whirlwind: diyue ficlets

wedding planning

Wang Hedi and Shen Yue are getting hitched and as we all know, planning a wedding is never easy. For ANY couple. are they any different?

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"'RAP? let me get this straight, Wang Hedi, you want to play rap at our wedding?"

"yeah."

"are you fucking kidding me? rap? at a wedding? OUR wedding?"

"uh-huh. Yue, what are you getting so worked up over? what's wrong with rap?"

"you DONT play rap during a wedding, Di. YOU. JUST. DON'T."

"why not? okay, i admit it's uncommon--"

"uncommon?!"

"let me finish. i thought you said the song list should represent who we are as a couple... songs that describe us... songs that makes us happy... songs we have memories with... songs we love... and i love rap music. it's MY wedding too, you know."

"yes, but..."

"YUE, you said in an interview that you felt we got close because i made you do that "stupid" hip hop greetings every day when we shot meteor garden 2018. you also told people, or should i say thousands of fans, during our engagement party slash fanmeet that you found me hottest when i'm rapping on stage. RAP PLAYED A BIG PART IN MAKING US A COUPLE!"

"oh dear God i'm marrying a narcissistic rapper wannabe. you know, i don't think i can marry you anymore..."

"no, seriously though, fine. we can at least play rap at the after party, right?!"

"AFTER PARTY?! what after party? you mean the reception?"

"no, i mean a REAL party after the reception. geez, who thinks of the reception of as a party? ... Wait, if i did mean the reception, can we have rap music playing during it? "

"ARE YOU SAYING YOU ARE HAVING A SORT OF CLUB AFTER PARTY FOR OUR WEDDING AFTER THE RECEPTION?!"

"yup. didn't I tell you about it? i thought we discussed it."

"NO YOU DIDN'T! NO WE DIDN'T. GOD, help me. I'm marrying a hip-hop party boy. Okay, you know what. we'll talk about this later. i'm being a dinner guest at someone's house and i've been gone from the table way too long. it's very impolite of me."

"well, you could've just agreed and we would've been done in 30 seconds. So yeah, i'm putting in some rap songs on the song list, okay."

"did you not hear anything I said?!"

"i did, but yue baby, it's MY wedding too. and I let you play all those crappy cheesy ballads. you should let me play songs I want to hear. it's not just YOUR day, it's MY day too. OUR day. don't you want me to be as happy as you are on our wedding day and enjoying every moment of it? especially since I'm paying for all of it... I hate to bring money into this but..."

"fine. all right. fine. you can play rap music at our wedding. you can have the club after party you love so much. heck, you can even turn the reception into a club party. with rap, hip hop bangers, edm, whatever and have everyone drink whiskey and coke and do tequila shots. you can make it whatever you want it to be like--"

"oh come on. don't pull that one on me. you're pulling an "i don't care you can do whatever you want" and trying to put me on a guilt trip, aren't you? okay, forget the "i'm paying for this so i can do whatever i want" part. i don't mean it like that. i want you to be hap-- "

"no. i'm not mad. it's not a guilt trip and it's not because you said you were paying for all of this. and i do care. but you were right, it's OUR wedding..."

"i was?"

"yeah. it's OUR wedding and it's only fair that you get what you want and have it be like what you wanted to be and yeah, i want you to have fun and enjoy every moment of our day..."

"...wow. i dont know what to say..."

"besides, i don't really care about the details. i only care that after that day, i am officially and legally yours. i get to be mrs. wang. and spend the rest of my live with you cuddling with you every night and waking up every morning next to you. it's not about the wedding. it's about marrying you. i don't even want a party. as long as i'm marrying you, i dont care where or how we do it. as long as we, you and me, get to start becoming a family. as long as i get to have your babies. as long as--"

"Shen Yue! hang up this call and COME HOME NOW."

"what? why? why are you getting angry all of a sudden?!"

"i'm not angry. just come home. NOW."

"omg seriously, Wang Hedi! what happened? are you hurt or something? don't scare me like this!"

"i need to show you how much i love you. so come home. NOW."

/dial tone

(26 September 2018)
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author's note:

this one is actually reworked from a blog entry i wrote back in 2007. (damn i'm old). i mostly wrote creative non-fiction for years and this is one of the only two fiction entries i ever wrote in my journal. when i saw it again, i thought, "oh this could be a fun one for diyue."
and i was right. i think. i hope.