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Flashing lights, ringing bells, cigarette smoke, it all makes you feel overwhelmed as you stand beside Hongjoong, hoping he’ll hit his Lucky 7 so you can move elsewhere.

When your mutual friend, Seonghwa, invited you to his co-ed bachelor party, you were unsure until Hongjoong assured you he’d stay by your side the whole time.

It’s not like you hated the idea, but Vegas?

Las Vegas?

People partied a little too hard in Vegas.

Seonghwa’s wedding was weeks away, but the happy couple had insisted on partying it up, already committed to making the last few weeks before their wedding a HUGE party. Perhaps it was just who they were, or perhaps it was to make up for the years they’d spent pining for each other until the bride-to-be left Stan? Sterno? Stephen? Stupid at the altar.

Hongjoong rests his head on your shoulder, his hand on your bare skin. Your little black dress leaves your back exposed and tingles run down your spine at your friend’s touch.

Friends, it was almost laughable when you toed the line often; nights spent wrapped in Hongjoong’s sheets, days spent together, almost like a couple.

No label, no strings, but your heart belonged to him completely. 

“Ugh, I almost had that,” Hongjoong breathes against your skin as his hand moves lower to squeeze your ass.

Blinking owlishly, you look at the screen. 

“Two 7s,” You chuckle. “Damn.”

“Here I thought I was going to get lucky,” Hongjoong teases, his lips brushing a kiss on your neck. 

“Night’s still young,” you respond as he squeezes you once more before he moves his hand to your hip.

“Is that so, babe?” He smirks as his fingertips move down the length of your back. 

You smile, reaching for your drink before turning to leave him alone by the losing machine.

~

Saturday night started similar to the previous night.

Hours at the casino, drinks at a not-so-funny comedy show, and then stuffed in a party bus with your friends and their acquaintances where you had to sit on Hongjoong’s lap, his lips on your neck after some guest had offered up their dick, er lap.

The bride-to-be swung from the pole in front of Seonghwa, earning hoots and laughter as she dramatically dropped down to the floor into a split before giggling her way onto Seonghwa’s lap.

A friend of yours, Mandy, took the pole next. She starts slowly, before she reaches for you to join her. You’re bashful with your movements, glad you and Hongjoong had a few of those .99 cent shooters before getting on the party bus. 

Gotta ball on a budget sometimes.

However, Mandy knows how to use your shyness to work on the pole. She takes the top of the pole, pulling you with her, helping you spin with her until she’s on top of you.

Mandy giggles as she kisses your cheek before she gets to her feet and extends her hand out to you.

Hongjoong pulls you right onto his lap after that, his cock throbbing against the curve of your ass. 

“Fuck, that was hot,” He murmurs between kisses as Wooyoung and Yeosang dance sensually on the pole. 

“Really?” You ask softly as he discreetly moves your hand to his hard cock. 

“Really, baby. Wanna fuck you here,” he admits as you palm him over his pants and he curses.

“Shots all around!” San shouts as he passes glasses to everyone, forcing you to move your hand off Hongjoong’s cock.

~

Birds chirp, making you wake before you’re ready.

Groaning, you reach for a pillow to cover your head, but you’re met with a body instead.

Normally, you’d be worried, but you were sharing a room and bed with Hongjoong. He was most likely the one snoring beside you as you tug the covers over your head to drown out the light that slips into the bedroom from the crack in the curtains.

“Joong,” you whine as your head throbs.

You’re not sure what happened after you got dropped off from the exotic dance club. 

Beside you, Hongjoong is worse for wear as he pulls the pillow over his head. He refuses to get up before noon but you’re calling his name and he knows you can tell by his breathing that he’s awake. 

Flashes of last night hit you. A party bus, dancing, bright lights, a veil, cheers, and more drinks.

Groaning, you sit up whilst clutching your head, ignoring the room as it spins. 

Ugh.

You are never drinking again. 

