoongi knew Hoseok, he'd put the box in the car days ago and was just being unnecessarily humble. 

“Thank you, Hobi,” Yoongi smiled cheekily before landing a nice swat to Hoseok’s , making the younger yelp in surprise, "You're always so on top of things." 

"Especially you," Hoseok was playing cheeky and Yoongi was not having it. 

"Oh my god if you don't stop," Yoongi threatened, aiming for a slap on the back but before he could reach him, Hoseok was sprinting out of the room and towards the exit of their apartment. The younger was completely ridiculous but he had Yoongi smiling and giddy, wondering how he had landed such a catch like Jung Hoseok. 

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"You're late," Seokjin hissed into Yoongi's ear as he hugged him, chin pressed to his shoulder and squeezing just a bit too tight, kind of like a warning. It was warm-hearted as always, but Seokjin had always liked to play up dramatics when he found fit. His wedding day was the perfect place to do so when Yoongi couldn't fight back or put in his two cents because Seokjin deserved special treatment. But Yoongi was contrary and he could put up a fight and call out his best friend's actions if he wanted to. He settled for a half-assed argument, not wanting to get Seokjin too heated in the moment before he had to promise himself to Namjoon until the day they both die. That was a pretty big deal that required his full attention, and he didn’t need it compromised with back-burner annoyance directed at his friend. 

Yoongi wrestled out of his hold, quickly smoothing out his now crumpled shirt and jacket. He dressed up nice for this occasion and Seokjin had to make him look like a mess, "We're actually here early, don't even pull that on me,” he bit, an exaggerated frown marring his features before melting into an uncontrollable and crooked smile on his lips. Seokjin was in a playful mood and deep down inside of him he was thankful for that and couldn't force himself to hold back his true emotions. 

"You were supposed to be here earlier than early and yet you weren't. I'm so disappointed in you two," Seokjin whined with a scowl, placing his hands on his hips, broad shoulders sticking out along with his chest. He looked like an over-grown toddler who was just told no, yet he was the oldest out of all of them. Yoongi couldn’t help but roll his eyes, sigh expelling from his chest and revving up Seokjin’s passion. 

“You’re lucky we came at all. I could have missed a great opportunity with an entertainment company because I decided to be a good friend and come to your wedding instead of going to the studio,” Yoongi barked back, not meaning his words in the slightest. He was happy to be here and to support his best friends, and an opportunity be damned. He could have many of those in his future, he didn’t have the chance to see Seokjin and Namjoon’s wedding again. 

And hearing that Yoongi sacrificed any opportunity just to attend his wedding had Seokjin smiling and he couldn't be sarcastic anymore. He was content and he better express his appreciation before they descended into a real fight, as most of their banters typically did even though not the initial intention, "And I'm so glad you did. Out of everyone that was invited, I'm the happiest that you both showed up," he reaffirmed, a happy tilt of his head and shoulders bunching up to his cheeks in glee. His features turning childlike in joy that had Yoongi melting further into the palm of his hand.  

“Good, it should be that way,” Yoongi smiled with the most amused quality, going in for another hug but this time it wasn’t congratulatory. It was because he could and because he wanted to. 

“Will I get my hug anytime soon?” Namjoon asked from the sidelines with a huff indignantly, “I’d think you two were the ones in a relationship and getting married today,” he pouted, having already received a warm and welcome hug from Hoseok. The two were left to themselves, Yoongi and Seokjin in their own little universe and disregarding anyone who was outside of it. 

“Of course, you big sour puss,” Yoongi reprimanded, releasing Seokjin so he could switch to embrace Namjoon, “What kind of person do you think I am? I just like to take my time, you know this.” 

“You’re so annoying,” Namjoon huffed as he let go, all smiles in addition to the sarcasm he was struggling to maintain, “Can you be nice to me today? I’m getting married you know.” 

“You expect me to give you a break on the biggest day of your life? Not happening,” Yoongi smirked teasingly, “And I bought you a pretty costly gift, so I think it’s even,” he’d bought them a stand mixer since Namjoon had reportedly broken Seokjin’s a few weeks ago. The older had been pretty livid, down trod that he had to hand mix their baking ingredients. Yoongi has heard how sore Seokjin’s arms have been and to put an end to it, a stand mixer was the best gift. It was worth spending the money if it meant silencing the complaints. 

“Stop teasing him before he cries,” Hoseok scolded, butting in as he moved to hug Seokjin in turn, hums and ‘Hoseok noises’ ensuing, “I’m very happy for you, hyung,” he assured, making certain that the two of them were purely ecstatic of this paramount moment in their lives, “Wouldn’t even consider skipping out.” 

“Good thing you’re here to be the mediator, or else we really would be arguing,” Seokjin chuckled, hugging his friend tightly to his chest, hands interlocking behind his back to keep him close, “Thank you so much for coming.” 

“Of course! When you’re actually married is it okay if I shout my insurmountable approval of your joyous union?” he joked, although a hint of seriousness underlaid his tone and it was a tad worrisome. Hoseok was typically very gathered, but he could also be unpredictable, and he could disguise his voice however he wanted it to sound at the moment, making it hard to read. Seokjin was having a hard time deciphering his true intentions. 

