just say (i do) (ii/ii)
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The weekend ends with Kyungsoo typing away furiously on his laptop, writing documents and sending invitation cards. A distraction is good, it makes him stray far away from the images of warm sun-kissed skin, sharp jaw lines, dark eyes, a pair of tempting full lips and a smoky voice fogging his head. Just one more week, seven more days before the wedding and as soon as it’s over, Kyungsoo can return to his dull wedding planner job.
A video call request pops out in the left corner of his laptop. Kyungsoo’s forehead wrinkles in thought but he curiously drags his cursor over the pop out box and the edges of his lips twitch just from reading the username.
ByunBaekYeol.
Seriously, how original is that? Kyungsoo rolls his eyes and contemplates either to accept or deny the request. He double clicks the accept button, just to humour himself and see what his best friend is up to. The screen goes black for a second before the connection is set and the video call begins.
Baekhyun tilts his head and his screen shifts a little, probably testing it first before speaking. The male wiggles his fingers as a greeting at the solemn-faced Kyungsoo. The grin on his lips is big and full of sunshine and sparkles as he giggles out. “Hi!”
Kyungsoo flatly enquires. “So how’s your vacation?”
Either he’s terribly ignorant or just downright dumb, Baekhyun rattles on and on. “The beaches are wonderful, Chanyeol and I made sandcastles, we watched the sunset and we had romantic kisses but I got a sunburn -” An amused snort from Kyungsoo interrupts Baekhyun’s story telling.
“You probably deserve it.”
“That’s not nice.” Baekhyun huffs. The cheshire grin spreading across his lips is certainly up to no good when Baekhyun whispers, “Chanyeol told me about Jongin... so is he hot or what?” He even waggles his eyebrow for the gossip girl effect.
“I’ll just ignore you.” Kyungsoo fights the urgent thudding of his heart and the relentless blush heating his cheeks at just the mere mention of his name. Jongin, Jongin, Jongin.
“Do Kyungsoo.” If this isn’t a situation where Kyungsoo’s conflicted, he’ll be guffawing at Baekhyun’s angry slash contorted expression. Byun Love Guru Baekhyun’s love lecture has Kyungsoo wincing. “That man is practically sex on legs, how do you not, how can you not feel an attraction for him? Unless, your male reproductive organ isn’t functioning well.”
Kyungsoo lets out a small shriek, the pretty pink on his face turns intense either from the insult or the fact that what Baekhyun said is true. “My penis is very useful.” No, that just came out wrong. “I mean, my manly parts are ... why am I even telling you this?” He uses his hands to shield his face, refusing to continue this conversation for the sake of his sanity.
Baekhyun brushes off the mention of his friend’s dick and continues babbling, “He’s like the biggest catch ever, you shouldn’t miss an opportunity like this and - OH MY GOD, IS THAT A HICKEY?” He goes jaw slack and points to Kyungsoo’s neck where a large purple blotchy mark is, a stark contrast against his pale skin.
Kyungsoo just stares with his wide round orbs narrowed.
“Oh looks like someone has staked his claim on you.” Baekhyun’s burst of insane giggles are threatening to flush Kyungsoo into a fury of shame.
Kyungsoo’s blood leaves his face as he stands up robotically and drags himself to the bathroom, silent curses and proclamations of hate leaving his lips. Needless to say, his terror stricken scream has woken up the entire neighbourhood and also a sleeping Chanyeol in Maldives.
That night, an angry Kyungsoo calls up Jongin to give him a piece of his mind.
When the sleepy male picks up his phone, not even a greeting is mumbled yet and Kyungsoo is already half screaming half screeching at him. “How dare you!”
“Hyung, what are you talking about?” Jongin’s half asleep voice asks.
Kyungsoo huffs and puffs, his face getting redder. “You know what I mean, who gave you permission to mark me?” He’s just spilling everything from the heart now. “I’m not even yours. I mean, I don’t belong to you,” Kyungsoo quickly adds, “Not that I want to. So don’t you dare do that again. Ever.”