Funny, you said that the last time and the time before that, and the time before that…

“Babe,” you whine when he doesn’t immediately wake up.

“Huh? What?” Hongjoong sits up, fists ready to punch. Unfortunately it was a hard habit to break since his step-brother was dropped off at some zombie event by his work company. Needless to say, Hongjoong took up boxing with Yoongi, and now he punched before waking.

Joy.

“Easy,” You say. “It’s just me.”

“Oh,” He relaxes before he lies back in bed. “It’s too early to be up.”

“Do you remember last night?” You ask as you sit up, dressed in the previous night’s outfit, too tired to change out of it apparently. You look at the mirror on the ceiling of the bed, your make up is smeared, some marks on the pillow and sheets. Great, you’d probably be charged for the cleaning.

“Yeah, there was a party bus, poles, you doing some very naughty things on my lap,” He smirks, groaning when you smack his bare chest.

“Hey!” 

“Not so loud,” you grip your head in your hands, brows furrowing when you feel something cold pressed against your shut eyelid.

“Huh?”

“What?” Hongjoong asks, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

You don’t respond, as you look at your hand to see a silver band around a finger it has no place being.

Quickly, nearly snapping your neck, you look at Hongjoong, mid eye rub before you yank his hand to see a matching silver ring where it most definitely should not be.

The phone rings but you’re frozen in place. 

Hongjoong, who hasn’t caught on, now that his head is throbbing, answers the phone. 

“Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Kim. Your party is waiting for you in the dining hall, would you like to cancel?”

“Mrs. Who?” Hongjoong asks the person on the phone. “I think you have the wrong room. We’re here for the Park wedding party.”

“Joong,” you whisper, putting the pieces together.

Hongjoong raises his finger, asking you to give him a minute. “There’s no Mrs. Kim here. I mean, I am Mr. Kim but I’m not married.”

“Hongjoong,” you say his full name, and he turns to you.

“Babe, I’m on the phone. They’re looking for Mrs. Kim,” He explains, the phone pressed to his chest so the person at the front desk won’t hear.

You raise your left hand, the ring in Hongjoong’s view. “I think that’s me.”

Hongjoong freezes, the phone falls onto the bed. You reach for it with shaking hands, saying a quick thanks before putting the phone back in its place.

Part of you is worried, Hongjoong hasn’t moved, breathed since you spoke. Good, it just makes the pounding of your heart louder.

There’s no way you two would have been stupid enough to…

I mean, the two of you never…

A knock at the door makes your head throb. You fumble out of bed, opening the door to welcome in Wooyoung and Mingi.

“Congratulations! We knew you’d eventually tie the knot!” Wooyoung cheers, too loud for the room, for the throbbing in your head and Hongjoong’s.

“Woo, please.” You plead, not entirely sure for what.

“Don’t worry, Seonghwa and his girl aren’t mad. They were stoked that the two of you finally got your shit together to say ‘I do’. “Who knew we’d be celebrating two events in one trip?” Mingi grins brightly as he pulls his phone out of his pocket.

“Yeah, you two saved us so much money on a destination wedding,” Wooyoung nods as Mingi plays a shaky video of you wearing a veil, a cheap bouquet in your hands as a person dressed as Darth Vader marries you and Hongjoong.

“No, no, no!” You watch the video to its entirety, the I dos, the signatures on the certificate, the officiant heading to the all night office to get it processed. 

“We held onto your wedding certificate. Didn’t want the two of you to puke on it. A copy is $50 bucks,” Wooyoung informs you. “We’re getting it framed. Should be ready before we head out.”

The room spins, their words shooting through you like bullets before your knees grow weak, give out and your face is heading straight for the carpeted floor.

Except the brunt of the hit never comes.

Hongjoong is there, faster than Mingi and Wooyoung who were closer to you, but Hongjoong is always there when you need him, even in moments that are as confusing as this.

You were married.

MARRIED.

