#fmdwgm3

Filming for the third episode of We Got Married has begun! The third episode will finally focus on the weddings between all couples.

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Additional Admin Note: I apologize for the slight delay in getting this out. Also, please take note of the new, altered pairing of Element’s Jaehyuk and Gal.actic’s Silver.

In which Jerome tries to sweep @jiafmd off her feet like the good husband he is but ends up sweeping himself off his own right there with her.

Up till this point the wedding had been eating away at Jerome with every passing second. He fidgeted, nervously playing with his pockets, his jacket, the flower in his pocket - and later on Jiyoungs dress, curling his fingers into the white fabric as he stood next to her. How stunning she looked when she first walked out though; hair in beautiful coils framing her dainty visage, skin resembling the colour of freshly poured chardonnay, which in any other occasion he’d gladly get intoxicated by, and her body like an hour glass with the white fabric draping over it like silk, flowing with every step she took on the warm sand beneath her. Jerome couldn’t even remember how many times he swallowed, once? twice? His eyes widening slightly at the sight before his gaze fell to the ground. He almost looked bashful.

But that was before the present exchanges.

The nerves he felt rush through his body fell at ease when Jiyoung gifted him the ring, letting the lettering that engraved the inside make a grin paint his warm tinted lips. There it was, that reassurance he felt deep inside of him. He didn’t have to feel nervous about this. Jia was friendly and nice. And would flip off Kim Byungchul too if given the chance. She was fun. A friend.

Now he wanted to have fun, too.

Or, be a bit more relaxed at best. 

Lips pressed into a line as he marveled the silver band decorating his ring finger. “Ah, after a beautiful gift like this, I want to preface mine with a little story. For intimacy sake.” 

“I once promised my grandfather that I’d sing a specific song on my wedding day.” The male started with that sentence his story, giving away all the information needed. He could’ve stopped there. Not speak of details and to just cut to the chase. But as he stood there speaking into his lavalier mic, he felt the need to elaborate. Tell a story. Share this. “It was in the heart of autumn and the rain was pouring heavily outside. I just came out of school and what I usually did was head to my grandfathers house to wait before my dad picked me up. This time my dad didn’t pick me up, allowing me to sleep over. Which by the way was and is the most amazing thing seeing as my grandfather is the best cook. Which in part makes me the second best cook. I learned his craft after all. Ah.” He turned to Jia for a moment, eyes glinting with something - was it pride? “You are very lucky I’m your husband, Jiyoung, I’ll make you dinner.” His tone was teasing, the words being accompanied with a raise of his eyebrow and a light curl of the corner of his lips. But it only took a moment more for him to fall back into his story, eyes on the people again, camera zooming in on his face. “But that’s beside the point. Imagine this. Yours truly, smaller, skinnier, baby faced but still deadly handsome though, curled up in a blanket, singing along to the French classics everyone adored.” That smile on his lips. Maybe it was time to fall back into nervousness again. Maybe it was time to put on his act again. Was this a good idea? This story? He spoke again. “That was that evening. Me singing. Ah, Juliette Gréco, Yves Montand, Edith Piaf, they all stopped by. And my grandfather came to sit next to me when this one particular song came on, prompting him to say.” The songwriter glanced towards the floor, almost boyish in his demeanor. What was happening? “This was my wedding song. The song I swayed your grandmother to all those years ago.” Reminiscing of the past. That what was happening, the memory settling nicely in the front of his mind. “He placed his hand on my shoulder then and with this hopefulness in his eyes he asked me; Jerome? Will you play it too? I said yes, telling him I’d even sing it.” As the sentence left his lips, he realized what he was doing. How he was doing it. Alarms went off, but just a moment, knowing his pushed back hair wouldn’t be able to hide the look in his eyes. With his adams apple bopping up lightly, he snapped out of it. 

Let’s have fun. He thought. 

He ran a hand through his dark locks. “And this is a wedding.” He stated the obvious, glancing around. There was a bit of wonder about if people were are already making scenario’s of what will happen next. Is he singing the song?  His hand dug into his pocket as he continued. “I have a beautiful wife. I see my friends sitting here. This seems to be the perfect opportunity. But-.” Halting the sentence for suspense, he was like that. Especially now. He needed to have fun. “I won’t be performing that song today.” Jerome bathed in the aws that irrupted from their combined friends and co-workers, making him laugh a bit. “I know. I know. Such a nice story and no payout? I’m sorry, but I like to keep it reserved for the real thing. Meaning most likely the secret of my wedding song will follow me to my grave.” He was grinning to show that he liked the idea. That he didn’t want to settle down. That he was Yuddy. But then his eyes froze on Julien. Beaming. Listening. Eyes settled on him. He blinked. Where was his breath? It was caught in his throat. Swallow it down. Don’t day anything stupid. He swallowed but his mouth slipped out words quicker than his mind could register. 

“Or.. who knows.”

