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1. First Date - Roses.
Roses should NOT be this heavy.
He had only been standing for a few minutes, so really he had no excuse for how much his arms were aching. He’ll blame it on nerves.
They had settled on a small, Italian restaurant for their first date - it was an inside joke from one of their first few times gaming together, so really it was a no brainer. Minho already knew exactly what he was ordering, having scoped out the menu beforehand, but now his mind was racing with what if’s… Such as, what if they don’t have any more fettuccine and what if the person on the phone was actually a scammer and we actually don’t have a reservation and Jisung thinks I’m so lame that he leaves me for Felix?
Luckily, his thoughts are short lived as an angelic voice gently sways upon the wind to reach him (read: screamed).
“Minho-hyung!”
Minho turned towards the voice, breath escaping him as he took in the smaller man. Jisung was wearing a tight, grey sweater with tiny jewels, accompanied by tight, black jeans and his signature chunky glasses. He was the most beautiful man Minho had ever seen.
Without saying a word, Minho shoved the bouquet into the arms of the approaching man, ignoring his ‘oof’ in favour of chattering.
“I know roses are cliche, but they’re cliche for a reason. Nothing says romance quite like them. For the future, though, do not expect me to stoop so low again. The next bouquet will have far more personality, I promise, I just thought - well, it’s a staple, you know? It feels right to start out with them because they’re kind of what you would expect from a first date and, well, you’ve never received a bouquet before so I thought-”
“Minho-hyung.”
Jisung’s eyes were wide, wet from unshed tears, his smile was trembling and his brow furrowed. “Thank you,” he whispered, “They’re beautiful.”
Minho blinked before smiling back. “Yeah. They are.”
2. First Anniversary - Lilies.
Minho was carefully re-adjusting the lilies for the tenth time in five minutes, re-settling them in their vase so they lay just right, when he heard the door open.
“Jagi! I’m home!”
“In here,” he called back, eyes never leaving the flowers.
Around the vase, the table was perfectly laid for a meal for two nerds. Dinosaur patterned plates, matching Marvel and DC kids cutlery, and leftover halloween napkins from the party they’d hosted a few months back. The only thing that was even slightly conventional was the flowers Minho was currently playing with.
Oh, and the five star, restaurant quality, gourmet meal Minho had cooked that was currently waiting to be served.
Jisung came shuffling in, eyebags heavy and his clothes rumpled after a long day. However, upon seeing the silly layout his boyfriend had made for him he quickly brightened up.
“Jagi!” he cooed, “This is so cute!”
Minho just grinned in response, tilting his head towards the other man, humming happily as he was awarded the kiss he was seeking. As they pulled away, he smiled softly at the smaller man.
“Happy anniversary, Sung-ah.”
Jisung blinked before frowning. “I’m sorry I was working.”
The elder waved him off, motioning him to sit as he began to plate up. “Don’t sweat it, bug. Today was never gonna be a big deal - we loved each other a while before we made it official, so really we could argue our anniversary has already been and gone.”
“Yeah…”, the boy sighed, settling into one of the two rickety chairs they owned. After stumbling onto each other that fateful day, it did not take long for them to merge their lives entirely - they’d moved in together after a month, opened a joint bank account after five months, and even became facebook official after seven. Despite the dual income, given they were barely making minimum wage they could barely afford a place for just the two of them. Hence the rickety chairs and low-key anniversaries.
“Besides,” Minho grinned, placing the food in front of them, “you can make it up to me when you become a big hot-shot producer.”
Jisung snorted, not hesitating to reach out for his hand once the older man settled into the chair in front of him. Smiling softly, Minho entwined their fingers.
He nodded to the bouquet. “Compliment the flowers.”
The younger man rolled his eyes dramatically. “The flowers look beautiful, Hyung.”
“Thank you,” he hummed, “Happy anniversary, Bug.”
Smiling so wide it hurt, Jisung squeezed his hand. “Happy anniversary, Hyung.”
3. Achievements - Sunflowers.
“Hyung, I’m gonna puke.”
“You’re not gonna puke, Bug”, he murmured for the third time that minute, his deft fingers gently tugging at the younger man’s tie.
“No, Hyung, I’m for real gonna puke. I can feel it coming up.”
Minho sighed, smoothing down the wrinkles the tie had left. His eyes flickered over Jisung’s slightly-green face, his eyes wide with panic, and smiled softly; it never failed to amaze him how the younger man was always so beautiful.
“You’re not going to puke,” he repeated, gently, “You’re going to go out there and stand proud. Your song was nominated! Yours! You made that! You should be proud.”
Jisung’s lower lip quivered slightly as he spoke. “But Hyung, what if I don’t win?”
Cooing softly, Minho leant up to place a soft kiss against his sweaty forehead. “Then you’re still a nominee. That alone is something incredible.” His hand gently traced down the smaller man’s cheek, thumb gently caressing the soft skin. His eyes found Jisung’s; calm and serenity meeting a raging ocean.
“Baby, I was there when you aced your music theory test. I was there when you first got your job at the studio. I was there when you got your first genuine writing credit and I will be here when you win your first major award.” He traced his thumb under Jisung’s eye before leaning down, kissing him softly.