To Joong, HONGJOONG!

“Easy, love,” he says softly, steadying you as he leads you to the bed you shared this weekend, the first bed you shared as husband and wife. 

Fuck, you’re a wife.

“We’ll leave you be,” Wooyoung states but his words don’t resonate, neither do their footsteps when they leave.

Married.

The word is seared in your brain as your hands shake in Hongjoong’s. Had you somehow tricked him into it? Gotten so damn drunk you couldn’t think clearly? Had Mingi, Yeosang, Wooyoung, or even Seonghwa dared the two of you to do this? 

Memories of last slash this morning don’t come to you. God, you were truly never drinking again after this.

A phone rings, this time it’s Hongjoong’s cellphone.

“Hey, meet us for lunch in ten minutes! We got a private dining area and everything!” Seonghwa’s cheerful tone says before he hangs up.

“Let’s just shower and get dressed. We can figure this out once we join everyone for lunch. Maybe they can put the pieces together.” Hongjoong assures you with a squeeze on your hand, though his heart threatened to beat out of his chest. Surely, he could have done this better, more romantic, a beautiful proposal, a long engagement and then a marriage. 

Ten minutes later, the two of you are dressed in matching outfits, something you had thought was cute before you had a ring on your finger. You hadn’t had the nerve to take it off in your shower with Hongjoong, who was lost in his thoughts as the water poured over the two of you in the shower, but he still washed your hair, helped wash your back, washed your legs, your feet, kissed his way up to your lips.

“We’ll figure this out together, baby. This doesn’t change anything,” He promised, kissing you once more before the two of you finished your shower.

“We’ll go in, tell Seonghwa we can’t stay for this impromptu lunch and figure something out, okay?” Hongjoong asks as his hand rests on the door handle of the dining area your friends had rented out this morning. This had not been in the neatly typed itinerary. 

Honestly, lunch was gonna be a beefy burrito from one of the restaurants in the airport, so why had Seonghwa changed his mind?

With a deep breath, Hongjoong opens the door, his other hand in yours as the two of you walk in.

“Congratulations!” Come the shouts of your friends, your parents, Hongjoong’s, somehow all there in the crowd in the middle of the dining area.

“I’m gonna puke,” You say, and Hongjoong is still frozen in place, his hand in yours the only tether to this plane. 

White balloons wrap around a pillar, round tables in white and silver tablecloths are spread out, but the biggest center piece of all is a three tiered cake with Mr. and Mrs. jabbed on the top in bedazzled letters.

Hongjoong’s parents come over to hug you, his mother kisses both your cheeks as your parents do the same to Hongjoong, your hands still in the others.

“Wait, we-” Hongjoong is cut off by Seonghwa clinking a glass with a spoon to get everyone’s attention. 

“I’d just like to celebrate the bride and groom today. This has been a long time coming, seeing the two of them, whether labels are used or not, they give all us here hope that soulmates exist,” Seonghwa reaches for his fiance’s hand and lifts his glass. “To the bride and groom.”

“To the bride and groom!” The guests echo and you remain silent beside Hongjoong. The two of you rush out of the room, hands still linked as you head for the nearest exit, the one that leads to the beautiful garden on the hotel’s property.

Hongjoong runs his free hand through his hair, the one with the silver band. 

“This isn’t how I wanted to do this. This wasn’t how I imagined it would go,” he says more so to himself than to you. His gaze meets yours, he takes both your hands in his, squeezing them.

“I never wanted it to be like this, baby. I, hell,” He groans. “I wanted to propose to you, make it romantic. I wanted everything to be perfect for you, for us. Just us. Shit, I skipped through so many steps.”

“You want to marry me?” You ask him, cupping his face.

“I mean we already are apparently,” Hongjoong uses a finger to turn the band on his finger, glaring daggers at it. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

“Babe, focus,” Your voice is firm, taking no nonsense from him. 

