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Seungkwan bit his lip anxiously. His bowtie was too tight and his shirt had wrinkles. He hadn’t seen the cake but it probably had fallen over by now. The decorations may have been wrong. The flowers may have wilted. The table cloth may have been stained. Seungkwan couldn’t take it. He roughly ran his hand through his hair, slightly pulling at it.
“Kwan! STOP YOUR HAIR!” Mingyu yelled out, running up and smacking Seungkwan’s hand from his previously perfect hair. “Ah man, dude! Now I have to, oh gosh!” Mingyu muttered, getting ready to rearrange Seungkwan’s hair.
“Gyu, everything’s wrong! It’s all crap. I need everything perfect. Hansol deserves more! He deserves better!” Seungkwan rambled, his hands shaking and knees weak.
“Kwan, listen to me. I know you’re trying to say that you aren’t good enough. We’ve been through this already. He decided to do this because he loves everything about you. So, he loves you and you know it.” Mingyu consoled, fiddling with the ends of Seungkwan’s hair. “I know this is difficult for you and I get where you’re coming from, Woo and I had our own issues, but you need to understand that Hansol really does care about you and he loves every single bit of you. Even this flustered version of yourself. He loves it all, okay? So calm your shit down…” Mingyu stated, a clear conviction ringing in his voice.
“Yea..Yeah, okay. You’re right.” Seungkwan admitted
“I’m always right.” Mingyu stated. He tweaked Seungkwan’s hair one last time before stepping back to take a look at his work.
“Hmm, it looks good. Now don’t you dare touch it or I will make sure to ask Seungcheol to shorten your vacation!” Mingyu commanded, a stern look on his face.
“Gyu?! You wouldn’t… oh no, you would… Okay, okay! I promise, no more touching my gorgeous locks!” Seungkwan joked.
“Hey, Kwan, is the priest a strong man?” Mingyu asked.
“Um, maybe. Why are you asking?” Seungkwan replied, a bit of fear laced into his voice.
“Hansol’s gonna faint when he sees you,” Mingyu laughed, gently nudging his blushing friend.
o.O
“Yes, yes. I understand. This is an internationally acclaimed writer. Yes. Brilliant! Of course. Good bye.” Seungcheol ended the call and scanned the hall. It was big. It was surely grand. It was downright spectacular. It’s everything Boo wanted for his ‘precious chocolate solo’. Seungcheol was yet to understand that term of endearment. Then again he never understood anything Seungkwan came up with. He would have to remember to ask the love struck writer later. He, however did admire the creativity though.
In Seungcheol’s opinion, Hansol was a good person. He put up with the occasional lame joke and kept Seungkwan in line. His playful demeanor was hidden behind a steel wall that Seungkwan broke easily.
Seungcheol had created what was called a ‘ship name’ (according to his female coworkers) that he was quite proud of. Hankwan or Seungsol. He wasn’t sure which was better but he liked the concept.
It had been two years since Seungkwan bugged Seungcheol into hiring the same caterer for his second win. It had been two years since Seungkwan gave his heart away completely. It had been two years of third wheeling for Seungcheol. He was extremely happy that Boo was getting his work on time and he was overjoyed at the fact that he had time for himself. Only thing was he didn’t know what exactly to do with that time.
Some hoe, Seungcheol took to composing. Lyrics, poems and other artsy things he wasn’t all that used to. He had also made the mistake of sharing one of his compositions with Hansol. The guy was a brilliant rapper and an even better backstabber. He somehow got Seungcheol to rap what he wrote. Conveniently (Hansol that little…) Seungkwan walked in at that precise moment and demanded Seungcheol to rap at the reception under the stage name he had concocted on spot. S. Coups.
In a way, the name wasn’t all that bad (okay, it was completely cringe for a working man with a reputation!). There was a reason why Seungkwan had won so many awards, he had a way with words.
“Excuse me? Are you Mr. Choi?” A voice called out from behind Seungcheol. A pink haired dwarf stood before him carrying large bags of equipment.
“Yes I am, can I ask who you are?” Seungcheol inquired politely.
“No you can’t, where’s the DJ booth?” The man smirked cheekily.
“Ah, Mr. Boo did mention you had spunk, but I expected you to be older Master Woozi,” Seungcheol retorted, challenging the fiery little imp. (A/n master is used for males under the age of 16 in the place of mister.)
Woozi sent Seungcheol a glare. It quickly morphed into a pleasant grin. “Ah! I see this flourishing into something beautiful Coups!” Woozi called out while striding into the adjoining room. Seungcheol’s mouth dropped. Seungkwan didn’t!
o.O
“Hansol, you need to calm down!” Wonwoo called out from another room.
“Oh shit, dude I’m totally fucked!” Hansol yelled, trying to remove his stained dress shirt.
“Hansol, did I just hear you curse?” Jisoo reprimanded, walking into Hansol’s room holding a folded square of pristine white cloth. A cupcake in the other hand, a safe distance from Hansol’s salvation.
“NO I DIDN”T SAY ANYTHING HYUNG I PROMISE!! THANK YOU!” Hansol rushed, grabbing the shirt from the laughing man.
“Hey, Josh, where did you get that from?” Wonwoo asked curiously, eyeing the tiny cake.
