perfectly wrong

twenty-nine (epilogue)

- 3 years later -

"Come on Tommy, we're gonna be late!" Newt yells from the stairs while waiting for his boyfriend to come down.

Fixing his baby blue tie, Thomas took one deep breath before looking in the mirror in front of him. What he saw was someone that was extremely nervous, he could just sink into the floor. Why out of all people did Minho trust him with this? The brunette was grateful that he had trusted him with the huge role of best man but he couldn't help but feel anxious. He was afraid that his speech wasn't funny enough or was too boring so he spent the last two nights perfecting it. So through the sleep deprivation, he gave himself a reassuring smile. He could do this.

"Just a minute!" he shouts back as he grabs his piece of paper, tucks in the inside pocket of his blazer before coming out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

"Look at you." the blonde laughs, coming over to adjust Thomas' blazer, the same as Newt's. "You look soo handsome."

"I'm soo nervous, Newt. What if I mess up? Or I—"

"Thomas. You can do this. Minho wouldn't make you best man if he didn't think you could handle it. You will be brilliant, don't worry." Newt reassures him, placing a small soft peck on his lips.

Newt was right, he had to jitter away these nerves. He had to do this for Minho, he promised. As well, this was his sister's big day; he couldn't ruin her wedding.

"Thanks, babe. Now let's go before Teresa comes after us with her heel." the brunette laughs, taking the blonde's hand and leading him out of the door.

•••••

Everything was beautiful, both boys were astonished how perfect the room looked. Minho and Teresa didn't want an extravagant wedding (despite Thomas begging Teresa to do so), they settled for simplicity. Held in a small cottage, the room was lit with white paper lanterns and fairy lights. Scattered around the room were centrepieces consisting of white roses and veronicas. Everything was very minimalistic yet elegant, which was sweet because it represented their relationship.

Taking their place behind Minho (who wore the same suit as the two except with a bowtie than a tie), both Thomas and Newt could see the nerves radiate off their friend. Literally, the Asian was bouncing off his feet, Thomas had to hold him down for a few seconds to make him stop. It made Thomas feel slightly less nervous as he was more concerned about Minho.

"You okay there, buddy?" Newt asks and Minho nods frantically, taking a deep breath.

"Yeah yeah absolutely positively completely fine. Don't worry." he says with a huge smile.

Yep, he was flipping out. He knew that he was making a huge decision and he was certain that he wanted to marry Teresa but he was just scared. What if she runs off? Runaway brides are a thing and who knows? He could be left at the altar. Minho knew he was freaking out but he couldn't help it. All the possible consequences of his actions kept whirring in his mind, it was giving him a migraine.

"Minho, stop panicking. You're marrying the love of your life. Just imagine it to be just you and her and you'll be fine, trust me." he hears Thomas whisper in his ear and instantly, he relaxes.

Soft piano music filled their eyes and everyone turns their attention to the doors. First to come through is Laila, Teresa and Minho's little daughter, dressed in an over the shoulder, short, lavender two-piece chiffon dress who threw white rose petals across the floor. The two didn't plan to have the blue-eyed brunette but they are soo thankful to have this little bundle of joy in their life. Newt smiled at his sister who followed after her, wearing the same as Laila.