the bite • q.k | ✔

fourteen

"I do."

"I do!" Sooyoung squealed.

The officiant's remaining words were drowned out by the crowd erupting into cheers as Sooyoung was dipped into a kiss by her now-wife. You clapped from your place behind her as her maid-of-honor, your cheeks already hurting from all the smiling you'd been doing that day.

As they practically ran back down the aisle together, giddy, you were left standing at the arch, holding SooSoo's wedding bouquet that she'd forgotten in her excitement. The music swelled again, your cue for the wedding party to file out as well. You fell in beside Ahrin's best man, taking a more reasonable pace down the walkway. Looking into the guests that had stood up, you caught Kun's eye from one of the middle rows, a familiar wide, overjoyed grin on his face. He was in the stratosphere again.

You met up with Kun at your table at the reception, the wedding party table. While he wasn't in the party, he was your plus one, and your friend of course made sure he was seated with you. After the obligatory speeches—including one that you had to give—everyone could start eating. Kids were allowed at the wedding, but you wanted to make sure that you could put all your focus on making this the best day ever for your friend and didn't want to have the boys out too late either, so they were at home with a babysitter. After the food was the couple's first dance, and you watched fondly from your table as Sooyoung and Ahrin swayed together, clearly in their own world, exchanging words and giggles and laughs that you couldn't hear.

Kun's hand and yours were entwined on your lap, and when the DJ asked for the wedding party and their plus-ones to join the newlyweds, you pulled him to floor by that hand. As Kun's other hand settled on your hip, you affectionately smoothed down the lapel of his suit jacket before resting yours on the curve where his neck met his shoulder.

"Hi, gorgeous," he beamed at you.

"Hi, handsome," you replied back humorously. "So, what's on your mind?"

"You mean there could possibly be anything on my mind other than the fact that I'm dancing with the love of my life?"

"You've got that look on your face."

"What look?"

"The 'I've been launched into the stratosphere picturing our future together' look," you said frankly, but still with the same fond smirk on your lips. "So? What are you thinking about?"

His eyes widened minutely before he chuckled. "I'm having a good time with you, lovey. Is a guy not allowed to smile about that?"

"You are..."

"That's all I was thinking about." He pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Always in the stratosphere when I'm with you."

Despite his sweet words, you felt a twinge of disappointment in your chest, resting your cheek on his shoulder so he couldn't see the contemplative frown on your face. The two of you were living together before Sooyoung and Ahrin had even met, you were raising two kids together right now, and had already discussed getting married—binders, spreadsheets, all your joint expectations for what you wanted out of a hypothetical future partnership like that. Why was he shying away from the subject now? Was seeing you actually at a wedding making him have second thoughts? Did it suddenly all seem too real? As if the binders and spreadsheets weren't real enough?