Junmyeon glanced nervously out the window at the pouring rain.

"Hyung," Kyungsoo said softly as he readjusted the man’s white shirt for the tenth time, “he’s on his way. He said they’re only ten minutes out.” Junmyeon shuffled his feet worriedly.

“You don’t think… he’ll get cold feet, do you?”

“Kim Junmyeon,” Kyungsoo said sharply, “you know perfectly well that he would never do something like that. He loves you more than himself… which is saying something.” Kyungsoo muttered the last few words, a small smirk on his face. The older nodded as he glanced back out the window.

“You know, hyung,” Baekhyun spoke up, eyes closed, from his relaxed position in the chair against the wall, “they say that it’s good luck if it rains on your wedding day.” He opened his eyes and looked at the older with a sly smile, “And if that monsoon out there is any indication, I’d say the two of you have enough luck to get you pregnant.”

“Shut up, Baekhyun,” Kyungsoo snapped at him, rolling his eyes when he caught Junmyeon blushing. Snorting out a pleased laugh, Baekhyun returned to his relaxation.

A few minutes later, a light knock came at the door.

“Hey guys,” Yixing stuck his head into the room, smiling, “sorry we’re late, we just arrived. Are you ready?” Junmyeon looked between the three groomsmen anxiously before nodding. He started walking towards the door when Kyungsoo stopped him, handing him his bouquet of assorted white flowers.

“Go get’em.”

“Wait!” Jongdae suddenly burst into the room, expensive camera swinging dangerously around his neck, “I need to get your picture before you go out!” Ignoring the death glare given by the doe-eyed man-of-honor, Jongdae pushed Junmyeon away from the door and towards the white wall. “Okay,” he said, holding the camera up to his face, “now smile!”

“Beautiful,” a low, gentle voice filled the room, stealing Junmyeon’s attention. Jongdae smiled and snapped a few pictures as a tender smile bloomed on Junmyeon’s face.

“Yifan…” Junmyeon said softly, all doubt and worry melting away. Yifan stepped forward and grasped his almost-husband’s hand and squeezed it.

“Are you ready?”

“With you, there’s nothing I’m not ready for.”

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A/N: *pukes* idk guys I'm too burnt out from homework so I decided to be productively unproductive and wrote this for Evrim because that's all I do anymore lol