Kyungsoo hangs up before he starts yelling his proclamation of love for Jongin because his heart and his head are giving him confusing signals and he’d rather not take the opportunity to fuck anything up before the wedding.
Jongin must’ve forgotten about the angry call because the boy is happily greeting him the next day of their meeting ‘date’ which is good news because Kyungsoo is so embarrassed that he acted without thinking twice.
“Is it that cold?” Jongin tugs on the silk scarf wrapped snugly around Kyungsoo’s small neck. He fingers the smooth material and hums deliberately, his molten gaze never once straying away from Kyungsoo’s face. His voice is laced with concern when he offers. “Do you need a jacket?”
“I - no, thank you.” Kyungsoo denies firmly, although he’s sure that he is blushing from the Kim Jongin effect. It has him bumbling and stumbling like a fool in front of the attractive man, something that Do Kyungsoo has never done before. He flicks Jongin’s touchy fingers away from his neck, eliciting a painful yelp from the younger male and gleefully suggests, “Let’s get Starbucks on the way before we find the band.”
Slowing a few steps behind of Kyungsoo, Jongin nurses his fingers with a childish pout. “Okay, hyung.” He trails after the older male like a puppy eager to please its owner. Jongin has changed so much in just a few meetings. Jongin places a possessive hand on Kyungsoo’s hip and bends a little to whisper hotly into the other’s ear. “Only if you kiss my pinky better.” The astonished expression on Kyungsoo’s face is so precious, it has Jongin laughing in amusement.
“Really funny, Jongin.” Kyungsoo attempts to be sarcastic but fails. It makes him feel so miniscule, it makes him feel like he’s about drown and fly at the same time and everything is just a beautiful disaster when Jongin is related to it.
“Hey hyung.” The chocolatey voice is tangling ropes of conflict in Kyungsoo’s heart again.
Kyungsoo raises his head, startled at the proximity of their faces. Jongin has always been sneaking up on him lately and catching him off guard when he least expects it. The series of palpitations in his heart start speeding up when the tanned male nibbles his own lips and Kyungsoo’s sure that Jongin must be doing that on purpose.
“I wasn’t joking. In fact, I really want to kiss you again.” His voice goes several pitches lower but the sincere gleam lighting up in his eyes is still present, showing how straightforward and honest Jongin is (and Kyungsoo doesn’t know if he should feel giddy or just scared).
“O-Oh.” Kyungsoo stammers dumbly. “Kiss?” He turns beet red after.
“So can I?” Jongin asks for permission and oh God, Kyungsoo’s heart is so full, it’s swelling so much to the point of bursting because Jongin never asked before and now he is. It must be because Jongin remembers his angry confession from last night. “I’ve been waiting a long time to do this right.” Jongin makes a pleased rumbling sound when he gets Kyungsoo’s consent.
Jongin’s kisses are hot and warm, gentle and sweet at the same time. It makes Kyungsoo’s toes curl when Jongin cradles his face gingerly as he nibbles on his lip. Jongin pulls back a few times just to look at Kyungsoo’s flushed expression and sometimes he leaves light butterfly kisses all over Kyungsoo’s face just to make him laugh for the sake of it.
Kyungsoo dies a little inside when Jongin smiles at him, so full of love. His heart combusts and implodes in a storm of emotions. The thin walls of barrier surrounding him is completely demolished by Jongin and Kyungsoo knows that Jongin is the one. Who would’ve guessed he will get his heart stolen right under his nose?
“Am I your Mr. Right?” Jongin rubs their noses together affectionately and crinkles his eyes, a pale blush fanning his cheeks, barely obvious but enough to catch Kyungsoo’s attention.
It wouldn’t count as a crime if Kyungsoo wanted to kidnap the best man and lock him in his condo, right? Because this side of Jongin is so precious and makes Kyungsoo’s heart do high jumps over the moon.
Kyungsoo lightly teases, “I’ll think about it.”
“And I’ll wait for you answer.”
Kyungsoo’s heart has always been Jongin’s to begin with anyways.
