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“Fuck,” Namjoon choked out as he adjusts his tie in front of the mirror. His shoulder muscles tense up and ripples against his white button-up. “Am I sweating? Holy shit, I’m going to get armpit sweat stains.”
“Joon, calm do-”
“Jesus why was I blessed with huge pores?! I can literally see the sweat coming out of my forehead.”
Yoongi sighs from his position on the loveseat. He was sprawled out, head on the armrest and legs propped up on the small coffee table. His dark blue tie was neatly tucked under the grey vest, his raven-black hair neatly combed, and he was gleefully emptying the mini bottles of Vodka they provided at the room’s mini bar.
As the designated best man, Yoongi cracks open a new bottle of - Bourbon this time, because it was Namjoon’s favourite - and sticks his hand out, offering it to the tall Groom. He refuses it at first but does a once-over, eyeing the sinful bottle.
“Take it,” Yoongi demanded, giving Namjoon the look. “You need it before you start second guessing this entire wedding.”
“Shit you’re right,” he huffs anxiously and grabs it, downing the mini bottle in a gulp. Namjoon looks at his image again in the mirror and suddenly, his face crumbles. “Oh my god Yoongi, my pits are sweating! My pits are sweating. There’s a stain. Fucking hell I’m going to be a sweating pig in front of Jin.”
Yoongi chuckles at his flustered friend, shaking his head at how stressful weddings can be. And that is exactly why he detested it. Maybe detest is too strong of a word to describe his feelings towards it. A better vocabulary used would be: dislike, despise, loathe, abhor. On second thoughts, he’ll stick to detest. A lot of people would question him with fervor on why he hated weddings. And he’ll simply say,
“Weddings are the epitome of a pointless waste of money, materialistic desires, vexing relatives you haven’t met in years and in-your-face sickly-sweet romance.”
And then they’ll start to argue about how romantic it was and he’ll have to comment with repugnance just to get them off his back and it’ll end with a “You’re such a pessimistic asshole.” But here he was, not only attending a wedding but being part of one - as the best man. And it was all for his best friend, Kim Namjoon.
There was a knock on the door before Hoseok’s head pops in. “Guys, the other Groom is ready,” he informed them. “We’ve got to head out to the altar.”
A strangled whine escapes Namjoon’s lips as his knees weaken for a second. Yoongi had to scramble off the loveseat and hold onto his elbows to prevent him from falling. “Woah there cowboy,” Yoongi teased. “Don’t faint on me now.”
He could see Namjoon physically gulp before taking in deep breaths. “I can’t promise that I won’t faint out there.”
Amongst Hoseok, Namjoon and Yoongi, Namjoon was the one to easily go berserk over something. Physically, he was the manliest man Yoongi knew - with his broad shoulders, long legs, well-toned chest and handsome face. Heck, even Yoongi fell for him once upon a time. Mentally, Namjoon sounded like he was the non-fiction reborn of Dumbledore. So wise and always so annoyingly right. But emotionally, Yoongi swears that he’s actually a 16-year-old girl.
Yoongi slaps his cheeks as he starts hyping him up, “Dude, come on. Don’t go all prissy on me. Remember, you went out of your way to get yourself a handsome man. You grabbed your balls and got on one knee for this man. You fucking planned this son-of-a bitch and got through this man’s Groomzilla moments like a champion. Who did all those things?”
“I did.”
“I can’t hear you!”
“I did, for fuck's sake!” Namjoon yells with aggression as he grins, feeling the adrenaline pumping.
“Fuck yeah you did,” Yoongi echoes as he jabs a finger in his chest. “Now you’re going to go up on that altar with sweaty pits and big balls and take that man to be your husband!”
“Fuck yes I am! I’m goi-”
“Are you guys done screaming?” Hoseok interrupted their hype session as he pokes his head inside again. “Because everyone’s waiting and I can’t hold them any longer just so you can start a rally.”
“Don’t be a bastard,” Yoongi jokes with a smile. “The man’s getting married. Lay off.”
Hoseok flashes them his bright smile with his heart-shaped lips and cheekily giggles. “You know I love you Nams.” With that, his head pops back out like a turtle.
