pinky promise?
Pairing; jeonghan x reader
Genre; fluff, fluff and more fluff
Word Count; 1.2k! (short oneshot, 2 - 5 minute read)
Summary; the pinky promise has forever been a staple in your relationship, and on the day of seungcheol’s wedding, you find yourself tied together, pinky to pinky once again.
A/N;; i don’t think i’ve written a fic or a scenario since 2017, i apologise if this isn’t archive of our own worthy! i’ve just missed doing my usual fluff super short oneshot’s i’ve been working with since 2012! anyway, stan seventeen and enjoy!
Folding the edges of his popped collar down, Jeonghan stared into the mirror, palms pressing any creases in his shirt away as he rotated to ensure that everything was fully tucked into his trousers. He was almost ethereal looking in this state, not fully put together and hair out of place, his captivating eyes checking himself out head to toe. You admired from the en suite attached to your bedroom, head leant against the door frame as you locked eyes in the reflection of the mirror. Jeonghan’s closed lip smile slowly spread into a bright grin as he looked you head to toe – “You look amazing! I hope you’re not upstaging the bride on purpose.” He winked, you rolled your eyes in response, straightening your pose and heading over to grab his cufflinks. He sat down on the stool by the vanity and held out his wrist as you knelt down, beginning to fiddle with his sleeves. “Very funny, let’s remind ourselves it’s Seungcheol’s day, not ours mm?” This romance Seungcheol had found himself in was a whirlwind to say the least, he’d bumped into a girl at the local convenience store and it just caught him off guard, you still remembered the day he came running to tell everyone about this beautiful woman he’d set eyes on. Well, thankfully, she’d felt the same and you’d all taken a shine to her, to her credit she really did bring out the best in him – and now you’re here, on their wedding day, less than a year later.
Your romance was a little less of a sprint and more like a marathon. You’d met in high school and had taken the same electives and had similar interests, you got along really well. Jeonghan was always a charmer, you’d hear him coming before you’d see him, the natural showman. It was hard not to like him. You were more on the quiet side, head in your books rather than singing your way down the corridors, but that matched him well – he was a complete brain box, with grades that reflected his dedication to anything he could put his mind to. By the end of first year you two were nearly inseparable, with each other waiting at the gates at the start of the morning and being the last to leave at the end of the night. There were feelings there, that you’d both acknowledged and it was looking like it was about to manifest into something real, until he got scouted. It was hard, you knew at that moment in time, you had no place in his near-future, and it would be selfish of you to expect so.
You could remember the day of graduation like it was yesterday. Jeonghan was moving into dorms, and he’d no longer be able to spend his time with you. Whilst everyone was signing shirts and discussing what the future holds, you found yourself sat on the table in the classroom you both would spend your time playing games and half-ass tutoring each other. The door peaked open and Jeonghan sighed, shutting it and locking it behind himself, sliding himself onto the desk beside you. “I think it’ll be weird not seeing this background every week.” He chuckled, you gave him a small smile and nodded in agreement. The room dropped to an eerie silence before you raised your head to face the blackboard. “I am happy for you, you know, I don’t want you to think I’m not.” You reassured him, he knew that, and he knew you’d never stop him from doing something that makes him happy but he could sense the sadness, and he felt it too. “I know.” His hand covered yours, your eyes meeting. “I will never forget you, I’ll always be here.” He whispered, his pinkie finger curling round yours in a promise.
You’d replayed that moment over and over in your head for years, and as you two set off on your separate paths, he was always in the back of your mind and soon in the forefront as he debuted, and his beautiful smile was plastered everywhere you looked. You were so immensely proud and made sure to buy every album, and attend every concert you could. A couple of years later you got a Instagram DM, from him.
‘ I told you I’d never forget! ‘ with a grinning emoji, you still remember the shiver that ran up your spine, that was it. The message that had started it all. There’s a belief about the Red Thread of Fate, an invisible cord that ties two people destined to be lovers together, no matter the distance or the circumstance, the cord would never break – and you’d always meet in the end. Jeonghan was the other half of your thread, and the treasured pinkie promise had become a statement of your relationship.
Your fingers threaded the second cufflink through the hole and secured it shut, standing between his legs as you tried to even the parting of his hair, his hands rested on your hips, arm slowly snaking around your middle as he stood up and looked down to you, a warm smile radiating from his face. One of his fingers lifted to push a few loose strands of hair back into your up do, you took him in in his entirety, his soft skin, warm touch and comforting eyes, your own shutting as his lips met your forehead. He’d always said he wasn’t the marriage type, and he didn’t really see the point of it, but with Seungcheol’s day finally arriving, he was becoming less and less cynical and moving to a point of celebrating the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, probably wasn’t a bad thing, and that it didn’t need to be legally declared on a piece of paper, but respected those that wished it was.
You were disturbed in the moment by the bustle of men’s voices running down the corridor, Jeonghan grabbed his blazer jacket off the bed and checked himself out in the mirror one final time. “How do I look?” He pointed, jokingly running his hand through his hair. “I’ll give you a solid 8/10.” You replied, pushing his arm with a grin. “Let’s go.”
The ceremony was beautiful, and everything you’d thought it could be and more, I guess it’s a plus when the entertainment is world renowned and food to die for. The moment Seungcheol’s fiancé walked through the door and down the aisle was something you’d never forget, she looked heavenly, and Seungcheol was almost in tears, sobering up slightly when Joshua’s foot hit against his leg with a mumble-chuckle “your mom will hate it if your ugly crying ruins the wedding video.” Getting a stifled laugh from all the groomsmen. You’d been placed a couple of rows from the front and yes, it was Seungcheol’s day but you couldn’t’ take your eyes off your boyfriend, the way his hands clasped together, fingers linking with the others, the fit of his suit – tailored to perfection, coming back down to earth as the ceremony reached its climax.
“… In sickness and in health,” Seungcheol repeated, you’d glanced back over to your boyfriend, who’s eyes met yours across the church, his hands unclasped as he held out his pinkie finger subtly, you, without any explanation, held yours out also. “Until death do us part.” He mouthed in the same time as Seungcheol, his pinkie curling as he did it, your heart swelled. “Until death do us part.”
