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chan was drunk off his ass.
after the initial after party had stopped and they had eaten dinner and given speeches along with other things (since he was the best man in both of their cases, he gave one super long ass speech about the three of them and how they would stick together until the end. seungkwan had left his seat while he was speaking to hug him and cry. chan had also cried an unnatural amount during the couple’s speech, as the majority of it had mentioned him in some way.) chan took it upon himself to buy and drink as much as possible, since seungkwan and vernon were very occupied with guests.
by the time he made it back to them he had probably bought his entire savings worth of vodka (not even close, but he was drunk off his ass, he has no idea how much he drank) and was one second away from being a crying mess.
“chan, chan what’s wrong?” seungkwan was cooing at him, but one look at the older’s face sent him into a crying fit.
“oh god, god chan baby are you ok?” vernon rushed over, but even though both of the newlyweds were crowded around something, no one seemed to notice them, which chan was thankful for.
“hey, let’s get him somewhere else,” chan heard seungkwan say to his husband. god, it would never be not weird to refer to them like that. chan supposes he’ll get used to it. he wonders when that will be.
“no, no, no,” chan slurred. “i’m fine.” a giggle escaped.
“i’m feeling just fine fine fine,” he sang under his breath, and seungkwan huffed.
“come on vernon. let’s get him somewhere private,” vernon hummed in agreement and the two hooked chan’s arms over their shoulders, helping the inebriated man get outside the venue.
“channie, what’s wrong?” seungkwan brushed a tear off of his face after they sat down outside. chan could feel vernon hugging him from behind, chin on chan’s shoulder.
chan felt more tears run down his face, and he automatically went to twist his ring around his finger.
vernon looked up and took his hand, wiping the tears off of chan’s face as seungkwan grabbed chan’s hand.
“chan, seriously. tell us what’s wrong?”
chan’s brain was fuzzy. he couldn’t think, and vernon’s words barely registered to him.
“you,” he sniffed, “you two are married now. married ! i can’t—fuck—i have to stop doing this. i can’t keep doing this.”
the other two looked at him in confusion.
“doing what?” seungkwan asked, and chan looked at him just to see pure affection and confusion in his eyes.
“you can’t keep doing this either!” chan cried, “stop it!”
he pushed away from the other two, getting a full glance of their ring fingers.
both had their wedding bands on them, seungkwan’s gold and wrapped in intricate vine patterns with green gems embedded into the ring. vernon’s was a matching one, but with red gems instead of green. under those newly applied rings was a simple silver band. one on vernon’s hand, one on seungkwan’s hand, and one on chan’s hand.
chan let out a choked off sob.
“what...chan what are we doing? what’s going on?” seungkwan cried, wrapping his hand in vernon’s, presumably for comfort.
because that’s right. seungkwan and hansol were married to each other now.
“everything! everything is fucking wrong! i’m in love with the both of you and you just got fucking married! how pathetic is that? in love with your best friends for years and on the happiest day of their lives you can’t even be fucking happy for them for one goddamn second—” chan was cut off.
seungkwan pulled back.
“fuck, chan. we love you too,” he breathed out.
chan froze.
“you…you what?”
“we love you too,” vernon said, staring at chan with softness in his eyes.
“also,” he turned to seungkwan, “i thought that in college we agreed i’d be the first to kiss him!”
kiss..him?
“yeah, but it didn’t look like you were gonna do something, so i kind of just...did it.”
kiss him ?
“look seungkwan, you’re freaking him out!”
“no way, that’s totally you!”
“is not!”
“kiss me?” chan whispered, and they both turned their attention back to him.
“yeah, kiss you,” seungkwan said.
“why?” chan asked, “why would you want to kiss me of all people?”
“channie, we’ve been in love with you just as long as we’ve been in love with each other,” vernon cupped his face and turned their youngest towards them. “why do you think we gave you a ring?”
“best friends?” chan whispered.
“and more,” vernon finished.
chan felt another tear run down his face, and when seungkwan wiped it away it caused the flood gates to open.
“no, baby, don’t cry,” seungkwan cooed.
“h-happy,” chan stuttered through his tears, and vernon and seungkwan looked at each other and smiled, both embracing chan tightly, not wanting to let him go.
“you’re married. you’re going on your honeymoon tomorrow,” chan says into seungkwan’s shoulder.
“good thing we were planning on taking you with us anyway, and bought another ticket with ours. god knows we couldn’t last a week without you,” vernon laughed at seungkwan’s statement.
“as for the marriage, we’re all basically married anyway, and we can just buy you a ring. god knows you deserve it, and we’re basically married anyway,” seungkwan continues, and when chan calms down, the three re-enter the venue, dancing the night away to their heart’s content and looking forward to what the future had in store.