This nomination had been a long time coming, in Minho’s opinion. Jisung had been working so hard for so long, helping to produce some of the best music he had ever heard. So when they’d heard that Jisung’s newest single had been nominated, only one of them had been surprised - and it hadn’t been Minho.
So now, here they were; suited up and ready for a big, fancy award show, ready to walk the carpet with some of the biggest names in music. Not nerve wracking at all. There was slight comfort in the fact that Chan and Changbin would be there, having also made their staple in the industry (even collaborating with Jisung on multiple occasions), but there was still a lot to worry about. Well, for Jisung to worry about. Minho wasn’t worried. He knew his boyfriend had this in the bag.
“Come on Jagi, we gotta go”, he smiled, twisting the younger man around and ushering him out of the room with a firm slap to the ass, earning a loud squeak and accompanying grumble. Before following him out, he quickly checked his phone to triple check the plans for later, determined for everything to run smoothly. Happy with the plan, he smiled before following his hamster.
Hours later they would return, award in hand, and Jisung would find a booming bouquet of sunflowers waiting to welcome him home, and he would smile so brightly he himself would rival the flowers.
4. Engagement - Tulips
Minho fears he is going to chop off his hand if it doesn’t stop shaking.
He’d received the message from Felix that they were on their way about seven minutes ago, and he hadn’t stopped shaking since. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to take a deep breath in… hold… and slowly release, repeating the action again and again, but no amount of grounding breathing techniques could distract him from the sound of a car arriving, crunching up the gravel to his right.
His eyes flew open, his stomach lurching as he watched his best friend and boyfriend (although, hopefully not for much longer) carefully climb out of the now parked car. Not for the first time, Minho finds himself being eternally grateful for the friendship developed between the two; not only was it a wonderful thing for your best friend and partner to get along, but it also made moments like this a hell of a lot easier. When Minho had told Felix that he was thinking of proposing, the blonde had squealed so loudly he’s sure he damaged his hearing… so, it was safe to say that he approved.
The crunch of the gravel beneath their feet announced their approach. Taking one last deep breath, Minho prepared himself for what was to come.
“Jagi?” Jisung asked, eyeing the grand arch behind him, beautifully entwined with wisteria and ivy, “What’s going on?”
“I’ll leave you to it”, Felix announced, shooting a knowing smirk Minho’s way, “give me a shout when you need picking up.”
Minho simply nodded, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge his departure. Felix knew how grateful he was, and he hoped he understood that he could barely bring himself to breathe right now let alone talk.
Jisung also didn’t acknowledge his departure besides a brief but confused glance in his direction. If Minho had the capability to look at his beloved he would see the wild, hopeful look in his eye, the nervous energy so clearly thrumming throughout his whole body as he took in his surroundings.
They were in a public garden, one they had been to many times before, had numerous dates and outings, and stood under this very pergola on a number of occasions. But never like this; never in the late evening, with the sun setting behind them, no other patrons around, just them and the flowers.
“Sung-ah,” Minho cooed, reaching his hand out to gently guide the mousy boy further into the garden. Heart racing, palms clammy, and faint in the head, Minho willed himself to stay focused. A gasp echoed from the man behind him as he figured out where Minho was taking him. In the heart of the garden was a small lake, with a small, wooden gazebo that overlooks it; it was Jisung’s favourite part of the whole garden.
They slowly approached, the cool air rustling their jackets, birds singing their final songs of the day. Neither of them could breathe as they finally reached the gazebo, the tension thicker between them than it ever had been, especially as Jisung took in the grand bouquet of tulips that lay waiting for them.
Minho adjusted Jisung so he stood in front of him in the heart of the gazebo, clearing his throat before he spoke.
“Han Jisung-”
“Holy shit it’s happening-”, Jisung interrupted, earning a snort from the older man.
“Yes, Jagi. It’s happening”, he smiled at him softly, taking a deep breath before trying again. “Han Jisung… you have been the best thing that has ever happened to me. Everyday I wake up with you by my side-”
5. Wedding Day - Baby’s Breath
“- and I thank the universe, every deity my mind can conjure, and I thank Roblox-”
He pauses as a ripple of laughter travels through their guests. Jisung - dressed in the most beautiful, graceful white suit, with a small, green pocket square matching his emerald green tie, with a tiny branch of Baby’s Breath hanging from his pocket - just smiled at him, rolling his already teary eyes fondly.
“- for allowing such a kind, talented, beautiful man to be in my life. I cherish every moment we share together, and will cherish every moment in our many years to come.”
Minho squeezed his hand softly from where they were clasped between them.
“And I thank you. Thank you for being my husband. And I swear I will spend the rest of our lives proving to you that you chose the right husband.”
A wet laugh startled out of the other man, squeezing Minho’s fingers back softly.
“I already know I chose the right husband, silly”, he wept, “I love you.”
Sunshine itself would look pale compared to the joy radiating from the older man at that moment. “I love you, too.”
The rest of the ceremony went smoothly, with an abundance of tears and stuttered promises to cherish one another, and before they knew it they were declared husbands for the whole world to see.
And, later that night, while Minho held his husband in his arms as they gently swayed, the eyes of all of their friends and families watching their first dance with awe and affection, he knew that if keeping Jisung happy meant buying him a new bouquet of flowers everyday for the rest of his life, then he couldn’t wait to be drowning in petals.