It could’ve been worse, the words he used, but the way his eyes lingered before forcefully tearing his gaze away spoke volumes, volumes he wanted to lower exponentially. He had hoped it didn’t look like something to raise questions about. And he was lucky because would you watch this episode back, he just looked caught off guard. Just distracted. For himself however, his mind started to race to find a sentence that made the words harmless again. Harmless and far from Jerome. “I have a hunch though. Who could tie me down? Jiyoung might be the only one and she’s just gets a taste.” There was flirtatiousness lacing his words, purely to disguise that uneasy feeling that crept up on him so quickly, and he winked at his virtual wife - just to add. Fun. 

Returning to the subject at hand felt natural now, the soft summer breeze helping him come to his senses. This was about Jia. He needs to have fun. “About the song though, I promise you that it’s just as good. Favourite of my grandfather. Favourite of mine, you can’t go wrong. What I do need to do is make a request. Two.” He held up his ring and middle finger “My beautiful wife, can I please have you sitting your attractive ass- ah, attractive self on the this seat for a moment.” He said as he pointed to the chair specially placed there for her. Vulgar. At least he corrected himself in a way that almost made it sound like he planned to say it, just in jest. Just in a tease. Nothing to raise eyebrows over. “and you all.” He looked over the people as Jia sat down. “I want you all to repeat the words ‘c’est si bon’ after every line I sing. That’s c’est.” “si.” “bon. Can you do that?” They could, though struggling at first. But as he listened to the people repeat the words back to him, a smile crept on his lips. “Perfect. You can almost say-” He turned around then, the smile he wore now almost smug.

“It’s so good.”

With a finger snap the music started. And with the company of the blow instruments on the track, Jerome’s taupe suit jacket slid from his broad shoulders only to be thrown onto the similar coloured sand, forgotten. This was all part of the act, how his body swayed on the melody, fingers crawling up his dress shirt with such a sensuous tinge to it, seemingly stuck in his own world before the song build up to the strongest note and the male effortlessly rips two to three buttons worth of dress shirt open, a sultry “C’est si bon.” leaving his lips.

The singer was known to be a little bit extra from time to time, especially when his native language came to play. Today was no exception. He needed to show his best side, particularly in this situation. First he made his way over to his bride, her amused face a familiar response to the younger. As he sung his fingers brushed over her cheek, his face leaning in near her ear until the word “chansons” left his lips and he pulled away, lips being made wet by his tongue as they curled into a delighted grin. He continued his parade like this, fingers sliding over shoulders, playfully leaning in to one of the girls sitting whilst singing “Des petits riens-du-tout.” as his hand slid down her cheek.

Tap. Tap. Tap. The pads of his fingertips tickled its way down the line of seated people all turning their heads as he walked by, head swaying to the music. It wasn’t like he was walking with a purpose. Nothing what he was doing was pre planned. He went on feel - and when his fingers reached the shoulder of his closest friend, his feelings told him to be just a bit more extra. So his fingers crawled down the others chest, enveloping the male in a warm back hug. Weirdly enough, there was nothing suggestive at the touch, he just locked arms around his the other. “Les passant-” Maybe there was something different. Not suggestive but different. The language his actions spoke alien to most everyone who was watching him now, except for one. He tilted his head, eyes closed and his senses a bit hypersensitive. “dans la rue-” He could feel the tip of his nose brush against the dark locks of the other which made him lean back slightly. Too close. “nous envient.” His lips were near his ear now after the words were sung. Not close, but close enough to softly blow air into it, warm breath caressing the skin. For the camera it looked innocent; a friend teasing another friend. But for Jerome it was a little bit more than that. Maybe this was a statement, silently telling him that whatever he was doing to him, he can do right back. The difference in the situations sparked an unfair disadvantage for Jerome. He had to take action, Julien had just looked. Standing back up, he let his fingers follow the natural creases of his dress shirt upwards, not lingering now. And as another c’est si bon left his lips, his fingers slid counter clockwise along his neck, starting from his adams apple to finish at the nape - gentle and affectionate - before he moved on again, the digits leaving the heated skin reluctantly.

That might’ve been a bit much but it felt nice. It got his heart beating. And when he looked back he saw those pretty ears burn a rosy red, making a smile appear on his lips, beautifully captured by the camera filming him. He got what he wanted. It almost made him miss a note, though. Almost. But he recollected himself by tearing the gaze away from Julien, unwanted but needed. At least to finish finish the song. And to keep his heart in check. 

After his little escapades he finally returned to the woman of the hour, giving her all the attention when the instrumental part of the song started playing. How he took her hand, guiding her off the chair and into his arms. His one hand on the small of her back and his other holding onto her hand, not intertwining their fingers. Normally he would dip lower with his hand, dare to dip lower. But this was Jiyoung. And they were on tv. And- he glanced to the crowd, finding another reason there. 

They slowly spun around like this, swaying along the melody as their feet kicked away the sand under them. How romantic this looked. He could hear his manager cheering, his ceo nodding, his fans fawning over this side of him. He just heard his thoughts telling him to do something. anything. With that he noticed the music changing, the sharp notes going up and down in tone, indicating it was almost time to sing again. Jerome decides to spin her around, one eighty degrees, his hand letting go of hers to place both of his on her hips. high on her hips. more her waist. And he starts singing again, head pressed against hers. “C’est inouï, ce qu’elle a pour séduire.” séduire was dragged out, r rolling from the back of his throat. But as the next sentence left his lips, he let the hands on her hips be replaced by his arms around her waist, gripping tightly. And when the words passed his lips found her cheek, pressing a playful but friendly kiss there.

