"You ready?" murmored Jisung's lips on Minho's skin, that hazy citrusy smell filling his nostrils. He couldn't be readier.
Do you, Lee Minho take Han Jisung as your husband, promise to be true in good times and bad, in sickness and in health...Will you love him and honor him all the days of your life?
"I will."
You may kiss.
All those thundering cheers loud around them but all Minho could feel was a tidal wave of love wash over him. He was acutely aware of the shape of Jisung's lips on his, of the familiar taste of his tongue, of the way their bodies clasped perfectly togheter.
"He's mine and I'm his" his thoughts roared.
"Finally, finally, finally..."
They pulled apart and Minho saw all the joy of the world concentrated in a pair of eyes.
"We did it" Jisung sobbed, breathless.
Minho smiled the most genuine smile he would ever produce and sighed, satisfied.
"Hell yeah, we did."
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THIS STORY WAS SO MESSY AT THE END IM SO SORRY IT WAS JUST GETTING WAY TOO LONG HELP TT
anyw thanks for likin' it^^
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