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Rating:General Audiences Warning:Fluffy fluff, sentimental Minghao, I think that's all the warnings...

Category:F/M

Fandom:Seventeen ( SVT) ( boyband)

Relationships: !idol Mingyu x ! Non-idol f reader (husband and wife) !Non-idol f reader x Xu Minghao (besties)

Summary: Hao is trusting you return Mingyu when the confetti falls each time..

The wedding hall was buzzing with laughter, music, and the sound of clinking glasses. I couldn’t stop smiling as I looked at my husband—my husband, Mingyu—who was grinning ear to ear, caught in an animated conversation with Seungcheol. His happiness radiated like the warm glow of the chandeliers above us, and my heart felt full.

The day had been perfect. The vows, the first dance, the speeches—it all felt like a dream. But now, as the evening wound down, I was reminded of how much love surrounded not just us as a couple, but Mingyu himself.

“Y/N,” a familiar voice called softly. I turned to see Minghao standing a few feet away, his hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored suit, his usual calm demeanor tinted with a warm smile.

“Hi, Hao,” I greeted, stepping closer. There was something in his eyes, a mix of nostalgia and fondness that made me curious.

“Can I borrow you for a moment?” he asked.

“Of course.” I followed him to a quieter corner of the reception hall, away from the chatter and music.

When we stopped, he turned to me, his smile fading slightly into something more serious. “I wanted to talk to you about Mingyu.”

I tilted my head. “Is everything okay?”

He nodded quickly. “Yes, everything is more than okay. I just…” He paused, his gaze flickering toward Mingyu across the room. “I’ve never told you this, but a few years ago, I had a dream that Mingyu…” He swallowed hard, his voice thickening. “That Mingyu passed away. It was so vivid, so real, that I woke up crying.”

My heart clenched at the thought, and I instinctively reached out to squeeze Hao’s arm. “Hao…”

“I told him about it during an event,” he continued, his voice steady but soft. “And he hugged me and said, ‘But I’m right here.’ From that day on, every time confetti fell during a performance, he’d run to me to show he was still by my side.” Hao’s smile returned, smaller but full of meaning. “It became our little ritual, and it always reassured me.”

I felt a lump in my throat, the weight of Hao’s words settling heavily in my chest. Mingyu’s kindness, his unwavering presence, his ability to comfort the people he loved—it all made me fall for him even more.

Hao took a deep breath, his expression shifting into something lighter. “But now, he has you. You’re his to run to now. Just promise me one thing.”

“Anything,” I said without hesitation.

“Make sure he comes back when the confetti falls.”

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them away, smiling as I nodded. “I promise.”

Hao’s smile grew, and he pulled me into a brief, warm hug. “Thank you, Y/N. He deserves someone like you.”

As we walked back to the main hall, the night felt even more magical, the love shared between everyone in the room more tangible than ever.

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The reception was nearing its end, and as Mingyu and I prepared to leave for our honeymoon, the staff brought out the final surprise: confetti cannons. The announcement was met with cheers and applause, and soon, colorful bits of paper filled the air, swirling around us like a rainbow-colored snowfall.

Mingyu turned to me, his smile dazzling as he reached for my hand. “Ready to go, Mrs. Kim?”

I laughed, my heart swelling at the sound of my new name. “Almost.”

He looked at me curiously as I pulled him closer, placing a soft kiss on his cheek before whispering, “Go to Hao.”

Mingyu blinked in surprise, glancing over his shoulder to see Hao standing nearby, already watching us with an amused smile. “But—”

“No buts,” I interrupted, giving him a gentle nudge. “He’s been your person for so long, Mingyu. Go remind him that you’re still here. I’ll wait.”

For a moment, Mingyu just stared at me, his eyes shining with so much love it made my knees weak. Then, with a soft laugh, he leaned in to kiss my forehead. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

“I try,” I teased, shooing him away.

I watched as Mingyu made his way to Hao, who was already chuckling by the time Mingyu reached him. They exchanged a few words I couldn’t hear over the music, but the way Hao pulled Mingyu into a tight hug spoke volumes. It was a moment of friendship, of history, of love between two people who had seen each other through so much.

When Mingyu returned, he scooped me up into his arms without warning, making me laugh as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Okay, Mrs. Kim, now I’m ready to go.”

“Good,” I said, resting my head against his shoulder as he carried me toward the exit. “But don’t forget your promise to Hao.”

“Never,” he said softly, his lips brushing against my temple. “Because I’ll always come back to you too.”

And as we stepped out into the night, ready to begin the next chapter of our lives together, I felt like the luckiest person in the world—surrounded by love, grounded in friendship, and forever reassured by the presence of the man I adored.

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