“Of course I do, I love you. That’s why I wanted perfection. I wanted to give you an engagement ring after I proposed, one made just for you. I wanted a long engagement so we could plan the wedding of your dreams, no Darth Vader anywhere in sight.” Hongjoong sighs. 

“Let’s do it, then!” You smile and Hongjoong furrows his brows.

“We’re already married,” He says, puzzled.

“For now, we can get it annulled or divorced or something,” You ramble. “This shouldn’t be end all be all. We can do it our way, on our timing.”

“What about our parents? Everyone’s waiting for us and we ran out,” Hongjoong bites his bottom lip.

“Screw it all! We can do it all over again, at our pace. How we want not because we got sloshed in Vegas on Seonghwa’s bachelor party.”

Hongjoong finally smiles, finally feels hopeful. “What about these?”

You look at the silver bands on your wedding fingers. You take yours off and head to the fountain in the middle of the garden with Hongjoong in tow. You face the fountain, hold the ring to your heart, make a wish, and toss the ring into the fountain.

“You’re insane!” Hongjoong laughs but he does the same thing. 

“So what now?” 

“Now we go eat cake and tell everyone thanks, but no thanks,” You grin as the two of you run back toward the hotel entrance, your white linen dress blowing in the wind as your laughter and his fills the halls.

~

“We’ve decided not to stay married,” You say as you rip the plastic bedazzled cake topper off the cake and toss it aside. You dip your finger in the frosting. “Ooh, Yummy!” 

Hongjoong wraps his lips around your finger when you offer him some frosting.

“What? What do you mean?” Seonghwa asks, confused just like everyone else. “I gave a speech and everything.”

Hongjoong laughs, “Sorry but you’ll have to save it for our real wedding. We want to do things on our own time not because we got blackout drunk.”

“Hongjoong!” His mother gasps.

“I know, sorry mom. We want a do over, a HUGE one. I want to propose, plan the wedding of our dreams, but when it feels right for us.”

Yeosang sighs as he gets on the phone, trying to find the Darth Vader that married you last night. 

Wooyoung and Mingi head to the bar, and the rest of the guests enjoy lunch and cake. Halfyway through lunch, Yeosang comes running over to the happily married couple.

“You two aren’t legally married,” He announces with a bright grin.

“What? What are you talking about? Wooyoung and Mingi showed us the certificate. They said the person was gonna file it,” You look over at Mingi and Wooyoung, both doing shots together, laughing.

“Exactly,” Yeosang states as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “They’re not supposed to have it. It was supposed to be filed. Those two wrestled Darth Vader for it so they could frame it.”

“Those idiots!” Hongjoong laughs, happily.

“What?” Wooyoung asks, knowing immediately Hongjoong was talking to them. You wave them over, they bring their cocktails. You hug them both, kissing their cheeks.

“Ew! What?!” Mingi groans as you’re overly affectionate with them.

“In front of her husband too—the audacity,” Wooyoung shakes his head as he finds a way to chug his drink while you hold him tight.

“Do you need a divorce lawyer? Jongho had one in bed last night.” Yunho smirks.

“Dude!” Jongho shouts, and Yunho cackles.

“Weren’t you there too, Yunho? I could have sworn…” Mingi smirks, and both men blush.

“We’re not married!”

“We’re not married! Holy shit!” You cheer, grabbing the front of Hongjoong’s shirt and kissing him once you release your baffled (drunk) friends.

“Huh? What’s going on?” Wooyoung asks, his drink now gone. 

San joins the happy couple after chatting up Hongjoong’s mom, though Hongjoong’s dad put a quick stop to that.

“You two took the certificate,” Yeosang says, and Mingi nods. He opens a gift bag, takes out the framed certificate.

“We were gonna give it back,” Mingi states.

Hongjoong laughs, his forehead pressed to your shoulder. “We’re doing this right next time. Got it, Mrs. Kim?”

You lace your fingers with his, “Got it, Mr. Kim.”

