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"We’re running out of time.”
Yoongi runs a finger on the table, smooth and brand new. He frowns when he suddenly feels a small bump on the edge. He taps it twice.
“I got it, don’t worry. ”
He feels four pairs of eyes on him. He counts all the chips on the table. A hundred and twenty thousand US dollars worth, easy. His thumb plays with the edges of his cards, faced down on the table.
“Hey, Mister.”
“We have a schedule to follow, everyone,” Hoseok reminds them.
“Vault should be behind the secret compartment in the metal drawers.
Seokjin huffs. “What metal drawers?”
Yoongi flicks his eyes forward and looks at the man who called out his name.
“Yes?” Yoongi replies. The man removes the cigarette between his teeth and blows out a smoke. “You’re gonna fold or what?” he grunts at him. He’s got that maniacal glint in his eyes, bloodshot and almost bulging. This guy’s a casino frequent, and has grown too cocky overnight. Yoongi decides he’s going to lose more than just a hundred thousand dollars tonight.
“Ah, shit,” Jimin hisses.
“Relax,” Yoongi says, and the guy scoffs. He doesn’t have to know the message isn’t for him.
“What’s the code again?” Taehyung asks, panic seeped in his words.
“061313,” Namjoon says.
Yoongi waits. He counts the seconds, the chips, the cards on hand.
“I’m in,” Seokjin says.
Yoongi pushes all his chips forward, “All In.”
The man on his right gives out a low whistle. “I’m out,” he says. Yoongi counts the seconds before the woman to his left folds as well.
The guy across him grits his teeth, trying to find his tell, flicking his eyes on Yoongi’s hands, his face, the chips, even the way his shoulders move. He narrows his eyes and Yoongi doesn’t do anything else but to stare back.
“I fold.”
“Looks like dinner’s on you, Suga hyung.”
Yoongi lifts his hands and shows his cards.
“God damn it!”
He laughs derisively as he collects his chips, leaving his cursing opponents behind just in time. After exchanging his chips Yoongi walks through the casino floor, weaving through throngs of tourists, guests, and frequent visitors. He eventually reaches the quieter end of the building, to where more sober people are.
He continues to walk until something makes him stop.
The rings must be something special, for them to catch his eyes. Yoongi suddenly wonders, because they aren’t even that unique. White and gold bands intertwined, glinting under the glass case. He makes a detour and goes inside the store.
He’s really not sure why he needed the rings, just knows he has to get it.
“Where are you, Suga hyung?” Hoseok asks.
“I’m almost there, I just took a little detour,” Yoongi answers as he walks out the store.
He passes by a drunk couple and their friends on their way to the chapels. They don’t know what they’re going in to, he thinks. He scoffs at them but continues to walk, eager to end this day on a relatively peaceful note.
Yoongi reaches the place they’re supposed to meet five minutes before their designated time. He plays with the small velvet box in his jacket pockets, a little unsure of what to do with it. Maybe he should’ve just picked it up before their flight tomorrow evening.
Namjoon arrives first, taking off his Elvis Presley wig and top as he enters the room, but not before Yoongi is able to take a photo of him. Jeongguk arrives next, laptop tucked under his arm and carrying a paper bag which seems to be full of chips on the other.
“Where are the others?” Yoongi asks, looking at his watch. As if on cue Taehyung runs by the doors, almost missing it altogether. “Has it started already?” he asks, wide-eyed and slightly panicked.
“It better not,” Hoseok follows right after.
“What are those in your hands?” Jeongguk asks him. Taehyung lifts the paper bags. “Champagne! And also party hats!”
Yoongi frowns. “Isn’t that a little bit over the top?” he asks.
Taehyung gapes at him. “But we need to celebrate!”
Before Yoongi can ask why, exactly, they hear a noise coming from the ceiling, and Yoongi looks up to see on panel being pried off. “I’m here!” Seokjin comes from above and slowly rappels down right in front of Yoongi.
“You’re late ,” Yoongi pouts at him.
“I’m sorry,” Seokjin unbuckles the rope around his waist and reaches for the back of Yoongi’s neck, pulling him gently for a kiss, breathy from his time at the closed in vents.
“I underestimated how wide my shoulders are. It was hard to move inside.”
“Show-off,” Yoongi scrunches his nose, and Seokjin gives him another peck.
“Yeah, how about work first before kissing, huh?” Namjoon interjects. Yoongi wants to point out to him how Taehyung is currently practically wrapped around his waist, giving him a backhug. Seokjin giggles and apologizes as he hands Namjoon a black leather notebook. The rest gather around him as he opens it. Hoseok lets out a low whistle.
“This is--”
“This,” Namjoon cuts Jimin off, “is what we came for. And now we need to leave.”
“They already found about the ledger,” Jeongguk’s informs them as he presses on the keys on his tablet. He’s sitting on one of the pews and has his eyebrows in a scrunch. “They’re going to lock down this whole building soon.”
A woman wearing a simple suit enters the chapel. “Excuse me?” she asks. “For… Kim Seokjin and Min Yoongi?” she asks in English. Taehyung welcomes her with a smile. “Yes, yes, that's our party!” He pulls her into a corner and starts mumbling to her.