“Wait until the reception to do that,” Seokjin advises pointedly in exchange, preferring the actual ceremony to be peaceful and serene, a testament to the calm he felt when he was with Namjoon. He made everything feel so right, and he was the one who made him feel collected at his worst times, “If not, you won’t get any cake.” 

The threat of no wedding cake had Hoseok’s eyes growing comically wide, “My lips will be sealed,” Hoseok promised, gesturing that they were indeed so by pretending they were zipped with an invisible zipper, invisible key stored in his pants pocket. Yoongi chuckled to himself, Hoseok’s small actions so endearing and adorable to him. 

“You can go ahead and pick your seat if you’d like. Although Jimin and Taehyung will probably want you sitting next to them,” Namjoon directed as he registered that more guests were trickling into the hall. He preferred not departing from their friends but they had plenty more guests to cycle through before the actual ceremony. And it wasn’t customary for the guests to greet the to-be-married at the beginning. Namjoon and Seokjin were meant to be out of sight until it was their time to walk down the aisle separately, their parents greeting and thanking the guests beforehand. Their guests’ first glance at the grooms was supposed to come later at the alter, Yoongi and Hoseok were just lucky like that, “We have to go in the back and ready ourselves,” a warm smile crossed his lips as he glanced at Seokjin, the love he felt in his chest so strong for the one who meant the most to him. 

“We’ll do that,” Yoongi nodded, gummy smile starting to peek through as the excitement stirred in his lower belly, butterflies causing a hurricane. Things were moving so fast it was almost unbelievable and the gravity of the situation was starting to weigh down on him. A new light lit up his eyes, a drive to revel in the moment and feel something deeper in his heart, “Hurry up and hide. You’re ruining this for everyone coming in.” 

Once departed from their friends, Hoseok and Yoongi made their way to the chairs up front, finding the seats that were reserved just for them. Of course, it wasn’t hard to locate them since they were positioned right next to their friends Taehyung and Jimin. The two sitting made sure they knew where their seats were anyway, it was hard to miss with Taehyung’s boisterous personality and wildly waving arms, “Hoseokie hyung! Yoongi hyung! You’re sitting next to us!” Taehyung was quite loud, typical, enthusiastically patting his hand flat on the padded seats adjacent to him and making an abundance of noise while doing so. He was overly animated and Yoongi and Hoseok had to scurry as fast as possible to cease their friend’s overbearing antics. The other guests walking in were starting to grow interested in them, stares pointed and direct. Yoongi felt like he was at the zoo and was both observing and part of the exhibit. 

“It’s been too long since we’ve seen each other,” Hoseok bowed once close enough to speak at a reasonable proximity, followed by a very wide armed hug from Taehyung, “It’s been ages. Two months at least. That’s far too long without my dose of Jimin and Taehyung.” 

“It has, hasn’t it?” Taehyung concurred after a second in thought to confirm, pulling away to gauge his expression, “It’s so nice to see you again. Didn’t think I would ever miss you so much. It’s like I’m your awaiting husband at our home, ecstatic that you’ve returned from war. So much so that I’m a crying and blubbering mess,” Hoseok’s cackle sounded, amused to no end with his younger friend and his odd sense of humor. Taehyung had a way with Hoseok and anything the younger said, Hoseok found hysterical. 

Yoongi was more focused on Jimin, his other counterpart, taking in his appearance and the major changes the younger has been through since they last met in person, “Wow, look at you, Jiminie,” Yoongi cooed in a concoction of disbelief and amazement, “You’re...” he hesitated, not sure if he was allowed to speak the specific word that was running through his mind. It was rude to state aloud in general and he heard it was even worse for someone like Jimin so for once he was watching his tongue. Last time he made a blunt observation about Jimin, he’d made the younger cry. He’d felt so guilty and apologized profusely, even going as far as getting on his knees and groveling at Jimin’s feet. Yoongi had never seen so many tears come from any one person let alone Jimin. And all he said was that Jimin had been eating more than his share of the food, you’d think he’d told him that Taehyung wanted a divorce. 

“Huge?” Jimin presented with confidence and a quirked eyebrow, unexpected giggles ensuing as though he’d just been complimented. He slowly hoisted himself up from his chair, both hands using the other chairs around him and Taehyung’s arm as leverage, “I know. It’s not exactly a secret is it?” once upright and on his feet, Jimin placed one hand behind his back and the other rested on top of his ridiculously rounded belly. It was very hard to miss, “Me being pregnant is hard to dismiss.” 

Yoongi felt his cheeks warm, a nice rose blushing his pale skin as he was caught in his own uncertainty. He felt like he made a big mistake even though he received reassurance that he hadn’t, “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant that... you’re...” Yoongi couldn’t come up with a convincing replacement and he was making himself look like an idiot. Saving his own rear wasn’t going according to plan. 