Flashing lights, ringing bells, cigarette smoke, it all makes you feel overwhelmed as you stand beside Hongjoong, hoping he’ll hit his Lucky 7 so you can move elsewhere.

When your mutual friend, Seonghwa, invited you to his co-ed bachelor party, you were unsure until Hongjoong assured you he’d stay by your side the whole time.

It’s not like you hated the idea, but Vegas?

Las Vegas?

People partied a little too hard in Vegas.

Seonghwa’s wedding was weeks away, but the happy couple had insisted on partying it up, already committed to making the last few weeks before their wedding a HUGE party. Perhaps it was just who they were, or perhaps it was to make up for the years they’d spent pining for each other until the bride-to-be left Stan? Sterno? Stephen? Stupid at the altar.

Hongjoong rests his head on your shoulder, his hand on your bare skin. Your little black dress leaves your back exposed and tingles run down your spine at your friend’s touch.

Friends, it was almost laughable when you toed the line often; nights spent wrapped in Hongjoong’s sheets, days spent together, almost like a couple.

No label, no strings, but your heart belonged to him completely. 

“Ugh, I almost had that,” Hongjoong breathes against your skin as his hand moves lower to squeeze your ass.

Blinking owlishly, you look at the screen. 

“Two 7s,” You chuckle. “Damn.”

“Here I thought I was going to get lucky,” Hongjoong teases, his lips brushing a kiss on your neck. 

“Night’s still young,” you respond as he squeezes you once more before he moves his hand to your hip.

“Is that so, babe?” He smirks as his fingertips move down the length of your back. 

You smile, reaching for your drink before turning to leave him alone by the losing machine.

~

Saturday night started similar to the previous night.

Hours at the casino, drinks at a not-so-funny comedy show, and then stuffed in a party bus with your friends and their acquaintances where you had to sit on Hongjoong’s lap, his lips on your neck after some guest had offered up their dick, er lap.

The bride-to-be swung from the pole in front of Seonghwa, earning hoots and laughter as she dramatically dropped down to the floor into a split before giggling her way onto Seonghwa’s lap.

A friend of yours, Mandy, took the pole next. She starts slowly, before she reaches for you to join her. You’re bashful with your movements, glad you and Hongjoong had a few of those .99 cent shooters before getting on the party bus. 

Gotta ball on a budget sometimes.

However, Mandy knows how to use your shyness to work on the pole. She takes the top of the pole, pulling you with her, helping you spin with her until she’s on top of you.

Mandy giggles as she kisses your cheek before she gets to her feet and extends her hand out to you.

Hongjoong pulls you right onto his lap after that, his cock throbbing against the curve of your ass. 

“Fuck, that was hot,” He murmurs between kisses as Wooyoung and Yeosang dance sensually on the pole. 

“Really?” You ask softly as he discreetly moves your hand to his hard cock. 

“Really, baby. Wanna fuck you here,” he admits as you palm him over his pants and he curses.

“Shots all around!” San shouts as he passes glasses to everyone, forcing you to move your hand off Hongjoong’s cock.

~

Birds chirp, making you wake before you’re ready.

Groaning, you reach for a pillow to cover your head, but you’re met with a body instead.

Normally, you’d be worried, but you were sharing a room and bed with Hongjoong. He was most likely the one snoring beside you as you tug the covers over your head to drown out the light that slips into the bedroom from the crack in the curtains.

“Joong,” you whine as your head throbs.

You’re not sure what happened after you got dropped off from the exotic dance club. 

Beside you, Hongjoong is worse for wear as he pulls the pillow over his head. He refuses to get up before noon but you’re calling his name and he knows you can tell by his breathing that he’s awake. 

Flashes of last night hit you. A party bus, dancing, bright lights, a veil, cheers, and more drinks.

Groaning, you sit up whilst clutching your head, ignoring the room as it spins. 

Ugh.

You are never drinking again. 