“Why did she just use our real names?” Yoongi asks Namjoon in Korean, who only frowns at him. “What else is she going to use?” Namjoon replies, and before Yoongi can ask the woman is already leaving and Taehyung is tucking a folder under his arms.
“Let’s start then!” he tells them.
“Why are you doing this instead of her?” Seokjin asks, a frown etched on his face. Yoongi mirrors him and turns to Taehyung as well.
“Do you not want this to be personal? I mean, it only makes sense, right? Don’t worry, I got this,” Taehyung assures them.
“We’re running out of time, guys,” Namjoon warns.
The rest scatter around them, and Yoongi wonders why they’re all being too giddy today. It’s not even a huge mission, they all just wanted to go to Las Vegas, wanted a little vacation. Yoongi wanted to say no to the job, but then Seokjin muttered something about watching Cirque du Soleil and that’s all it took -- really, he’s only realizing how whipped he is -- for him to say yes .
Seokjin takes Yoongi’s hand and pulls him in front of the altar. Taehyung stands in front of them, wearing Namjoon’s previously discarded gold blazer. Yoongi raises an eyebrow when Hoseok and Namjoon come out with matching black ribbons to make them both wear.
“What-- ”
Hoseok pouts as he puts the ribbon on Yoongi. “You don’t get to say no to this, hyung.”
“This is all too much, you know,” Yoongi tells him, but his tiny protests go ignored. Taehyung clears his throat, and he starts the ceremony.
“We are all gathered around here to witness something truly beautiful,” Taehyung says, looking at Seokjin and Yoongi. “You know, when I first met Yoongi hyung I thought he was this smart genius, but I also thought he’s the kinda guy who will keep on having one night stands for the rest of his life--”
“Taehyung! ” Jimin yells. “What the hell?” Hoseok says.
“We’re in a sacred place!” Taehyung huffs back at them.
“Christ, just get back to the ceremony!” Seokjin scolds him, not noticing how Yoongi’s been quiet despite the obvious blow to his character.
Yoongi shouldn’t feel nervous about this. It’s fake , he tells himself as Seokjin smiles at him, enveloping his hands in his. It’s a ruse, a way to escape the casino strip without getting caught, without their target figuring it out, right under his nose. The wouldn’t have done it this way, but the other plan Namjoon has required them to go swimming with sharks in Hawaii. He and Seokjin suggested this one. It’s way easier, albeit cheesy.
“Our brothers here,” Taehyung continues after clearing his throat, “what they have is so beautiful. We can only wish the same thing for ourselves.”
Taehyung really took his time with this speech, Yoongi would give him that. Yoongi tells himself to stop smiling but he couldn’t, and so he doesn’t. Maybe it’s good practice.
“You can now say your vows,” Taehyung instructs. Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Do we have to?”
Hoseok boos him. “Of course you do, you secret giant baby.”
“Fine, fine, I’ll go first!” Seokjin laughs and takes Yoongi’s attention back to him. “Keep it short,” Jeogguk advises, but the other four just hiss at him. “We’re on a deadline here!”
Yoongi doesn’t realize he’s not paying attention to any of it, just busy looking at Seokjin and the adorable blush on his cheeks.
“Well, uh, I love you, Yoongi?” Seokjin starts. "No, no. No question marks. I love you. I'm sure of that."
Yoongi wonders how hard he can bite the inside of his cheeks without making them bleed.
“I’d like to wake up next to you every morning, for the rest of our lives, if that’s okay with you,” Seokjin says, tone stuck between soft and shy. Yoongi looks up and tilts his head to the side. He nods and tightens his grip. “Yeah,” Yoongi whispers back, “I’m cool with that.”
“So beautiful!”
Both Yoongi and Seokjin turn just in time to watch Hoseok just burst into tears, burying his face in Jimin’s neck. Jimin embraces him and pats him in the back. “It’s okay, Hobi hyung, it’s okay.”
“What is wrong with you?” Seokjin asks. Hoseok removes himself from Jimin’s hug. “It’s just -- I never thought this would happen, you know? Just. It’s so beautiful. This marriage of yours. I’m so proud of you two!” he exclaims. Yoongi turns to tell Namjoon to tell Hoseok to shut up, but he finds him getting emotional as well.
“What the hell, Namjoon.”
“Don’t make me talk now, hyung,” Namjoon closes his eyes and shakes his head. “I’ll make my Best Man speech later when I’m drunk.”
“Will you all just let me continue this ceremony?” Taehyung complains from behind them.
Seokjin giggles at the chaos. “A fake wedding doesn’t need a best man speech.”
And just like that, everyone stops. Silence envelopes the entirety of the small Las Vegas chapel. The only one who doesn’t seem to care much is Jeongguk, too immersed in his tablet, putting in codes and tracking their targets.
“Guards on our floor now,” he breaks the silence as he looks up from his computer. “Wait what’s going on?”