Yoongi helps him shrug on the grey blazer from the back and slinks his own on his shoulders. He silently thanked Jin for having good taste at picking out the wedding tux for both the grooms and the best men. If it was up to Namjoon, it would’ve been slacks and a loose white button up. They headed out the door and were soon greeted by Hoseok and their entourage - that included Namjoon’s parents, his stepdad, Jungkook (his younger step brother) and a few of his cousins as the groom’s maid.
Yoongi steps back and watches how his mother gushes over her son and how dashing he looks. She gets teary-eyed when the two fathers hold him in their embrace and exchange words of congratulatory, encouragement and support. His heart swelled - as rare as could be - as it played out. It wasn’t easy for Namjoon’s parents to accept that he was gay. But over time, they got comfortable with the idea and found that no matter what his sexual preference was, he was still their Sasquatch son who eats sandwiches with the crust cut off (Yoongi still calls him a baby for that). It also helped that Jin was one of the kindest and sweetest men they’ve met. And he can cook really well so that settled the deal with Namjoon’s parents.
“Alright guys,” the wedding planner trots over with a weathered smile. Yoongi could see the exhaustion behind her red lips. “It’s time to head to the altar. The other groom will be walking out in 5 minutes.”
A chorus of gasps and excited squeals echoed in the hallway as their entourage surged forward. Once they arrive at the outdoor altar, the guests briskly took their seats, ready to start the ceremony. Namjoon and Jin’s wedding was an intimate one, nothing too grand. They had about 100 guests, the ceremony held out on a cliff, overlooking the vast lands and the reception area was only a few steps away, shrouded by tall trees. Yoongi shrugs on his blazer just as the wedding planner gestures for the live band to start playing. From his position on the altar, he pats Namjoon on the butt and gives him one last encouraging thumbs up.
The live band strums the wedding march and everyone falls into a hushed silence as they crane their heads to the back, trying to catch a glimpse of the other groom. They play for a few more chords and then, Kim Seokjin arrives. He was beautiful and Yoongi was in awe. His dark hair slicked to the side, his makeup radiant-looking, his lips pouted in a shy smile and his bow tie perfectly perched on the sleek grey suit. Yoongi looks over to Namjoon and a smile creeps up on his face. His friend was simply put, dumbstruck. He could practically hear his heartbeat banging on his rib cage.
Namjoon and Jin had agreed to keep the ceremony short, skipping any unnecessary religious excerpts (it was too ironical to do so). Jin’s older brother, who’s officiating their wedding, recited James Kavanaugh’s “To Love Is Not To Possess” - a poem Namjoon was reading when he tripped over Jin’s leg at the park. They claimed that if it weren’t for that poem, they never would’ve met.
Soon after, they exchanged their vows with poetic words and then with shaky hands, they slide the rings on the other’s hand. And it was the most magnificent sight Yoongi got to witness. The band softly serenading the officiant’s blessing for the two to kiss and then the warm colours of the setting sun falling upon them like a halo. It was safe to say that everyone in the audience felt a magical spark when Namjoon and Jin kissed.
The ceremony ended with crooning and squeals, tears of joy and a ton of hugs. It seems that being a hugger ran in Jin’s family because as soon as the two grooms kissed, every single one of them enveloped Yoongi in a very, very tight hug that lasted for at least 10 seconds. He counted and it was 9 seconds too long for his preference. Despite getting suffocated by perfume-drenched ladies, Yoongi was glad that he managed to be the lucky few to be there.
“Dude,” he said when Namjoon walked up to him. Yoongi held out his arms and pulls him into a hug - this time willingly. “Fuck, I’m so happy for you.”
“Is it going to happen? Is Min Yoongi about to shed a tear?” Namjoon teases with a giggle.
If he was being honest, he was actually about to. But now that Namjoon’s loud voice got everyone’s attention, the single tear suddenly dried up. “I’ll shed a tear when you transfer back my $89,” he jokingly said.
The newlywed leads the wedding to the reception area, under large billows of white sheets that made up three big tents. Fairy lights were strung like webs across the tents, making a beautiful contrast with the darkening sky. As the guests find their seats, the Grooms took the time to say a toast.
