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A wedding with no cake.

"Jisung, honey, it's not ruined!" Minho said, trying to stifle his laughter. He pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, trying not to giggle, his other hand gently rubbing soothing circles on Jisung's back.

Jisung, however, had his head down, his face buried between his arms, resting against the ruined kitchen counter. "It is! I was supposed to cook for you tonight, not break the pan and dirty the entire kitchen trying to flip the stupid omelet!" he groaned, his voice muffled.

Minho hadn't been in the kitchen when it all happened. Jisung had insisted on cooking alone, and Minho had happily agreed to let him have the space. But when a loud crash startled him from his nap, he panicked, rushing to check on his boyfriend, fearing something had gone terribly wrong.

The sight he found was beyond anything he'd expected. There was Jisung, surrounded by the wreckage of the omelet disaster-a mess of raw egg splattered across the floor, the counter, the cabinets, and even the walls. The broken pan in Jisung's hand seemed to only add to the chaos, its half-bent shape proof of Jisung's struggle with the task. Minho had always been the one to cook, so he'd never seen anything like this.

Despite the mess, Minho couldn't help but laugh. "Baby, it's okay. We can just go out and eat instead," he said, still chuckling. "And I'll let you pay if that'll make you feel better."

Jisung let out an exasperated sigh. "And what are we going to do with this mess-Minho, stop laughing!" he snapped, though a slight grin tugged at his lips despite his frustration.

The two of them laughed together, their old cassette player filling the background with the familiar sounds of music neither of them cared enough to turn off. The absurdity of the situation wasn't lost on them-Jisung, who'd tried so hard to make dinner, and Minho, who could barely hold it together through his giggles.

Once their laughter subsided, Minho leaned down to press a soft kiss to Jisung's forehead. "I'll help you clean, mi amor," he said, picking up one half of the ruined pan and tossing it into the trash.

But Jisung had other plans. He gently pushed Minho out of the room, shaking his head. "No!" he insisted, hands on Minho's back, "You go get dressed all cute and pretty, 'cause we're going out to a nice restaurant. I'll handle this mess."

Minho chuckled, shaking his head. "We'll get out of here faster if we both clean, don't you think?" he teased.

Jisung sighed, pouting like a child. "But I was supposed to do everything today."

"Don't be silly," Minho said with a smile, leaning in to kiss Jisung's pout away, then giving him a playful tap on the bum. "You'll still pay for my meal, honey."

Reluctantly, Jisung nodded, and together they started cleaning up the mess, turning what had been a disaster into something manageable. Soon, the kitchen was back to its normal, tidy state.

Jisung urged Minho to get changed into something nice, while he spent almost an hour perfecting his hair and slipping into his light gray dress jacket over a white button-up shirt and black dress pants. He even sprayed on his expensive cologne, the one Felix had gifted him for his birthday the previous year.

As he stood at the door waiting for Minho, Jisung felt jittery, his fingers picking at his nails and his legs bouncing nervously. He kept checking his reflection in the mirror, trying to ensure every detail was just right.

Twenty minutes later, Minho's footsteps sounded in the hallway, and Jisung held his breath. When the door opened, Minho stood there in his wine-colored suit, the one he'd worn to Chan and Seungmin's wedding, the jacket embroidered with golden flowers. He looked stunning-like something out of a dream.