her? ⇢ chensung ✔

sechsundachtzig

it was a cloudy morning as the soft fluffy cumulus clouds overlapped the azurean sky, a cold seaside breeze wound through the twinkling fairy lights, swaying them with the wind. it almost felt like the seaside was perfect for this occasion.

a freezing breeze brushed over jisung's hair as he stared into the deep abyss of the ocean, the sky still cold and blue as the sunlight did not beam through yet, heaving a sigh of relief.

he beamed as he thought of all of his loved ones, all gathered up for most probably, the most important occasion of his life. heaving a sigh, happiness bubbled up inside him, he finally letting everything sink in that he is finally going to fulfil the one wish he ever-so-dearly wanted to achieve.

after everything jisung and chenle had to endure through, it's finally time for the cathartic moment they had been anticipating for so many months.

a hand grabbed his shoulder, startling jisung out of his thoughts. he turned back to see yuta, beaming wholesomely at him. he pinched his cheek, wiping a fake tear as he pat his shoulder. "can't believe the baby of the group is already having a baby of his own...i feel like such a proud father!"

"hey! i took care him the most, yuta-hyung..." jaemin pouted as he yelled at yuta, catching both yuta's and jisung's attention. "he's my son, and he's getting married to my best friend...i have a son-in-law as well now!" jaemin exclaimed, realizing that logic.

"speaking of which, where's chenle...?" taeil spoke out, holding a bible in his hand. somehow, taeil decided to be the priest of the wedding and everyone agreed, hence he was even more excited and feverish that he was given the responsibility of officially creating a bond between the about-to-be married couple.

"pretty much with all the bottoms— i meant the other hyungs. they were all helping him look even more prettier than before," jaemin proudly spoke out before turning to jisung. "you're in for a treat, sungie."

"for fuck's sake, don't get me riled up, hyung!" jisung yelled at jaemin, slapping his hand. the younger's face tinged crimson as a hundred different thoughts ran through his head, not exactly knowing how pretty his lele would be. jaemin successfully riled him up, great.

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meanwhile, chenle was practically about to explode.

clutching the older jisung's hand in a vice-like grip as he tried to calm him down (chenle wanted his neighbour to stay with him since he was pretty much the only one who can comfort him) as the soft transparent white cloth draped on his head, practically worked like a blanket covering him.

"you look really pretty, lele," chittaphon beamed as he approached chenle, startling the younger. he handed over a bunch of white roses, which chenle accepted with shivering hands. "now, you must hold this during the whole marriage walk thingy, i don't know the name of it. you get me?"

chenle merely hummed as he clutched jisung's hand even more tightly. seeing the bride's condition, chittaphon turned to jisung, who had no issues whatsoever, even if his hand was on the verge of anoxia. "he's really excited, isn't he? i hope your hand's alright though."

"it's fine, it's just lele's excitement, nothing much," jisung beamed as he turned to chenle, whose face looked as red as a ripe tomato. chenle's head drooped down as he said nothing but a hum of agreement. "anyways, is it time already?" jisung asked ten.

"there's still 5 minutes left, can i tell everyone now?" winwin joined into the conversation, who was keeping track of whether everything was in order. ten nodded in the affirmative, before beckoning jisung to tell the tomato, i mean bride.