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Sope - To Have and To Hold

Contains:

- marriage

- fluff

- slight smut (not a full scene, just the start of it)

Plot: 

"Woah,"

Yoongi turns around, startled by the voice. His fiancé's standing in the doorway, clad in his blue suit and black shirt, smiling proudly. "I- You're not supposed to-" he stammers, clearly flustered.

The younger steps closer, interlinks their fingers, and makes a soft hushing sound. "It's okay, babe." he consoles, pecking his forehead. "It's an old superstition, remember? We talked about this."

"R-Right... F-From when opposite-sex marriages were arranged and the bride and groom wouldn't have met beforehand..."

He makes the sound again, smiling warmly. "Relax, take a deep breath."

"I just..." Yoongi sighs. "I didn't wanna mess anything up..."

"I know," says the taller, tone dripping with sympathy as he caresses his soon-to-be-husband's cheek. "But nothing's gonna stop today from happening. I'm marrying you, come hell or high water."

The latter gives a hum. He sounds... almost uncertain, like he's doubting that what Hoseok said is true. There's a brief silence, before he nods and squeezes his boyfriend's hand tightly, letting a faint smile grace his lips as he takes a breath to try and calm down. "Why are you in here anyway? I thought you were getting ready with Jimin."

"I wanted to come and check you were doing alright."

"You thought I'd get cold feet, didn't you?"

"No, I..." Hoseok looks down, then back up, and chuckles nervously. "Alright, maybe a little bit, but I also wanted to ask if you and I could do something."

"Which is?"

"Can I kiss you? I know it's unorthodox to do it before the wedding, but - for everyone's sake - we'll have to keep it PG when we go out there."

The elder hums again, almost as if to say 'go on'.

"But since we're alone, I want to be able to have something special where we don't have to hold back."

Silence again. The brunet nods and steps closer, hands making their way to Hoseok's shoulders and the other male's coming to rest on his waist, as the two of them share a slow kiss. Yeah, Yoongi has to stand on his tiptoes to be able to reach, and Hoseok has to bend down a little, but that doesn't matter. What matters is love, and nothing but love.

"You're so handsome," whispers the ebon, admiring his fiancé with a grin. "I love you so damn much."

Yoongi hugs him tightly, clutching his biceps. "I love you too, Hoba." he whispers back. A third silence fills the room, but it isn't awkward. Not in the slightest. Just peaceful.

"Want me to leave so you can finish up?"

"No, I'm done." mumbles the smaller. "Just wanna stay with you for a couple minutes."

"Alright, Yoon. We don't have long till the wedding starts though."

"Mhm, I know."

So they stand there for a bit. Not speaking, not moving, just holding one another. Breathing together, existing as one entity. Time seems to slow, each second stretching out to feel like a year, but neither of them particularly mind. This is nice. Just to be there for each other, with each other.