Indebted...

Part-10

Jungkook's pov

I'd never really given much thought into what kind of wedding I might one day have. I doubted I'd have chosen to pledge my vows in front of an ordained Elvis impersonator. These circumstances, however, were far from ordinary. The groom and groom were far from loved-up. And the setting of the ceremony therefore seemed far from important.

Standing before Elvis in the very pretty chapel, I wasn't nervous anymore. On the drive here, I'd felt on the verge of jumping out of my skin. But now that the ceremony was actually happening, I had the insane urge to laugh.

I mean, I was marrying my boss ... in front of Elvis ... who kept belching ... so Taehyung kept sighing ... and my nose was filled with the smell of onions because Elvis's loud burps reeked of them. Each belch echoed throughout the chapel. Sometimes he paused to mutter "excuse me" beneath his breath while other times he managed to talk through the burps and didn't miss a beat. It was all just surreal.

I was so glad that Taehyung had insisted on having the ceremony recorded, because this was too precious not to share.

I snuck a quick look at him. His jaw was hard as he stared at poor Elvis, evidently pissed. Taehyung wasn't the type to appreciate the funny side of such a situation, especially considering it was a wedding ceremony. This had to be the only time I'd ever witnessed him bite back his words. He was not a man who held his tongue, and he genuinely looked as if it pained him to do it.

I might not have felt so desperate to chortle if I wasn't aware that I absolutely could not laugh right now. The pressure of holding it in only made things worse, as did the way Taehyung kept giving me the stink eye, warning me not to dare crack up. I'd always had a nervous laugh; it had
gotten me into trouble in the classroom more times than I could count.

Elvis belched again.

Taehyung sighed again.

A snicker popped out of me before I could stop it. I quickly clamped my lips together. Taehyung shot me another cautioning look, and I almost choked on the laugh that was now stuck in my throat. I held it in, but my shoulders shook, and my body quaked.

Elvis didn't once acknowledge my struggle.

Feeling my eyes tear up, I slowly lifted my bouquet and hid behind the flowers. God, my stomach hurt, and it felt like my sides were splitting. The more I told myself it wasn't that funny, the harder I wanted to laugh. I practically wheezed out my vows. Tears were pooling in my eyes again when it came time for us to exchange rings.

I slid the masculine wedding band on his third finger, and he slid a more feminine version onto mine. It was beautiful and shiny and fit perfectly ... but it sadly did not help me pull myself together.

Finally, I sensed the ceremony coming to an end. I didn't think I'd ever felt so relieved about anything in a long, long time. "I now pronounce you Husband and Husband," said Elvis, gurgling the last word since it came out on yet another smelly belch ... to which Taehyung shot him a hard, pained look.

And that was it. I lost it. The laugh shook my shoulders as I bent over, my eyes tearing up again, and practically shoved my face in the bouquet.

Taehyung sighed. "Finished?"

Not even close. I was worried I might actually pee. But I forced myself to stand upright and knuckled away a fresh tear. "Sorry," I croaked.

He hauled me close and lowered his mouth to mine. I was entirely unprepared for the hum of electricity that swept over me, or for the soft growl that rattled his throat. His tongue sank inside and licked at mine, bold and demanding.