It’s just two more days before the wedding and the new couple are lazing around in Kyungsoo’s condo, one shirtless while the other is pants-less. The movie is still playing and the bowl of popcorn is long ago forgotten but neither of the two pay mind since they’re much too busy in love with each other to care.
Jongin’s head is lying comfortably on Kyungsoo’s lap and the younger male nuzzles into the older’s stomach, inhaling the vanilla scent of Kyungsoo before purring like a cat high on catnip.
Kyungsoo is struggling to concentrate on his checklist. He clears his throat and flicks Jongin’s forehead lightly to get his attention. Kyungsoo doesn’t bother to hide his laughter when Jongin makes a litany of whiny noises and he doesn’t deny that somewhere deep inside him, there hides a devil that’s been waiting to come out to play. In other words, he just likes tormenting Jongin.
“Invitations?”
“Sent.” Jongin rubs his nose into Kyungsoo’s stomach again. He likes the softness of his boyfriend’s petite body, loves how squishy he is despite Kyungsoo firmly saying he’s not. This could get addictive.
Kyungsoo makes an odd noise similar to a crow dying, his boyfriend’s affectionate touches are distracting him so much. His body tingles responsively and Kyungsoo ignores the way Jongin sneakily slides a hand under his shirt to caress his tummy. “The cake?”
“Check. Chocolate flavoured.” Jongin runs a thumb over Kyungsoo’s belly button and giggles. “I like that.”
Kyungsoo frowns, not amused with his boyfriend’s dumb antics at the moment. He grumps out in an accusing manner. “Jongin.”
“Sorry.” Jongin’s face doesn’t look sorry at all when he snatches the list from Kyungsoo. “Reception hall and decorations?”
“Done splendidly.” Kyungsoo puffs his chest out proudly and snaps his fingers. “Vintage style.”
“Rings?”
“You’re keeping them.”
“Champagne and wine?”
“All stocked and ready to go.”
“Best man?”
“...here.” Kyungsoo splutters out cutely when Jongin’s hand goes southwards from his stomach down to his boxers.
“And will be in your bed soon.” Jongin’s voice turns husky, accompanied by the hungry look in his beautiful, dark orbs that has Kyungsoo blushing by Jongin’s blatant display of wanting to claim him.
Jongin is often touchy and possessive and he seldom misses the opportunity to mark Kyungsoo as his. Holding hands and kissing him in public, leaving lovebites on his skin- Kyungsoo will never understand how his boyfriend could transform from a little puppy to an insatiable wolf in a matter of seconds. Every time Kyungsoo attempts to resist, he fails miserably because obviously it is a losing battle when you go up against someone like Jongin.
But that doesn’t mean he’ll stop trying.
“Jongin.” Kyungsoo inches back slightly and pushes Jongin’s wandering hand away. “You’re -” Jongin is nuzzling his face this time, brushing their lips together then moving his lips to Kyungsoo’s cheek, Kyungsoo’s jaw, Kyungsoo’s neck and everywhere. There is tenderness in Jongin’s kisses, so very gentle that Kyungsoo relaxes in Jongin’s hold.
“I love you, hyung.”
Kyungsoo’s breath hitches and he lifts his head to meet Jongin’s calm gaze. This is the first time Jongin has openly declared his love for him unlike the previous times Jongin only shows them through his actions. From the firm honesty [V4] of his words, Kyungsoo truly knows that Jongin means it and Kyungsoo is too stunned, he does not know how to respond.
“I don’t know what to say, Jongin.”
“I will wait.” Jongin says boldly, gaze determined but the pained look in his eyes are apparent, he’s hurt from Kyungsoo’s one-sided response.
“N-No.” Kyungsoo doesn’t want Jongin to misunderstand what he means. “I mean, I’m - I - I want this too.” The doe eyed male gestures cutely, pointing a finger back and forth between them and he prays to the Gods above that Jongin understands. He’s already making a fool of himself enough nowadays in front of him.
“Really?” Jongin sounds too hopeful.
It’s not his fault that he’s stuttering and stammering, Kyungsoo thinks, because those enchanting dark eyes never stop looking at him with so much warmth, trust and joy. “Y-Yes. I like this. I like us. And I love you.”
