Till Death Do Us Part (1/?)
Title: Till Death Do Us Part (1/?)
Pairing: Daehyun/Youngjae
Genre: AU, Romance, fluff (for now)
Rating: PG (for now)
Summary: “Do you promise with all your heart and soul to honour this vow, till death do you part?”
Note: Here's to hoping that maybe I can actually accomplish this thing this time.
“Do you, Jung Daehyun,” questioned a thick baritone voice, “take this man, Yoo Youngjae as your husband, to love him and to honour him, to nurture, serve and support him, in times of joy and in times of difficulty? Do you promise to remain by his side regardless of what trouble befalls you, and in the presence of temptation to forsake this love; do you promise to remain steadfast and true?” All 20 -or more- pairs of eyes were on them; more specifically on him, as if counting down the moments until he moves his lips to form the two very words they’re all waiting for. He could barely breathe, though he’s pretty sure the beating of his heart was still at triple its regular speed, and the tips of his ears were a beet red.
Look at him. He’s Perfect. You love him. He’s the one. This is supposed to be easy.
“Do you promise with all your heart and soul to honour this vow, till death do you part?”
His eyes were glistening, his bottom lip was tucked between his teeth and the edge of his jaw was trembling; his palms were clammy and might’ve already collapsed from his overwhelming flood of emotions if not for the reassuring squeezes that the other, tinier hand gave him. He nodded, plump lip sliding out effortlessly. The breath he took was shaky on inhale, but the two words he spoke were firm and decisive. He had never been more sure of anything in his 24 years of life.
“I do.”
“And do you, Yoo Youngjae, tak-“
“Yes, oh god yes, of course I do.” Everybody chuckled around them, hushed coos and whispers of the younger’s endearing antics travelling the room, though the young couple heard none of it. The ever-bright smile was present on the same adorable cheeks he first fell in love with all those years ago. He returned it, their expressions both a mix of awe, adoration, pride, love, and hope; and everything in between that couldn’t quite be distinguished through two sets of blurry eyes.
Their makeshift pastor - a high school friend by the name of Bang Yongguk - rolled his eyes fondly at the scene in front of him. He stood stock-still and there’s a tiny, knowing quirk of his lips with a hint of amusement, but the look in even his eyes could be called nothing short of admirable.
“Bless you, my idiots.”
-
Jung Daehyun could only thank his lucky stars - or whatever the heck is up there - that he hasn’t yet died of all this pre-wedding stress. He had thought (and oh, what a silly thought), that leaving the planning and preparation of the couple’s big day to his four best friends would be a breeze. He had, after all, left them with the freedom of choice regarding theme, colours, food - yes, even food, and anything else they felt would be necessary additions. I trust your judgement, surprise me, he had said, in hopes of being able to let go a little for more time away with his darling fiancé, Youngjae.
They’d bring over their suggestions for him to approve, he’d sign a couple documents, make the required payments and everything should be fine, right? Supposedly. But of course, Jung Daehyun never had such smooth-sailing luck. Ever.
“Daehyunnie, are you sure grey is what you want? That’s so…” Himchan wrinkled his nose, mouth opening a couple times accompanied with various gestures in an attempt to express his distaste. “So…dulling. Pink is definitely the colour for you.”
The man in question shook his head, looking up from his book from where he was perched on the couch, offering a small smile. “No, Himchan-hyung, white and silver are fine, I appreciate it though. I think Jae wants to keep things simple, after all.”
“No, but you see-“
“Really, hyung. I’m positive.” Daehyun chuckled, finally resuming his reading after the elder retreats with a pout, grumbling under his breath about people these days have no taste at all and why won’t anybody appreciate my contributions, but complied and scrapped all plans but the original.
He barely gets through another paragraph before yet another presence came running with a chirpy enthusiastic voice. “Hyung, hyung, where do you want the photographer to be after the reception? There’s the beach, which would be another half hour drive, or the park, but that’s about a 20 minute walk across the bridge, or how about the gazebo outside the church, the-“
“Yah, I told you I trust you, Junhong-ah. Go with whatever you think is best, yeah? If you’re happy, I’m happy.” His younger friend blinked, but slowly started to grin at his hyung’s encouraging nod. “Okay, hyung! I won’t let you down!”
“Thank you, Jello-yah.”