Funny, you said that the last time and the time before that, and the time before that…

“Babe,” you whine when he doesn’t immediately wake up.

“Huh? What?” Hongjoong sits up, fists ready to punch. Unfortunately it was a hard habit to break since his step-brother was dropped off at some zombie event by his work company. Needless to say, Hongjoong took up boxing with Yoongi, and now he punched before waking.

Joy.

“Easy,” You say. “It’s just me.”

“Oh,” He relaxes before he lies back in bed. “It’s too early to be up.”

“Do you remember last night?” You ask as you sit up, dressed in the previous night’s outfit, too tired to change out of it apparently. You look at the mirror on the ceiling of the bed, your make up is smeared, some marks on the pillow and sheets. Great, you’d probably be charged for the cleaning.

“Yeah, there was a party bus, poles, you doing some very naughty things on my lap,” He smirks, groaning when you smack his bare chest.

“Hey!” 

“Not so loud,” you grip your head in your hands, brows furrowing when you feel something cold pressed against your shut eyelid.

“Huh?”

“What?” Hongjoong asks, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

You don’t respond, as you look at your hand to see a silver band around a finger it has no place being.

Quickly, nearly snapping your neck, you look at Hongjoong, mid eye rub before you yank his hand to see a matching silver ring where it most definitely should not be.

The phone rings but you’re frozen in place. 

Hongjoong, who hasn’t caught on, now that his head is throbbing, answers the phone. 

“Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Kim. Your party is waiting for you in the dining hall, would you like to cancel?”

“Mrs. Who?” Hongjoong asks the person on the phone. “I think you have the wrong room. We’re here for the Park wedding party.”

“Joong,” you whisper, putting the pieces together.

Hongjoong raises his finger, asking you to give him a minute. “There’s no Mrs. Kim here. I mean, I am Mr. Kim but I’m not married.”

“Hongjoong,” you say his full name, and he turns to you.

“Babe, I’m on the phone. They’re looking for Mrs. Kim,” He explains, the phone pressed to his chest so the person at the front desk won’t hear.

You raise your left hand, the ring in Hongjoong’s view. “I think that’s me.”

Hongjoong freezes, the phone falls onto the bed. You reach for it with shaking hands, saying a quick thanks before putting the phone back in its place.

Part of you is worried, Hongjoong hasn’t moved, breathed since you spoke. Good, it just makes the pounding of your heart louder.

There’s no way you two would have been stupid enough to…

I mean, the two of you never…

A knock at the door makes your head throb. You fumble out of bed, opening the door to welcome in Wooyoung and Mingi.

“Congratulations! We knew you’d eventually tie the knot!” Wooyoung cheers, too loud for the room, for the throbbing in your head and Hongjoong’s.

“Woo, please.” You plead, not entirely sure for what.

“Don’t worry, Seonghwa and his girl aren’t mad. They were stoked that the two of you finally got your shit together to say ‘I do’. “Who knew we’d be celebrating two events in one trip?” Mingi grins brightly as he pulls his phone out of his pocket.

“Yeah, you two saved us so much money on a destination wedding,” Wooyoung nods as Mingi plays a shaky video of you wearing a veil, a cheap bouquet in your hands as a person dressed as Darth Vader marries you and Hongjoong.

“No, no, no!” You watch the video to its entirety, the I dos, the signatures on the certificate, the officiant heading to the all night office to get it processed. 

“We held onto your wedding certificate. Didn’t want the two of you to puke on it. A copy is $50 bucks,” Wooyoung informs you. “We’re getting it framed. Should be ready before we head out.”

The room spins, their words shooting through you like bullets before your knees grow weak, give out and your face is heading straight for the carpeted floor.

Except the brunt of the hit never comes.

Hongjoong is there, faster than Mingi and Wooyoung who were closer to you, but Hongjoong is always there when you need him, even in moments that are as confusing as this.

You were married.

MARRIED.

