Marrying Chanyeol

The Wedding.

Imagine being at your wedding with
Chanyeol. Its a beautiful ceremony with expensive flowers and wine. Both of your families have come together from cultural division to mesh into one big giant family. Everyone's on their toes waiting for the i dos, the photographers anxiously clicking away with their expensive 3,000 cameras meanwhile Chanyeols mom is sporting a 2005 flip phone with barely 2MP, screaming at the photographers for blocking her view and flashing the smile that resembles the one you fell in love with. You look at him,  first at his toes adorned with the shiny black leather dress shoes, then at the mile long legs you thought were coiled around your neck because they were so breathtaking..then the delicate chest covered by a thin suit and finally his face. The words of the pastor gradually blurring from your acknowledgement and slowly your eyes trail up his soft features, you admire cautiously, the gentle pink mouth with the angelic cupids bow. But then you reach his nose and notice an anomaly.. you squint, sharpening your eyes and focusing on a small booger that had formed itself in the lower corner of Chanyeol's nose. You stare intensely at the blob, hoping and praying that your mere gaze would vaporize the damned thing. Chanyeol notices your uncomfortable face and the way you're staring at his with such definite greif. He gently pats his own cheek, feeling around, and whispers, "is there something on my face?" ...you motion towards your own nose and open your eyes slightly wider to give him the hint.Suddenly Chanyeol reaches up to his nose and allows his index finger and thumb to mine his twin caves for the unfortunate booger. The crowd reacts in horror with a mutual gasp..the flashing of the cameras comes to a halt..Unbeknownst to you both, the time had already come and gone to say the i dos and quickly the cameras began to click in frenzy. Children pointed, fathers gasped and mothers fainted..Chanyeols mother had an entourage of people trying to revive her from her momentary collapse. A baby began crying in the crowd. The two of you stood in mutual embarassment, but the wedding must surely go on. You both turn to the old pastor who has also collapsed in the frenzied shock. A doctor has checked his pulse and announced his death. The crowd went silent. The wedding was over, but the funeral had just begun.