Jongin smiles at him, lips tugging up to accentuate his handsome, boyish features and Kyungsoo thinks that’s by far the most dazzling smile he has ever seen.
Everything goes smoothly just as planned, Chanyeol (surprisingly) remembers his vows, Baekhyun doesn’t try to sass his guests, Jongdae doesn’t cause a riot during the band performance and the wedding reception is about to end. Kyungsoo gives himself a pat on the back for a job well done. This is so far the best wedding he has ever planned judging from the awed looks the guests show once they enter the reception place; they must love the vintage style Kyungsoo chose for the decorations.
The reception is a simple tea party. Cakes, pastries, sandwiches, petit fours and tea are served in flowery vintage jugs, tea pots and cake stands on the lace dining tables where rows of beautiful dahlia flowers are pristinely arranged in glass bottles and polka dot napkins are placed next to the champagne and wine.
Kyungsoo fixes his boutonniere, a unique flower-bead lapel, and sets off to find the best man. Jongin’s been missing ever since the ceremony ended and it isn’t so Jongin-like for him to skip the reception because food is Jongin’s second lover.
Kyungsoo bumps into a tall male who’s eating a cream souffle and realises it’s one of his workers. “Hey, Kris. Have you seen Jongin?”
“Uh.” Kris looks a little flustered but he answers levelly. “Nope.” He panics when the shorter male’s shoulders slump in disappointment. “Wait, I think I saw him leaving when the ceremony ended. I’m not sure where he went though.”
“Oh, okay...” Kyungsoo mumbles, ready to leave because he doesn’t want another start awkward date rejection with Kris. He turns to his left and notices his neighbour walking towards them with that dimpled grin on his lips.
“You totally rocked this place, Soo.” Yixing praises and hands him a glass of champagne. “A toast to you.”
“Thanks.” Kyungsoo sips from the champagne glass, eyes darting everywhere in search of tan skin and full lips. He suddenly remembers that Kris is still with them and the gears in his head start turning. “Yixing, I want you to meet one of my workers. This is Kris. Kris, Yixing.” He gestures to one another while smiling cheekily. “Do get along. I’m going to find Jongin.”
Kyungsoo knows he has the skills of a matchmaker. After all he’s the one who introduced Baekhyun to Chanyeol.
No one notices as the groom steps up the stage and clear his throat so Chanyeol passes his announcement in his own loudmouth way.
“EVERYONE.” Chanyeol’s boisterous voice yells out and the crowds’ cheering has gone quiet. “IT IS TIME!” He ends it with a guffawing laugh that has his own bride snorting at him. The groom holds onto Baekhyun’s hand and guides them out from the front door, ready to take their leave. The guests’ cheers are deafening as they trail behind the wedded couple outside.
There’s a Rolls Royce Vintage car outside waiting for them and the crowd nearly goes wild when they see Baekhyun holding a bouquet. It’s time for the tossing of wedding bouquet. A group of single ladies and some males are gathered around him, anticipating for the throw.
A grinning Kyungsoo stands at the side line and watches on ecstatically. This has always been the best part of weddings. He’s not that superstitious but it doesn’t hurt to believe in traditions especially interesting ones. The grin on his face widens when he spots Jongin on the opposite side of the garden and his legs automatically carry themselves towards him.
“Are you ready?” Baekhyun’s question is answered by eager squeals.
Kyungsoo walks his way through the large crowd, mumbling lots of ‘excuse me-s’, ‘pardon, let me through please-s’ and one ‘you just stepped on my foot, bitch’ of course he doesn’t say curse words out loud. He doesn’t even realize that Baekhyun is getting ready for the toss.
“Three, Two, One!” Baekhyun does a countdown before he swings and throws the bouquet with all his strength, sending it flying to the large crowd.
At the same time, Kyungsoo is being squished by squealing girls who are abusing their high heels on his leather clad shoes. The wide eyed male releases a painful shriek when someone accidentally elbows his stomach and a girl trips right in front of him causing him to stumble in his steps. The momentum throws him off balance as Kyungsoo stretches his arms forward -
Just in time for the wedding bouquet to fall into his arms.