To Joong, HONGJOONG!

“Easy, love,” he says softly, steadying you as he leads you to the bed you shared this weekend, the first bed you shared as husband and wife. 

Fuck, you’re a wife.

“We’ll leave you be,” Wooyoung states but his words don’t resonate, neither do their footsteps when they leave.

Married.

The word is seared in your brain as your hands shake in Hongjoong’s. Had you somehow tricked him into it? Gotten so damn drunk you couldn’t think clearly? Had Mingi, Yeosang, Wooyoung, or even Seonghwa dared the two of you to do this? 

Memories of last slash this morning don’t come to you. God, you were truly never drinking again after this.

A phone rings, this time it’s Hongjoong’s cellphone.

“Hey, meet us for lunch in ten minutes! We got a private dining area and everything!” Seonghwa’s cheerful tone says before he hangs up.

“Let’s just shower and get dressed. We can figure this out once we join everyone for lunch. Maybe they can put the pieces together.” Hongjoong assures you with a squeeze on your hand, though his heart threatened to beat out of his chest. Surely, he could have done this better, more romantic, a beautiful proposal, a long engagement and then a marriage. 

Ten minutes later, the two of you are dressed in matching outfits, something you had thought was cute before you had a ring on your finger. You hadn’t had the nerve to take it off in your shower with Hongjoong, who was lost in his thoughts as the water poured over the two of you in the shower, but he still washed your hair, helped wash your back, washed your legs, your feet, kissed his way up to your lips.

“We’ll figure this out together, baby. This doesn’t change anything,” He promised, kissing you once more before the two of you finished your shower.

“We’ll go in, tell Seonghwa we can’t stay for this impromptu lunch and figure something out, okay?” Hongjoong asks as his hand rests on the door handle of the dining area your friends had rented out this morning. This had not been in the neatly typed itinerary. 

Honestly, lunch was gonna be a beefy burrito from one of the restaurants in the airport, so why had Seonghwa changed his mind?

With a deep breath, Hongjoong opens the door, his other hand in yours as the two of you walk in.

“Congratulations!” Come the shouts of your friends, your parents, Hongjoong’s, somehow all there in the crowd in the middle of the dining area.

“I’m gonna puke,” You say, and Hongjoong is still frozen in place, his hand in yours the only tether to this plane. 

White balloons wrap around a pillar, round tables in white and silver tablecloths are spread out, but the biggest center piece of all is a three tiered cake with Mr. and Mrs. jabbed on the top in bedazzled letters.

Hongjoong’s parents come over to hug you, his mother kisses both your cheeks as your parents do the same to Hongjoong, your hands still in the others.

“Wait, we-” Hongjoong is cut off by Seonghwa clinking a glass with a spoon to get everyone’s attention. 

“I’d just like to celebrate the bride and groom today. This has been a long time coming, seeing the two of them, whether labels are used or not, they give all us here hope that soulmates exist,” Seonghwa reaches for his fiance’s hand and lifts his glass. “To the bride and groom.”

“To the bride and groom!” The guests echo and you remain silent beside Hongjoong. The two of you rush out of the room, hands still linked as you head for the nearest exit, the one that leads to the beautiful garden on the hotel’s property.

Hongjoong runs his free hand through his hair, the one with the silver band. 

“This isn’t how I wanted to do this. This wasn’t how I imagined it would go,” he says more so to himself than to you. His gaze meets yours, he takes both your hands in his, squeezing them.

“I never wanted it to be like this, baby. I, hell,” He groans. “I wanted to propose to you, make it romantic. I wanted everything to be perfect for you, for us. Just us. Shit, I skipped through so many steps.”

“You want to marry me?” You ask him, cupping his face.

“I mean we already are apparently,” Hongjoong uses a finger to turn the band on his finger, glaring daggers at it. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

“Babe, focus,” Your voice is firm, taking no nonsense from him. 