Someone else came running. “D-“
“I don’t care if Himchan wants pink ribbons at his own wedding, Jongup. Tell him I’m fine as it is.”
“Oh. Okay.”
He sighed, finally dropping his gaze again, but gives up on reading after another minute, sliding down to lie fully on his back before slinging an arm over his eyes. It’s been a long day as it is, and he still had an appointment with Jae later on to get the both of them fitted for custom-made tuxedos.
Quiet footsteps sounded nearby, and he held up a hand without even having to open his eyes to know who it was. “No, Channie hyung, the invitation cards will not be pink either.”
A gasp. “But how did you-“
“I just did.”
And so, 2 hours of tuxedo fittings, a bunch of mailing stamps, and about 300 000 won (over budget) later, everything was finally in place and perfect. Almost.
-
If Daehyun thought the days preceding this were bad, any of them would have flown out the window as he stood at the altar now, heart sitting in the pit of his stomach. Was he excited? He didn’t know what that meant anymore. Nervous? Hell, that would be an understatement. Nonetheless, he did his best to hide his trembling hands in the pockets of his clean-pressed charcoal trousers, occasionally glancing up at the tiny clock hanging above the chapel, clearing his throat, licking over his dry lips - whatever would keep him from nearly passing out in a flurry of emotions.
His best man stood to his left, bouncing agitatedly on his heels as he, too, pulled his hands out from his pockets every thirty seconds to peek at his watch. Daehyun narrowed his eyes, nudging the other in the ribs as if demanding him to stop making him more jumpy than he already is.
“Himchan,” he hissed, eyes widening in slight surprise when the other turned to him, face shiny with a thin gleam of sweat. “Where’s Yongguk? He was supposed to be here 20 minutes ago.”
“I-I don’t know, traffic? He’ll be here soon, heh. Y-you know he’s never late unless it’s important.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?!” Daehyun nearly shrieked, but remembers his surroundings in time and flailed his hands in exasperation. “He’s your boyfriend, how do you not know where he is?! Himchan, I’m serious! Jae will be in here any minute now, and you don’t know where the most important person of the ceremony is?”
“We had a fight yesterday, okay? That stupid jerk wouldn’t let me-“
As if on cue, the said man burst through the front doors, slim figure clad in a classic black suit that was currently bowing repeatedly, a wide and apologetic grin in place. “Sorry, traffic,” he panted, as he scrambled to set up and get settled, so much in a frazzled state that Daehyun didn’t have the heart to call him out on his tardiness.
Before long, all the men had assumed their prearranged positions, and everything was finally finished, adjusted and ready for takeoff. Ready or not… here it goes.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when the speakers nearby flared to life with the beats of the oh-so-familiar wedding march, and the butterflies in his stomach multiplied about a hundred times in size (no more cute little insects, they were monsters), as the heavy oak doors pulled open, signalling the arrival of his beloved.
And if Daehyun was complaining before, he certainly wasn’t now. All words caught in his chest and his breath in his throat as his heart stopped beating all together, eyes unblinking the moment Youngjae stepped onto the red carpet. If this is what he got to see every time, Daehyun realized he’d be willing to repeat the entire process over again, one thousand, one million times more.
Yoo Youngjae, his best friend, his lover, his boyfriend and fiancé of three years, and now his soon-to-be husband, was absolutely, breathtakingly gorgeous. Dressed in his white tux, smooth material hugging every curve of his body, was perfection in his eyes. Despite knowing that they had agreed on the colours long before the wedding, this was way beyond what anything Daehyun could have imagined. Having really seen it for the first time, he nearly had to stop himself from gawking; even though it was nothing too fancy -- white jacket, white dress shirt, and plain black trousers, the way Youngjae held himself brought the entire outfit life. The younger preferred a traditional necktie, one that hung securely around the pale flesh of his neck and his usually limp black hair slicked back; nonetheless he looked no less than divine. For himself, he chose to go with a classier, sharper look that would contrast his dark complexion; and a simple black embroidering along the pockets and lapels did just that. Complete with a silken black bowtie, the two made a seamless match; like two lovebirds that were destined to be together. Every step his groom took only reminded Daehyun that he was another second closer to making this flawless being his, forever; to spending a lifetime with the only one he’d ever loved.
