✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐀 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
"to have and to hold, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, and 'til death do us part," yeosang pauses practicing his vows to pour himself a shot of whiskey to calm his nerves as well as light a cigarette which also helps him with the stress
"and even though it's weird why we have to get married at your brother's estate, i understand that they've covered the expenses," he mumbles with a scowl, leaning back into the chair as he blows out a puff of smoke and stare at his reflection
"who, by the way, looks like they're going to all eat me," he looks at the soft glow at the end of his cigarette
"but i will say that i am somehow glad to be a part of your moderately fucked up family." he takes another inhale of the nicotine filled stick, feeling the bitter smoke fill up his lungs
"moderately?" yeosang smiles a bit when he sees his soon-to-be husband's reflection on the mirror of his vanity
"you're being a tad generous there, babe." yeosang puts out his cigarette on the ashtray as he gets up, showing san all his glory
"wow, you look absolutely divine," san approaches him, eyeing him from top to bottom, he was dressed in all white, a high-collared lace top which had a dainty ribbon adorn his neck, a white suit jacket as well as white pants and white shoes, completely contrasting from san who was in a velvet maroon suit with an black inner shirt and in san's eyes he cannot believe he was marrying a thing of beauty, he was like a direct descendant of aphrodite.
yeosang leans against the window, giving san a sensual look as he notices how the younger looked at him
"we should get down there," san suggests, taking yeosang's hand in his and they slowly turn to the growing crowd in the garden of the wealthy kim household, san's childhood home.
"your older brother looks like he's going to a funeral," yeosang jokes and their eyes go straight to hongjoong who was decked out in all black, except for his hair which was blood red "hm, he hates me." yeosang deadpans which san immediately interjects
"no, baby, hyung doesn't hate you!" he holds his shoulders, looking deeply into his eyes
"san, he thinks i'm after your fame and fortune." yeosang says as he rolls his eyes, san raises his brow and smirks "well, aren't you?" yeosang gasps, hitting san on the chest
"i'm joking baby, but just give it time, my hyungs are just overprotective of me, since i'm the youngest." yeosang hums lightly, he understands how close the brothers were, with him and wooyoung being adopted and hongjoong and yunho were blood brothers, yeosang understood why they were protective of san, he's their baby and now someone is coming to take him away from them.
"you're the first person i've ever been serious with, the first person i ever taken home and on top of it all, the one i am marrying." yeosang can't help but stare at san's lips as he spoke, how kissable and cherry-like they are and just leans forward, pecking his lips
"babe, i was being serous here." san laughs but also giving yeosang a kiss "who cares what they think though." san leans further down, biting at the exposed skin of yeosang's neck
"well, they're your family so i care what they think, i just want them to accept me." yeosang tries not to moan as san holds a tight grip on to his waist, just how yeosang liked it, a bruising grip