Namjoon clears his throat and takes centre stage, with Jin right by his side, their arms linked around each other’s waist. “Dear Lord I made it,” he breathes and a chatter of chuckles flutter around the room. “I feel so very grateful to be blessed with people that love me regardless of who I am and what love is to me. Without any of you, be it my mother, my best friend or my newly titled husband, I don’t think I’d be here as strong as I am today and as proud of who I am. Thank you for always supporting me and Jin in our relationship and for being here.”
A roar of applause and whistles greeted Namjoon’s speech. And Yoongi wasn’t shy to say that he was one of the loudest. As his best friend of almost 10 years, Yoongi knew how much Namjoon had gone through and he was so proud of him for breaking through. Hell, he even went through it together with him. All the heartbreaking breakdowns in their college dorm room, the shitty boyfriends and breakups, the 2 am drinks in the bars and the days spent cooped up in their apartments just because they were too lazy to shower. They practically became brothers.
“We just want to thank everyone for supporting and loving us unconditionally,” said Jin as he fondly looks into Namjoon’s eyes. The room was silent at that moment, watching the two lovebirds with held breaths like it was the most fragile thing in the world.
“Oh, just kiss already!” Jungkook hollered with a big smile as he banged the table. Within seconds, everyone joined in, urging the couple to kiss.
Jin and Namjoon, now put under the spotlight, blushed so hard Yoongi could see the tips of their ears bright red. “Okay, okay!” Namjoon shouted back, waving the audience to quiet down. He brings Jin’s face closer, tilts his chin and gives him the softest kiss they’ve shared. The kiss felt different this time. It wasn’t the shy kiss they had when they arrived and it wasn’t the excited kiss they had back at the altar. To them, this kiss cemented their first step into married life.
The whistles get louder and more high pitched when Namjoon twirls Jin around and dips him, lips still attached. They laugh into their kiss before Jin buries his face into Namjoon’s neck, embarrassed by the attention.
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After the servers brought in the last course for dinner, Hoseok stands up and gathers the audience attention by clinking his champagne glass with a spoon. "Ladies and gentlemen," he starts. "It is time, for the best man's speech! Give an applause for Min Yoongi!"
The loud applause masked the choking sound that emitted from Yoongi. He had been chugging the last few drops of champagne when Hoseok made the announcement. Now, he knew that as Namjoon's best man, he had to make a speech during the reception. It was the only thing that bugged him for months, haunting him even when he was asleep. People were not his thing and so was talking. So when you put the two together and expect him to say a speech in front of at least a hundred people, it was like locking him in a room with his parents - while he's naked. But what he didn't expect was for his timed doom to come so fast.
Now all eyes were on him, anticipating for the speech. Yoongi didn't usually sweat but as of this moment, his pores were betraying him because he could feel the cold sweat on the back of his neck. He grabs Jungkook's full glass of Champagne and gulps it down, ignoring the younger's plea of protest. The fizzy sour drink buzzes him just enough to get his feet moving. And soon, he found himself standing in front of the live band, spotlight on him.
Getting queasy back at the table was nothing as compared to feeling queasy on the dance floor, with a hundred piercing eyes staring at him. Yoongi fishes out the folded paper from his back pocket and opens it up, scanning the short speech he had written days ago. His eyes flicker back to the crowd and his heart stopped. Oh, sweet Jesus, he groaned to himself, why did he agree to this? Just when he thought he was going to hurl all over the shiny dance floor, his eyes came in contact with the warmest looking brown eyes he had ever seen.
The eyes blinked - in slow motion, Yoongi swears on that - long lashes fluttering and then it lights up. Yoongi realised that the person the eyes belong to was smiling back at him. And oh boy, was it not disappointing to tear his eyes away to glance at the smile. Pouty, kissable pink lips spread wide. They looked so soft it could melt his heart. When those warm brown eyes and soft pink lips were put together, it created a face so handsome Yoongi could cry.
"Damn,' he breathed. And unfortunately, the mic was right at his lips, letting his slip of admiration be known to everyone.