He didn’t wait for a respond, the song continuing just like him. He swayed her body a bit more to show this was just all fun, nothing more. A laugh in his voice as he sang. 

Jerome spun her around a second time when the end of the song was nearing, his mind telling him to one more extra thing to end this all. And whilst the line ‘C’est parce que c’est si bon.” was leaving his lips, he leaned in, noses almost touching, eyebrows shooting up teasingly with a grin that deserved to be slapped off his face. But that only lasted a second or two because his head fell on her shoulder and they spun around again, repeating the last few words as the song came to a close.

It took him a few seconds to let go off her, prefacing it with a warm hug before his pleased expression appeared back into view, bowing with a chuckle when he heard the claps and all ‘round laughs in response to this little show. “Merci beaucoup. I’m here all day.” 

It isn’t everyday you get to serenade like this. But it was everyday you wonder about the things you did and if they were smart to do or not. 

Had he done something stupid on this day? Maybe. Hm, he’d have to watch the episode to find out.

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@fmdeunae

“i don’t know how i’m supposed to beat that,” ash said, referencing eunae’s performance of mr. chu. “I’m not a man with an arsenal of aria dances to offer you, but i hope you’ll accept me nonetheless.” he pulled a twice-folded sheet of paper out of the pocket of his dress pants and unfolded it to read off of. “they say the secret to a happy marriage is finding someone who reminds you every day why you married them. eunae-yah,” the informality felt strange, but he’d get used to it, “every time i see you, i feel nothing but pure happiness i get to be your husband. you’re everything i imagined my future wife to be when i was a child. smart, pretty, talented.” what had he imagined his future spouse to be when he was younger? had he actually cared that much? “you’re all of those things and more and being married to you is a task i know will be an absolute joy to take on.” ash didn’t know how the viewers wouldn’t catch on to how much he was overacting, but then again, they weren’t watching we got married for reality.

for @fmdsian and @fmdxyoonah‘s wedding.

“not going to lie, i really thought you were going to be papa bear.” james sighed, though it wasn’t anything serious really. he was almost never serious and his toast was no exception. “i mean, you’ll always be papa bear no matter how much you hate it when i call you that. but anyway, you’re now getting married and it’s a day i’ve been waiting for honestly. virtually or not, it’s about damn time. i won’t say much for the sake of not exposing you too much, but i think yonce is an angel to be getting married to you.”

he grinned, then looking at his friend’s bride. “you have some hard days ahead but i’m sure you’ll be able to handle it perfectly. being in the same company, i know you’re damn strong and sian hyung will be a challenge but you got this. plus, he seems to really like you and when he likes someone, he gets really...” whipped, he wanted to say. but he decided against it. “devoted. he’d do anything to make his girl happy.”

wedding surprise for @fmdeunae 

song link .

when ash had received his mission to prepare a surprise for eunae for their wedding, it’d been easy to narrow down his options to a song or dance. dancing had been counted out when he’d realized it could devolve into all eyes on him as he made a fool of himself trying to sell the idea of love between him and eunae.

one of his managers had heavily suggested he sing a knight song to her. he would know all the words and it might boost whatever song he chose up the charts for the night the episode aired. ash had turned down that idea immediately. his appearance on the show was supposed to be one big walking advertisement for knight already. he’d spent the better part of the days leading up to their wedding going through his music, trying to find a song that was romantic enough to satisfy their company without being too uncomfortable to sing to eunae.

“I honestly can’t believe that someone stuck out this long, even to be fake married to you, for that you have my immediate respect,” Chai said motioning his glass in her direction. “You know, most toasts in the grooms honor are usually comical, and light hearted, and I could make it that way, I honestly could... I could tell you about the time when I was a trainee that Mark tried to teach me a spin move just for the fun of it, and ended up breaking a practice room mirror. Or the time he threw a fork at me and for some reason, in a stoke of lucky landed it straight into the socket of our dorm that he was visiting, and short circuited the electrical fuse. Or the time where he was hanging out with us and it started to storm really bad and he spent the entire night, shaking trying to convince us he wasn’t scared.” Chai sent a deviant smirk in his hyung’s direction, fluttering his lashes before continuing. 

“But I’m not going to tell you about those. I’m going to tell you about how Mark is the only reason I stayed at Dimensions, he brought me cookies and meat while I was training, struggling to keep my weight down with out passing out in the middle of practice. He sat up with  me at night on the phone through some dark times, and the only reason why I prefer to share these  over the previous ones, because those showed the kind of man my hyung is. He’s there for the people he cares about no matter what instance, what circumstance no matter what time of day or night. And if that’s not the attributes to an amazing husband, I don’t know what is, so Wren sunbae, you’re a lucky woman, but I also pity you because...he’s an idiot. With that being said, a toast to Mark and Wren, may your marriage be, a lot less destructive than my trainee days.”