“Of course I do, I love you. That’s why I wanted perfection. I wanted to give you an engagement ring after I proposed, one made just for you. I wanted a long engagement so we could plan the wedding of your dreams, no Darth Vader anywhere in sight.” Hongjoong sighs. 

“Let’s do it, then!” You smile and Hongjoong furrows his brows.

“We’re already married,” He says, puzzled.

“For now, we can get it annulled or divorced or something,” You ramble. “This shouldn’t be end all be all. We can do it our way, on our timing.”

“What about our parents? Everyone’s waiting for us and we ran out,” Hongjoong bites his bottom lip.

“Screw it all! We can do it all over again, at our pace. How we want not because we got sloshed in Vegas on Seonghwa’s bachelor party.”

Hongjoong finally smiles, finally feels hopeful. “What about these?”

You look at the silver bands on your wedding fingers. You take yours off and head to the fountain in the middle of the garden with Hongjoong in tow. You face the fountain, hold the ring to your heart, make a wish, and toss the ring into the fountain.

“You’re insane!” Hongjoong laughs but he does the same thing. 

“So what now?” 

“Now we go eat cake and tell everyone thanks, but no thanks,” You grin as the two of you run back toward the hotel entrance, your white linen dress blowing in the wind as your laughter and his fills the halls.

~

“We’ve decided not to stay married,” You say as you rip the plastic bedazzled cake topper off the cake and toss it aside. You dip your finger in the frosting. “Ooh, Yummy!” 

Hongjoong wraps his lips around your finger when you offer him some frosting.

“What? What do you mean?” Seonghwa asks, confused just like everyone else. “I gave a speech and everything.”

Hongjoong laughs, “Sorry but you’ll have to save it for our real wedding. We want to do things on our own time not because we got blackout drunk.”

“Hongjoong!” His mother gasps.

“I know, sorry mom. We want a do over, a HUGE one. I want to propose, plan the wedding of our dreams, but when it feels right for us.”

Yeosang sighs as he gets on the phone, trying to find the Darth Vader that married you last night. 

Wooyoung and Mingi head to the bar, and the rest of the guests enjoy lunch and cake. Halfyway through lunch, Yeosang comes running over to the happily married couple.

“You two aren’t legally married,” He announces with a bright grin.

“What? What are you talking about? Wooyoung and Mingi showed us the certificate. They said the person was gonna file it,” You look over at Mingi and Wooyoung, both doing shots together, laughing.

“Exactly,” Yeosang states as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “They’re not supposed to have it. It was supposed to be filed. Those two wrestled Darth Vader for it so they could frame it.”

“Those idiots!” Hongjoong laughs, happily.

“What?” Wooyoung asks, knowing immediately Hongjoong was talking to them. You wave them over, they bring their cocktails. You hug them both, kissing their cheeks.

“Ew! What?!” Mingi groans as you’re overly affectionate with them.

“In front of her husband too—the audacity,” Wooyoung shakes his head as he finds a way to chug his drink while you hold him tight.

“Do you need a divorce lawyer? Jongho had one in bed last night.” Yunho smirks.

“Dude!” Jongho shouts, and Yunho cackles.

“Weren’t you there too, Yunho? I could have sworn…” Mingi smirks, and both men blush.

“We’re not married!”

“We’re not married! Holy shit!” You cheer, grabbing the front of Hongjoong’s shirt and kissing him once you release your baffled (drunk) friends.

“Huh? What’s going on?” Wooyoung asks, his drink now gone. 

San joins the happy couple after chatting up Hongjoong’s mom, though Hongjoong’s dad put a quick stop to that.

“You two took the certificate,” Yeosang says, and Mingi nods. He opens a gift bag, takes out the framed certificate.

“We were gonna give it back,” Mingi states.

Hongjoong laughs, his forehead pressed to your shoulder. “We’re doing this right next time. Got it, Mrs. Kim?”

You lace your fingers with his, “Got it, Mr. Kim.”