biker boy || jongsang ✔️

you called me your fucking...angel

Jongho and Yeosang went back to sleep, gradually in separate beds this time and woke up around 6:00pm. "Hey Yeosang, why were you in my bed anyway?" Jongho asked Yeosang, who was on the couch doing whatever on his laptop. "Your wasted self pulled me into the bed and wouldn't let me go," "I would've thought you were one to try...harder." Yeosang shrugged. "I was tired as well and you give good...uh, cuddles?" Yeosang said, trying to sound as nice as possible. "By the way, what's the deal between you and your dad?" Jongho opened his mouth but then closed it. "It's really more personal stuff.." "Is it so personal that you would miss the wedding because he was there?" Jongho narrowed his eyes at Yeosang. "You don't get it." "But I want to." Yeosang closed his laptop and sat at the counter with Jongho. Jongho sighed heavily. "Heh, where should I start...let me get to the main idea. Daddy dearest was uh, well you know, he was ever so controlling. Now my mom was the 'oh set him free' type. My father wouldn't have it, threatened divorce her and what not. She stayed with my dad because she had no money to raise me on her own. One day I got home from school and saw her on the floor, she was shot several times. She...she died. I screamed so loud that the neighbors called the cops. My father was at work so he came over and was not even that devastated. As a matter a fact he acted so nonchalant about the situation, it was completely sick. He told me "It was bound to happen sometimes, your mother had debts that even I couldn't pay." Sick bastard....I beat him to death that night...He put me in a boarding school, and well it wasn't pretty. I moved out when I was 18, he wouldn't pay for my college and he took away my trust fund and cut me off. Now. I don't want anything to do with him. He ruined my life. Then he met San's mom. But she left when San was a baby so he thought he could make a buck or two out of him.. Boy oh boy did he do that alright. He's so sick it makes me sick. I don't even know why San invited him to the wedd-" Yeosang interrupted his life story with a hug. He squeezed Jongho and cradled him a bit. "I'm sorry.." Yeosang mumbled into the crook of his neck. Jongho pulled away from Yeosang, who had tears pooling in his eyes, making Jongho chuckle a bit. He wiped the tears away. "Today isn't a day to cry, especially not to cry sad tears." Jongho glanced at the clock and it was already 6:30pm. "Hey, we gotta get ready."

Now that they arrived on time, they found a parking spot. They walked through the front door and it was adorned with white streams and a few balloons here and there. There were vases filled with roses and a lot more tables with finger foods and such. The two walked outside and saw rows and rows of chairs, there was a gazebo. Wooyoung appeared behind the two. "Jongho, San for some reason wanted you to be best man, third floor to the room first room on the right. So go on, and Yeosang, obviously we're going to Yunho's room." Wooyoung pulled Yeosang inside and Jongho went on to find San. Jongho saw San getting his hair and makeup done. "Is dad gonna be here?" Jongho asked. "He's already on his way...please, just please don't make a scene. He is gonna walk me down the isle regardless.." Jongho scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Aren't you forgetting what he did to you?!" San sighed and gripped the sides of his chair. "Ladies, could you please give us a moment?" San asked nicely. The three woman with makeup brushes and combs nodded and shuffled out of the room. San spun around in the chair and faced Jongho. "I forgave him. You should try it sometime. He's gotten better Jongho, he wants a chance to be a better father." "He should've tried that seven years ago." "You're right, and he didn't. But he's trying to now, so please. Let your wedding present to me be that you don't fight with dad." Jongho crossed his arms over his chest and stared at San for a good minute or two. "Fine...but if he-" San didn't let Jongho finish, he just gave him a hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." Jongho smiled slightly. "I'll try."

"Should it be a bow tie or a regular tie....I should've planned before hand..." Yunho said, hastily putting a tie over his suit to get an idea. "I don't think San cares, you could wear a potato sack and he'd say 'I do'." Wooyoung said, tying the regular tie around his neck. "Where's Mingi?" Yunho asked. Wooyoung giggled a bit. "That's top secret information." He said. "Did you invite San's dad by any chance?" Yeosang asked. "Well San wanted to, he said that he's gonna walk him down the isle." Yeosang hummed. Mingi walked through the door. "Everyone's here~" He said in a sing song voice. "I'm gonna go greet everybody." Yeosang said, following Mingi out the door. Yeosang and Mingi ran down the spiral stairs. There were a lot of men there, probably San's exes. Yeosang walked up to a man that had red hair, it reached his shoulder. Yeosang tapped his shoulder. "And how do you know the two grooms?" "Ah, I was San's ex." He said, smiling down at Yeosang. "Yuta Nakamoto." He said, shaking Yeosang's hand. "How about you?" "I'm the grooms best man." Yeosang said. "Well it's very nice to meet you." Yuta said, kissing Yeosang's hand lightly. Yeosang pulled his hand away and raised an eyebrow. "The pleasure is all mine.." Yeosang saw an elderly couple and a boy behind Yuta. "Gasp! Mr. and Mrs. Jeong! Gunho!" Yeosang screamed, walking up to the three. Mr. Jeong chuckled and gave Yeosang a hug. "Very wonderful to see you again, Yeosang." Mrs. Jeong said with a warm smile. "Hey Gunho." The teenager rolled his eyes and looked at his parents. "Now, now, Gunho. We treat Sangie with respect, family or not." "Where is Yunho?" Gunho asked. "He's getting ready for the wedding." Yeosang said. "Right.."