Jimin clucked his tongue, butting in before Yoongi could continue, “I’m due in three weeks. All baby has been doing is growing and I think they’re running out of room. Won’t slow down on the kicking either and keeps me up all night,” he groused with a grimace as another kick was wedged between ribs, hand sliding to rest under his impressive bump. Jimin’s dress shirt was bordering ludicrous as the buttons were starting to strain against his stretched skin. It was no use visiting a tailor when Jimin was just going to get bigger by the day, so he left it how it was, not caring that he was nearly bursting out of the fabric. He’d reached the point where he was unapologetic in his appearance because he was working a miracle, “Now can we stop talking about how huge I am and hug it out?” his waddle activated and Yoongi was shocked at that as well, knowing Jimin as an agile and graceful dancer, light on his feet. Now he was clumsy and unbalanced, unlike any Jimin he’s ever known before. He warmly hugged him regardless, enjoying his friend’s touch before reluctantly pulling away to feel some kicks Jimin invited him to experience. Those little kicks and shifts were magical and it was bewildering that there was a whole person inside of Jimin. It was pretty amazing. 

More hugs were exchanged and then everyone was sat down and settled as they waited for the ceremony to begin, engaged in conversation about their lives and their most recent endeavors they failed to mention over text or call. It was fun conversation that they all needed after not catching up in a while due to busy schedules or the stress of preparing the house for a baby. Jimin and Taehyung has moved to a bigger space and Yoongi and Hoseok have yet to make a trip to the married couples’ house. They had an actual house now, not an apartment and Yoongi congratulated them on their mortgage. That was a pretty big step. 

More guests were filing in and the hall was starting to get full, noise gradually growing in volume and filling every corner of the room. It was starting to feel comfortable oddly enough, even though they were surrounded by people they weren’t familiar with. College friends, work colleagues, extended family, many nameless people they wouldn’t see after today. Yoongi considered cordially starting a conversation with the couple sitting next to him with Hoseok but realized there was no need to acquaint himself with anyone. They would be too focused on what they came here for to spark conversation anyway, wanting every second to be about Namjoon and Seokjin. And there was always the issue of his social anxiety. He wouldn’t be able to get past introductions without feeling like he’d done something wrong, so it was better to keep quiet or speak to Hoseok to keep his mind off things. 

Besides, he had other things to delve into and dissect to his understanding. The ceremony was getting so much closer and Yoongi couldn’t believe it, the prospect of it something he hadn’t been too interested in before until his friends announced their weddings. The butterflies continuously fluttering in his stomach were unwavering, causing an inpatient bounce in his leg. Weddings had always seemed so dull and unnecessary before, but after glancing at the beauty and meticulous detail of the hall, and having attended Jimin and Taehyung’s own wedding before, it was starting to seem not so bad, but still a hassle and unnecessary. His thoughts were conflicting, colliding and butting heads as he shifted between opinions. His head was a tad cloudy and he wondered if he needed to take some pain killers to cease his headache until the sound of an organ filled the room, classic music like the kind Yoongi would play when he was preparing for a piano recital in his adolescence. 

It was a soft tune, not quite the wedding march, but still carrying that vibe of the iconic song and expressing so much more. It was beautifully chosen and Yoongi was proud of his friends’ music preference. It was the kind of music Namjoon would attempt to compose in his studio, the kind Seokjin listened to to calm down when he was stressed. 

Movement caught Yoongi’s eye. The marriage officiant seemingly materialized from a side entry door to stand under an arch decorated and patterned with lovely white roses, vining and tangling among the white painted wood so effortlessly. She readied her script in her hands, glancing over the words with care, having spent some time memorizing them with a determination to not depend on the paper in hand. She was wearing a black, ankle-length gown that wasn’t too flashy but wasn’t too plain either. Professionally elegant were the words Yoongi would use to describe her, with a warmth on her features as she smiled brightly. Yoongi recalled that she was Namjoon’s aunt, handpicked for the event after much consideration. She was very close to both Namjoon and Seokjin and no one saw a better fit for the job than her. It was sentimental and personal down to every detail and it had Yoongi’s heart doing bizarre flips in his chest. 

Yoongi felt he barely had time to process what was in front of him before all of the hall’s guests were soon standing up, turning their backs on the officiant to instead face the newest incomer. Close to follow were Yoongi, Hoseok, and his friends were standing up as well, Jimin needing a little more help than everyone else. Everyone was in a state of shock and stupefaction because there were no words that could convey how they felt in that moment. 

It was Seokjin walking down the aisle first with his father and mother on either of his sides. He looked absolutely dapper in his new suit specifically for his marriage day. He looked even better than when Yoongi and Hoseok had seen him last, hair now styled to his liking and a small amount of makeup to accentuate his already handsome features. He looked stunning to put it simply and it was hard not to stare, walking with such ease towards the alter and the officiant, blissed smile on his lips as his mother and father guided him forward, arms entwined together so Seokjin was escorting them and holding each other close. 

Yoongi noted how utterly happy he looked, up to the very second he was joining the officiant in the front. He smile never wavered and the only time Yoongi looked away from the groom was when Namjoon entered th