Honeymoon Cruise [Hyunsung]

Honeymoon Cruise

Alright, I'm finally back with a new hyunsung since I love posting things on my birthday! This one has taken me quite some time and it's also my longest one shot yet! It's 27.5k words.

The idea was inspired by the movie 'Like Father...' but it's only very very loosely based off it.

WARNING: there will be mentions of sex in this but there's not going to be any smut! So please beware because I don't want anyone to feel uncomfortable. The characters are also aged up here. 

I've tried my best to proof-read this and I hope I spotted all the mistakes. If I didn't, I apologize in advance! Anyway, without further ado. Let's get into it! 

I hope you like this one as much as I liked writing it!

PUBLISHED: 05/24/2019
EDITED: 09/11/2020

"We can't wait much longer, Mrs Han. I have another appointment booked at 5," the priest whispered, but Jisung could still hear him, as he was standing right next to him. He'd already had a weird feeling that something might go wrong today when he got up this morning.

"He'll show up! I'm sure he's just late!" Jisung's mother answered. Jisung looked over to the door from where he stood at the altar. He couldn't say he'd particularly looked forward to this day, but he'd found a way to accept it. His fiancé was nice, and he figured that he might grow to love him one day.

He would show, right?

Finally, the church doors opened and Junghwan approached the altar. Jisung's mother made an excited noise and quickly scrambled back to her seat. The priest heaved a relieved sigh and got into position as well.

Junghwan came to a halt in front of Jisung, his expression uneasy. The weird feeling in Jisung's chest only intensified instead of vanishing at the sight of his soon-to-be husband.

"I'm sorry, Jisung. I thought I could do this. You know my parents' business means everything to me, but I can't marry someone I don't love," Junghwan explained himself. "You understand that, right?" he questioned, before turning to his parents who sat in the front row next to Jisung's. All four of them were looking at him with shocked expressions.

"I'm really sorry..." was all he said to them. Jisung felt anger boil inside of him.

"You asshole!" The priest clutched his chest in shock at the profanity. "You could have backed out at any given time, but you chose our fucking wedding day? Instead of being honest with me, I don't know, yesterday, when we last saw each other, you chose to humiliate me in front of everyone?"

"Jisung, I –"

"No, I'm not done yet! I wasn't happy about an arranged marriage either, okay? But I still believed it when you said that you liked me more than you'd expected! And now you pull up here with the 'I can't marry someone I don't love' bullshit?"

"I do like you –"

"Save it! You win, I don't want to marry you anyway. I almost threw away my life for this... for this business deal!" Jisung felt a calming hand on his bicep. He didn't have to turn around to know who it was, especially when he spoke up.

"Come on, Ji... let's get out of here," his best man and closest friend Changbin muttered, already dragging him along, past his shocked parents and friends. He silently thanked the older for stepping in, as he probably would have lost it in there. "I'll take you home," Changbin promised, pulling him towards his car. Jisung just nodded and followed his best friend without further words.