Everything goes silent for a moment.
Upon feeling all the stares on him, Kyungsoo shrinks back in embarrassment. “Uh.” He manages to mumble out before his voice dies and his cheeks colour.
It’s Baekhyun who snorts and laughs first, trust fate to pass his blessings to his best friend. “Congratulations to the lucky lady, I mean, gentleman!” He makes a hand clapping motion and everyone follows along.
Kyungsoo wants to sink into the ground and hide there forever because Jongin is now approaching him and he’s all gummy smiles and looks devilishly gorgeous in a tux (which is Kyungsoo’s weakness). He swears he can hear Baekhyun cackling at him.
“That’s lucky of you.” Jongin’s hair is sexily gelled and all Kyungsoo could think of is wanting to run his fingers and pull -
“Yeah.” Kyungsoo gulps, face hot.
“Very perfect timing too.”
“Huh?” Kyungsoo is baffled. Confusion turns into perplexity when Jongin nervously wets his lips, digging his hand into his pocket and pulling out a small navy blue velvet box. Breathing suddenly gets harder and harder for Kyungsoo because he is half-sure half-not that Jongin is doing what Kyungsoo thinks he’s doing.
“Jongin, what are you -” He gasps and the crowd gasp along with him too.
Jongin is getting down on one knee and Kyungsoo is positively sure his heart just stopped beating there and then. His head is dizzy but his heart is leaping with joy, Kyungsoo could faintly hear the encouraging cheers from the crowd, screams of ‘go, my man, go for it’ from Chanyeol and delighted shrieks from Baekhyun.
“My beloved Do Kyungsoo.” Jongin’s voice is thick with emotion.
Kyungsoo’s palms are sweating like a waterfall. He sucks in a huge gulp of oxygen for his aching lungs and wills himself not to faint from prospect because this is the moment of a lifetime he has been dreaming of ever since he was a child. This is the right time, the right place and the right person.
Jongin cradles the ring in his hand like a treasure and holds it up for Kyungsoo, an offer, and continues. “You are the most enchanting person I’ve ever met from the tip of your hair to the bottom of your toes, I think you are perfect. I think, no, I know that I want to spend my whole lifetime with you.” He pauses, gathering his courage with everyone’s supportive murmurs in the background. “We’ve barely known each other for a month. It might be early or it might not, but I know this is what my heart wants. It calls for you, Kyungsoo and I just want you to know that I’ll always love you. I will wait for you. So, will you give me the honour of being your husband?”
Baekhyun starts the chant. “Say yes! Say yes! Say yes!” and soon a hundred voices are joining him.
It’s not that Kyungsoo doesn’t want to accept; he’s just too choked up that his eyes are brimming with unshed tears and his nose is getting all runny and he just wants to sob out to the world how lucky he is. The adoration spilling from Jongin’s eyes as he slips on the simple band of white gold on Kyungsoo’s ring finger has Kyungsoo nodding furiously with a choked ‘yes, yes, yes.’
The crowd bursts in animated applause when Kyungsoo pounces on top of Jongin and kisses him over and over again despite the cat calls and wolf whistles from their friends. Well fuck them, it’s all about the two of them now.
The noise seems to fade behind them but Kyungsoo doesn’t care because he’s on top of the world right now. He balances himself on his tip toes and pecks Jongin’s cheek once more then noses at his jaw. “I really don’t know what to say, Jongin.”
Jongin gazes back at him with so much love, Kyungsoo’s heart hurts from happiness. “Just say I do.”
Kyungsoo indulges his newly gained fiancee just for fun, whispering ‘i do, i do, i do’ into his ear until Jongin grins like a love-struck fool before leaning down to brush their lips together, feeling the sparks fly and crash like it is their first time all over again and it is a promise for them to start a new beginning together. As one.
A/N: i think this is the first time i've written more than 8k words so kudos to myself :)
also i'd like to thank my lovely umma, Edna and precious daughter, Alanna for beta-ing this major lame fic for me ♥♥