The wedding ceremony was beautiful, heartfelt, and passed in a blur. The joyous celebration that followed would be a part of the day that Jihoon would remember for the rest of his life.
At the day of the engagement, he had thought he would not attend the wedding or drown himself in drink to get out of the misery and now here he was chucking rice at the newly wedded couple wishing them luck and prosperity, hand in hand with the person he could call HIS.
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"Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention for just a moment!" Jihoon started clinking his champagne glass to catch the attention.
"Although I dont like to speak in mass as my introverted self, but as the best man, I have the horror - I mean honor—honor and terrifying responsibility—of saying a few words about our beloved Seungcheol" The wedding venue was filled with bits of laughter as he proceeded.
"First off, let’s be honest: when I first met Cheol, I thought, “This guy is going to need a lot of help.” And boy, was I right! But today, when I see him standing next to Hanie, I can confidently say he has finally found someone who can keep him in line—and that’s no small feat!" Cheol made a sulky face, which then grew into a huge smile.
"Cheol never likes losing like at anything, but when it comes to you, he'd lose everything in a heartbeat." He continued looking at Hanie.
"As we all saw on the day of wedding games, he is not that keen with games related with luck, bro literally lost 4 out of 5 times in RSP but then again I understand that, its because he had spend almost all his luck to get Hanie for himself." The crowd laughed and cheered, and Hanie gave him a thankful smile.
"Cheol is the kind of guy who would get lost in a parking lot, yet somehow managed to find the love of his life. Hanie, you truly are his GPS—navigating him through life’s ups and downs with grace and humour.
As they embark on this new chapter, I wish them endless love, laughter, and the occasional debate over who gets to control the remote(of course its gonna be Hanie)." He whispered like a not so secret secret on the microphone, making everyone laugh."So, let’s raise our glasses: to love, laughter, and a happily ever after! Cheers! To Cheol and Hanie !” Jihoon raised his glass in a celebratory gesture that received hearty applause.
Cheol was looking oh so lovingly at his husband , heart in his eyes. I love you, Hanie mouthed, looking at his equally as in love.I love you more, Cheol whispered back, an irreplaceable smile on his face.
Strong arms wrapped around his waist, breath tickling his ear. “Beautiful speech, princess”
“Care to show me any more of your smooth moves, Mr. Kwon?” He craned his neck backwards to meet sparkling brown eyes.
“I thought you’d never ask, Princess.”
Within seconds, Soonyoung had whisked him back onto the dance floor. He spun him deliriously around and around in circles, their body flowing with the music in every direction that they moved. They glided across the floor together for what seemed like over an hour, not noticing the crowd dwindling as guests started to depart, lost in each other's eyes.
Yet another song blasted through the speakers. Only the newlyweds and couples on the dance floor were all lost in each other.
Jihoon looked at him with a smile, " Now that the wedding is almost over, what do you want to do?" He asked Soonyoung, who smiled back and replied with," This."
The corners of his mouth twitched upwards, and in one swift movement, he pulled Hoon's hand, which was already linked with his, Jihoon ended up with his chest flush with his. He looked up at him in confusion, but he just smiled, tucking a loose lock of my dark hair behind his ear. He tilted his head slightly to the right, his eyes subconsciously zeroing in on their intended target. He had to lean down in order for their faces to be at the same level due to their height difference, so instead, Jihoon took the hint and stood on his tiptoes, meeting him in the middle. Both had their eyes closed as their lips met, and Jihoon's arms wound their way around Soonyoung's neck.
He felt a pair of large hands clamp onto his waist, pulling him closer if that was even possible. The kiss itself wasn't slow, but it wasn't urgent either.
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