“Well, you could ask the kind women outside. There was one asking for you. Maybe she’ll give you one too!” Joshua replied nonchalantly, a hint of laughter still in his voice.
Wonwoo shot up and ran out of the room, tossing an apology behind him. Hansol watched the wild Woo run off with longing. His tie lay around his shoulders, pitifully crumpled. Joshua walked up to the frazzled groom and helped set him straight.
“I know you love chocolate and I know you love Seungkwan but you need to hold yourself back a bit, from the chocolate. At least until the ceremony is over. I don’t have any more spare shirts,” Joshua chided. Hansol looked down at his now perfect tie.
“Yeah, it’s just. I’m no nervous…” Hansol mumbled.
“Hey, listen. Who was the crazy guy that desperately tried to get into a book event because his favorite author won something? Who’s the guy who decided to help the frazzled writer? Who was the guy who went and fell for him? Is he the same guy that spent a year trying to build himself up and attend all possible events? Is he the same guy that didn’t sleep at all because he discovered a coincidence he believed to be fate? The same on who’s going to stand at that alter and receive the most happiness imaginable. Many claim to have unfailing love but a faithful person who can find?” Joshua stated proudly
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“Ah, Joshua, stop quoting the bible. Are you sure you don’t want to conduct the ceremony?” Hansol questioned, a smile on his face. All worry dissipated into the cool autumn air.
“I thought it would take the entire thing to get you to smile, ah good. Now I can indulge in this cupcake.” Joshua chuckled.
“What cupcake?” Hansol asked, wiping the crumbs away from his mouth. Joshua’s jaw dropped.
o.O
Seungkwan had taken about half an hour last week. All of it went into learning how to tie his tie into a bow tie (a/n too many ties!!!) To say he had mastered it was an understatement. He would have gone around retying everyone’s ties if he could. The large oak doors were all that were left between him and his chocolate solo. The worst thing was all he could think of was whether or not his unobservant significant other would notice his tying prowess. He HAD spent some of his precious time on it after all.
The music started and the doors swung open. Happy faces and tears. But Hansol was all Seungkwan saw. He walked confidently down the aisle like had practiced. Hansol’s face was frozen in awe and Seungkwan was proud.
Seungkwan said his ‘I Do’ beautifully but it didn’t compare to Hansol’s velvety voice. Seungkwan swore he was going to melt on the spot. His knees had to be strong!
The rings were beautiful like Hansol’s smile. Seungkwan couldn’t take it. He would die before the kiss. He would wither away.
“Nice bow tie baby Boo,” Hansol whispered in his ears. That’s it. Seungkwan was going. He couldn’t takes it. The Pastor had to hurry before Seungkwan passed out on his most important day, or puked. Whichever came first.
“You may kiss the groom,” The pastor’s voice rang out and Hansol didn’t hold back. Seungkwan was all his.
The reception was eventful. Seungcheol was surprisingly talented and the DJ, Woozi was mind-blowing. There was some palpable tension between the two. It was something Seungkwan vowed to look into afterwards.
The speeches we heartfelt and to be honest, Seungkwan cried a bit during all of them. Hansol was with him throughout. Holding his hand tightly and occasionally running his thumb across Seungkwan’s knuckles. Rather than reassuring Seungkwan it sent him a bit bat shit crazy. Just a bit.
The food was amazing as usual. They were the same catering service that the publishing company hired after all. The smiles, laughs and tears. Everything Seungkwan felt, it was now shared by his one and only Hansol. Guess he wouldn’t be going it sol-o anymore.
Seungkwan felt like slapping himself after that.
Hansol looked over at his precious little boo. He seemed to be mentally yelling at himself again. Hansol chuckled and hugged his little spitfire.
Seungkwan held the bouquet nervously. He would throw it. Would anyone be there to catch it? What if he threw it too far? What if his noodle arms kicked it and he wouldn’t be able to throw it even a foot away.
Hansol looked into his worried eyes and sent him a reassuring smile. He could do it! Hansol believed in him so there was nothing to it! He did wish that they had rehearsed it though. Oh! What a time to realize a lack of planning!
Seungkwan had enough. He would just throw it.
And he did.
“Hey ow! What the fuuu… sorry uh… YAY!” A voice yelled out. Seungkwan turned to see a flushed Woozi holding the bouquet, petals in his hair. This was something he could work with. He sent a sly look in Seungcheol’s direction. Seungkwan’s editor didn’t know who to glare at. The little pink haired fireball or his nosy writer.
Seungkwan shrugged and skipped over to Hansol.
“You better hit that Kwan!” A voice called out, startling and embarrassing both males.
“What, uh, who?” Seungkwan stuttered.
“Who says I haven’t already?” Hansol yelled out, a cheeky smile on his face, laughter bubbled out of the crowd and Seungkwan turned red. He quickly jumped into his expensive car, plane tickets in the dash with an unknown destination. Hansol slid in next to him.
“Come on boo, let’s go somewhere.” Hansol drawled.
“If you don’t stop, ill melt again!” Seungkwan protested.
“Again? You’re so adorable Kwannie,” Hansol stated, placing a kiss on his forehead. “Want me to drive?” Hansol asked after seeing the dazed Seungkwan slump back in his seat.