Their small party of guests looked on with awe, watching as the slowly smiling boy was ushered lovingly down the aisle, both his parents in tow (his mom had demanded that she be a part of it too, she was just as important as his father, after all.). The teary expressions worn by both aging yet elegant faces mirrored Daehyun’s current one, the latter having bowed respectively to them the moment they arrived in front of the altar, silently thanking them for the blessing that was Youngjae.
“He’s all yours,” Mr. Yoo murmured, gaze still focused longingly at his son before he shared another contented sigh with his wife, the both of them releasing him slowly, nudging him on towards the future he’d chosen. Daehyun could only stare, eyes squinting in mirth though his lips were too jittery to smile.
“Hi,” he whispered, surprised he managed to find his voice, despite being completely entranced by the sight before him. The other merely laughs, quiet and airy, just the way he’d always liked it.
“Hey,” was his response, at a loss for words as well because the both of them were too occupied with blushing, stealing glances at each other, and then grinning again. They turned in time to see both sets of parents sitting comfortably in the first row, just pulling out of conversation before leaning back expectantly in their seats at the sound of Yongguk’s first words.
-
As soon as the ring bearer, Junhong, arrived with the two gleaming silver rings snuggled in a bed of velvet, Daehyun’s breath hitched. This was really it. He was barely a minute away from being officially married to his beautiful fiancé. Yongguk flipped another page, and allowed a patient silence to fall over the room before he led them in a line-for-line ring exchange. Youngjae went first, and Daehyun accepted readily, ring finger newly adorned with their promise of eternity.
When it came his turn, though, he looked his lover in the eye, voice barely audible within the clicking of the guests’ cameras. One hand holding Jae’s, the other holding the ring, he repeated, voice laced with passion and sincerity; “With this ring, I pledge my love and faithfulness to you, today, tomorrow and always. As this ring has no end, neither shall my love for you.”
“Yoo Youngjae, I love you. Now… and forever.”
And then, of course, he sealed it with a kiss.
--
A/N: IT’S A MIRACLE I ACTUALLY WROTE AN ENTIRE CHAPTER
LOL no guarantees for the following but I’ll try to update every week ok ;u;
What if this sucks and no one cares tho ;_____; /throws you my love? I’ll make a poster if I feel like it, tomorrow. ^^
Pairing: Daehyun/Youngjae
Genre: AU, Romance, fluff (for now)
Rating: PG (for now)
Summary: “Do you promise with all your heart and soul to honour this vow, till death do you part?”
Note: Here's to hoping that maybe I can actually accomplish this thing this time.
“Do you, Jung Daehyun,” questioned a thick baritone voice, “take this man, Yoo Youngjae as your husband, to love him and to honour him, to nurture, serve and support him, in times of joy and in times of difficulty? Do you promise to remain by his side regardless of what trouble befalls you, and in the presence of temptation to forsake this love; do you promise to remain steadfast and true?” All 20 -or more- pairs of eyes were on them; more specifically on him, as if counting down the moments until he moves his lips to form the two very words they’re all waiting for. He could barely breathe, though he’s pretty sure the beating of his heart was still at triple its regular speed, and the tips of his ears were a beet red.
Look at him. He’s Perfect. You love him. He’s the one. This is supposed to be easy.
“Do you promise with all your heart and soul to honour this vow, till death do you part?”
His eyes were glistening, his bottom lip was tucked between his teeth and the edge of his jaw was trembling; his palms were clammy and might’ve already collapsed from his overwhelming flood of emotions if not for the reassuring squeezes that the other, tinier hand gave him. He nodded, plump lip sliding out effortlessly. The breath he took was shaky on inhale, but the two words he spoke were firm and decisive. He had never been more sure of anything in his 24 years of life.
“I do.”
“And do you, Yoo Youngjae, tak-“
“Yes, oh god yes, of course I do.” Everybody chuckled around them, hushed coos and whispers of the younger’s endearing antics travelling the room, though the young couple heard none of it. The ever-bright smile was present on the same adorable cheeks he first fell in love with all those years ago. He returned it, their expressions both a mix of awe, adoration, pride, love, and hope; and everything in between that couldn’t quite be distinguished through two sets of blurry eyes.
Their makeshift pastor - a high school friend by the name of Bang Yongguk - rolled his eyes fondly at the scene in front of him. He stood stock-still and there’s a tiny, knowing quirk of his lips with a hint of amusement, but the look in even his eyes could be called nothing short of admirable.
