( Bang Chan + Lee Felix )
❝I don't want my Lixie to leave me...❞
┈┈ mistopher | 2022 ++
Traumatized from his past of sex addiction, intercourse is the last thing that Chan wishes to partake in. However, he is yet to adopt the habits of healthy commu...
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⇒ CHARMER Banquet Hall 1:10pm
"I do."
Claps, cheers, and another impassioned kiss.
"I love you," they whispered, lips barely one millimeter apart, hands held, smiles bright, matching suits sharp. "I love you, I love you, I love you so much."
"You're the love of my life, Kim Seungmin," the tallest kissed his husband again, laughing as the congratulations increased. A couple of rough yet brotherly fists attacked his back and shoulder, confetti traveling down from above his head, as well as the man before him. Their foreheads were pressed together, neither wiping the hearty grin from their face. "Forever glad I met you."
"And same for me, Lee Minho," Seungmin kissed him once more, releasing one hand when Minho pulled away. Then either stood to face the standing crowd, their free hands opened out and upward, eyes soaking in the sight of all who were happy for them.
All who bore witness to their union.
Seungmin blushed when his eyes fell on a couple in the second aisle, proud looks on their faces. He felt happy for them; gratified that they worked out, and still proved to be strong through the many years that passed.
"Where's the bouquet?" Seungmin chanted when more upbeat music began from the speakers, moving his legs to the beat, and snickering when his husband slipped away into a tango with his own mother; holding her hand up in the air, whilst setting the other at his waist.
"Thank you," Seungmin accepted the neatly designed flowers from the friend who was near physically abusing Minho a few minutes before; Seo Changbin. He admired the pristine shade of cream that coated the artificial plants, as well as the green leaves that issued out. "To all of my unengaged people, gather around, please," he echoed in the mic, laughing and shaking the bouquet, "it's time to get rid of this."
Ignoring his partner's secure grip around his waist, one party of Seungmin's interest in that second aisle stood up, rushing to the center of the hall. Dozens of others joined too; men and women. But Seungmin already had, at the back of his head, who he intended to catch the bouquet.
And so did practically-- just maybe-- everybody else.
Winking at the black-haired man who was left alone comedically in his seat stand, Seungmin turned to face the stage, glancing back every now and then as he swung his arms back and forth, Minho paying close attention from the side.
