#deathcabforplots

these dummies really came to my mind when i reblogged that ask meme so i’m glad you sent in because i’d be too shy to ask... also i didn’t read it was supposed to be only five headcanons so i did ten but ANYWAY this is yurose ultimate dumb wedding scenario, let’s get it!

i don’t think they’d wait too long to get married - not that they want desperately to get shiny rings and kiss it forever, but i swear i can PICTURE the two of them doing it out of impulse. they spoke about it a little while ago and, since then, primrose daydreams about calling him hubby, because hey, yukwon nam is husband material to his core;

the idea of really getting married as they joke around way too much about way too important things would be brought up in between kisses and tipsy yet meaningful and deep convos. it would be typical yurose material: they’d be lying on his bed, rosie all curled up as he caressed her scalp. she suggested and he asked when in a blink, and the idea was born. it didn’t even have a date or place settled up, but they were going to get married;

primrose is a lot, and yukwon knows it better than anyone else. she’d want something one day and the complete opposite just two hours ahead, so wedding plans would be something out of this world. after a month or so filled up with dumb discussions every night, an excuse for them to drink more wine together and end up making out instead of getting the job done, they’d have finally some little things figured out. time wouldn’t matter as they really felt like they have all the time in the world just for them to love each other;

and of course they’d subscribe to all wedding magazines out there and flick them all through together late at night when together in bed. this is so soft please stop me i’m crying;

the marriage itself would come up to something small, yet meaningful to them. to be completely honest, there’s nothing in the world that really matters to her apart from him, so it would be tough to figure out what to do once she already had yukwon, everything she wanted. besides, they don’t have the money to throw themselves a big wedding straight out of a movie - and they wouldn’t like it to do so even if they had the cash, so it would be small, something to them, family and closest friends;

as they both share the same big city dream since day one, it’s pretty obvious that they were not only to get married somewhere far away from that butthole of a city where they met, but also to start a new life, together, far. that being said, there was no way that they were going to marry anywhere else but in england, and rosie made sure to choose bath as where they’d hold a small yet beautiful gathering, family and friends there for the weekend. of course, they’d save up for months just to fly his family there, to the city she chose just because, her own words, matched their aesthetic;

the ceremony itself would be simple, probably in a garden or somewhere open. she’d go for a light dress and he’d look the cutest wearing an wool summer vest, light in fabric and also color to match the clear sky the late morning mood they’d set up;

as soon as the wedding itself was over, they’d have all the guests over a cozy event space to have a party, with a whole lot of wine and their favorite things in the world, that including french cuisine from the bottom to the top. of course kwonie would’ve wanted to get the catering done all by himself, but rosie talked him out of it a few months back with a lot of kissing and silly promises for their days off for honeymoon. still, sitting the closest to him, the just-married now mrs nam wouldn’t help herself but laugh a little at how her just-married mr nam wouldn’t stop making remarks about the food and how he’d done it differently;

the party would last the whole day and even go few hours into the night, sky still light as it was summertime. when finally alone but still there, before what they called their wedding, primrose would laugh while hugging him, still stumbled upon their doing. soft kisses and more vows of love, that time only to his ears, so, so deep in love;

FINALLY for their honeymoon, they’d deadass rent a villa in cornwall. willing to enjoy the away time together, every single day was going to be beach day for the whole week there. and of course, as both of them were saving up just for that, it would be pretty loaded. champagne every night and many bottles of their best wine, yukwon already tipsy words while asking for room service. primrose would for sure get a sunburn and end up like a toasted shrimp, while kwonie would go back to london with white marks from his shirt, a joke his wife would roll out in between laughter every time she saw him shirtless for some weeks.