“Bless you, my idiots.”
-
Jung Daehyun could only thank his lucky stars - or whatever the heck is up there - that he hasn’t yet died of all this pre-wedding stress. He had thought (and oh, what a silly thought), that leaving the planning and preparation of the couple’s big day to his four best friends would be a breeze. He had, after all, left them with the freedom of choice regarding theme, colours, food - yes, even food, and anything else they felt would be necessary additions. I trust your judgement, surprise me, he had said, in hopes of being able to let go a little for more time away with his darling fiancé, Youngjae.
They’d bring over their suggestions for him to approve, he’d sign a couple documents, make the required payments and everything should be fine, right? Supposedly. But of course, Jung Daehyun never had such smooth-sailing luck. Ever.
“Daehyunnie, are you sure grey is what you want? That’s so…” Himchan wrinkled his nose, mouth opening a couple times accompanied with various gestures in an attempt to express his distaste. “So…dulling. Pink is definitely the colour for you.”
The man in question shook his head, looking up from his book from where he was perched on the couch, offering a small smile. “No, Himchan-hyung, white and silver are fine, I appreciate it though. I think Jae wants to keep things simple, after all.”
“No, but you see-“
“Really, hyung. I’m positive.” Daehyun chuckled, finally resuming his reading after the elder retreats with a pout, grumbling under his breath about people these days have no taste at all and why won’t anybody appreciate my contributions, but complied and scrapped all plans but the original.
He barely gets through another paragraph before yet another presence came running with a chirpy enthusiastic voice. “Hyung, hyung, where do you want the photographer to be after the reception? There’s the beach, which would be another half hour drive, or the park, but that’s about a 20 minute walk across the bridge, or how about the gazebo outside the church, the-“
“Yah, I told you I trust you, Junhong-ah. Go with whatever you think is best, yeah? If you’re happy, I’m happy.” His younger friend blinked, but slowly started to grin at his hyung’s encouraging nod. “Okay, hyung! I won’t let you down!”
“Thank you, Jello-yah.”
Someone else came running. “D-“
“I don’t care if Himchan wants pink ribbons at his own wedding, Jongup. Tell him I’m fine as it is.”
“Oh. Okay.”
He sighed, finally dropping his gaze again, but gives up on reading after another minute, sliding down to lie fully on his back before slinging an arm over his eyes. It’s been a long day as it is, and he still had an appointment with Jae later on to get the both of them fitted for custom-made tuxedos.
Quiet footsteps sounded nearby, and he held up a hand without even having to open his eyes to know who it was. “No, Channie hyung, the invitation cards will not be pink either.”
A gasp. “But how did you-“
“I just did.”
And so, 2 hours of tuxedo fittings, a bunch of mailing stamps, and about 300 000 won (over budget) later, everything was finally in place and perfect. Almost.
-
If Daehyun thought the days preceding this were bad, any of them would have flown out the window as he stood at the altar now, heart sitting in the pit of his stomach. Was he excited? He didn’t know what that meant anymore. Nervous? Hell, that would be an understatement. Nonetheless, he did his best to hide his trembling hands in the pockets of his clean-pressed charcoal trousers, occasionally glancing up at the tiny clock hanging above the chapel, clearing his throat, licking over his dry lips - whatever would keep him from nearly passing out in a flurry of emotions.
His best man stood to his left, bouncing agitatedly on his heels as he, too, pulled his hands out from his pockets every thirty seconds to peek at his watch. Daehyun narrowed his eyes, nudging the other in the ribs as if demanding him to stop making him more jumpy than he already is.
“Himchan,” he hissed, eyes widening in slight surprise when the other turned to him, face shiny with a thin gleam of sweat. “Where’s Yongguk? He was supposed to be here 20 minutes ago.”
“I-I don’t know, traffic? He’ll be here soon, heh. Y-you know he’s never late unless it’s important.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?!” Daehyun nearly shrieked, but remembers his surroundings in time and flailed his hands in exasperation. “He’s your boyfriend, how do you not know where he is?! Himchan, I’m serious! Jae will be in here any minute now, and you don’t know where the most important person of the ceremony is?”
“We had a fight yesterday, okay? That stupid jerk wouldn’t let me-“
As if on cue, the said man burst through the front doors, slim figure clad in a classic black suit that was currently bowing repeatedly, a wide and apologetic grin in place. “Sorry, traffic,” he panted, as he scrambled to set up and get settled, so much in a frazzled state that Daehyun didn’t have the heart to call him out on his tardiness.
Before long, all the men had assumed their prearranged positions, and everything was finally finished, adjusted and ready for takeoff. Ready or not… here it goes.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when the speakers nearby flared to life with the beats of the oh-so-familiar wedding march, and the butterflies in his stomach multiplied about a hundred times in size (no more cute little insects, they were monsters), as the heavy oak doors pulled open, signalling the arrival of his beloved.
And if Daehyun was complaining before, he certainly wasn’t now. All words caught in his chest and his breath in his throat as his heart stopped beating all together, eyes unblinking the moment Youngjae stepped onto the red carpet. If this is what he got to see every time, Daehyun realized he’d be willing to repeat the entire process over again, one thousand, one million times more.
Yoo Youngjae, his best friend, his lover, his boyfriend and fiancé of three years, and now his soon-to-be husband, was absolutely, breathtakingly gorgeous. Dressed in his white tux, smooth material hugging every curve of his body, was perfection in his eyes. Despite knowing that they had agreed on the colours long before the wedding, this was way beyond what anything Daehyun could have imagined. Having really seen it for the first time, he nearly had to stop himself from gawking; even though it was nothing too fancy -- white jacket, white dress shirt, and plain black trousers, the way Youngjae held himself brought the entire outfit life. The younger preferred a traditional necktie, one that hung securely around the pale flesh of his neck and his usually limp black hair slicked back; nonetheless he looked no less than divine. For himself, he chose to go with a classier, sharper look that would contrast his dark complexion; and a simple black embroidering along the pockets and lapels did just that. Complete with a silken black bowtie, the two made a seamless match; like two lovebirds that were destined to be together. Every step his groom took only reminded Daehyun that he was another second closer to making this flawless being his, forever; to spending a lifetime with the only one he’d ever loved.
Their small party of guests looked on with awe, watching as the slowly smiling boy was ushered lovingly down the aisle, both his parents in tow (his mom had demanded that she be a part of it too, she was just as important as his father, after all.). The teary expressions worn by both aging yet elegant faces mirrored Daehyun’s current one, the latter having bowed respectively to them the moment they arrived in front of the altar, silently thanking them for the blessing that was Youngjae.
“He’s all yours,” Mr. Yoo murmured, gaze still focused longingly at his son before he shared another contented sigh with his wife, the both of them releasing him slowly, nudging him on towards the future he’d chosen. Daehyun could only stare, eyes squinting in mirth though his lips were too jittery to smile.
“Hi,” he whispered, surprised he managed to find his voice, despite being completely entranced by the sight before him. The other merely laughs, quiet and airy, just the way he’d always liked it.
“Hey,” was his response, at a loss for words as well because the both of them were too occupied with blushing, stealing glances at each other, and then grinning again. They turned in time to see both sets of parents sitting comfortably in the first row, just pulling out of conversation before leaning back expectantly in their seats at the sound of Yongguk’s first words.
-
As soon as the ring bearer, Junhong, arrived with the two gleaming silver rings snuggled in a bed of velvet, Daehyun’s breath hitched. This was really it. He was barely a minute away from being officially married to his beautiful fiancé. Yongguk flipped another page, and allowed a patient silence to fall over the room before he led them in a line-for-line ring exchange. Youngjae went first, and Daehyun accepted readily, ring finger newly adorned with their promise of eternity.
When it came his turn, though, he looked his lover in the eye, voice barely audible within the clicking of the guests’ cameras. One hand holding Jae’s, the other holding the ring, he repeated, voice laced with passion and sincerity; “With this ring, I pledge my love and faithfulness to you, today, tomorrow and always. As this ring has no end, neither shall my love for you.”
“Yoo Youngjae, I love you. Now… and forever.”
And then, of course, he sealed it with a kiss.
--
A/N: IT’S A MIRACLE I ACTUALLY WROTE AN ENTIRE CHAPTER
LOL no guarantees for the following but I’ll try to update every week ok ;u;
What if this sucks and no one cares tho ;_____; /throws you my love? I’ll make a poster if I feel like it, tomorrow. ^^