The other six ignores him and they start talking above each other. “What fake wedding?” Jimin asks Seokjin, mouth agape. Hoseok lets out a noise that’s between a shriek and a gasp.
“What?” Yoongi asks right back.
“WHAT ?!” Tahyung practically bellows in their ears. “This isn’t a fake wedding.”
Yoongi freezes, unable to respond. He’s told them he’s going to kick them out of the group if they even dare to pull of a prank in the middle of a mission. They all know it. Even Seokjin knows that.
Realization hits him like a truck.
This is why they were all so excited about flying, celebrating and teasing them about a honeymoon. Jimin kept on wiggling his eyebrows at him whenever they talked about the plan. Hoseok kept on asking him if he had a registry because he doesn’t know what to get them. Taehyung asked him once if they’re gonna have a ceremony in Korea too. Namjoon took him to a bar, said it was his special bachelor’s party, and ended up getting drunk before he did. Jeongguk said he’s moving out after they came back from the mission, because he doesn’t want to be a third wheel for the rest of his life.
Because they all knew it was real.
Except for the two of them.
“What do you mean it’s not fake,” Seokjin scoffs, Yoongi’s hand still in his. “We planned this, this is part of the plan.”
“Yeah, that you and Yoongi agreed to! You suggested this!” Namjoon finally speaks, eyes round and accusing. Yoongi’s head starts spinning. If it weren’t for Seokjin holding his hands, he’s pretty sure he’s going to need to sit down.
Seokjin. Yoongi looks at their hands intertwined together. He follows the fingers around his, up the strong arms and the broad shoulders, upwards that beautiful neck, and finally to his face. Yoongi stares at Seokjin.
“... I would not have gone through all the fucking mess of getting licensed in this country if I was going to officiate a fake wedding,” Taehyung fires rapidly, waving the folder which probably contains their very real marriage certificate in his hands. There’s so much noise and Yoongi wonders how voices of seven people can fill a small chapel that easily, but it’s not like he’s listening.
“We’re all going to die !” Jeongguk yells loudly as he whips his tablet screen around so they can see how men are about to approach the chapel they’re in.
“Oh shit,” Seokjin whispers under his breath and he finally looks back at Yoongi. “What - what do we do?” he asks him.
“Let’s get married, then,” Yoongi blurts out. It’s Seokjin’s turn to freeze where he stands. It’s probably not the answer he was looking for. “I mean. Not like you have to, I just-” He lets go of Seokjin’s hands to rub the back of his head, cheeks flaming red. Yoongi shoves his hands in his jacket pockets. He looks up at Seokjin when his fingers hit the velvet box, almost forgotten.
“Yoongichi, are you sur-- what the hell is that ?” Seokjin stares at the box in his hands.
“I bought it,” Yoongi replies blankly. “I mean-”
“I thought you thought this was a fake wedding.”
“I did.”
“Then why--”
“Wedding now, proposal later !” Namjoon practically yells, holding and shaking the tablet in his hands. Yoongi turns to stare at Seokjin, eyes wide and unsure of what to do. Seokjin tries to calm him down as he massages his thumb with his hands. “It’s okay Yoongichi, Taehyung can--”
“I really love you. I’m all in. I’m never letting go of you, ever again,” he says, urgency present and singing in his tone.
It’s all Yoongi needs to say, anyhow.
“You know, if you don’t mind,” he follows quickly right after. Seokjin’s eyes glisten with tears, he bites his lips, and ducks his head low. “Aw shit, you made him cry!” Taehyung scolds him, but he himself doesn’t try to hide the shaking in his voice. Hoseok cries even louder and Jimin actually shushes him. Jeongguk, despite his obvious panic, manages to take pictures. Namjoon wipes his tears on his sleeves and mumbles something about something getting in his eyes.
Yoongi, as promised, doesn’t let go. His heart beats loud that he can’t hear anything else, and he’s pretty sure he won’t be able to unless the next voice he hears is Seokjin’s.
“Yeah,” Seokjin sniffles as he finally looks back up at Yoongi, a tear escaping from his eyes. “I don’t mind. Not at all.”
Yoongi is practically shaking as he puts the ring on Seokjin’s finger. He can’t believe this is happening, he can’t believe this is real. “God, I’m shaking,”
Seokjin giggles and sniffles at the same time. Yoongi shakes his head. “Me too, look,” he replies.
“Aww, that’s gonna be them in fifty years,” Jeongguk notes, which actually makes Hoseok cry even louder.
“And with the power vested in me by this wonderful country,” Taehyung manages to blubber in between his tears, “I pronounce you husbands for life.”
“Now!” Jeongguk instructs.
“You may kiss the love of your life.”
Yoongi smiles as he looks at Seokjin, and he wonders how he even happened to him in the first place. He’s absolutely glowing, despite his tear-stained cheeks and eyes threatening to swell. Yoongi reaches for the back of his neck and pulls him down hard for a kiss, his other hand wrapping around his waist, turning him until his lips are on his. Seokjin puts his arms around him, kissing him as he laughs, as he cries, as he breathes.
None of them hear the chaos ongoing outside, at how fifty suited men run around the floor and the entire casino looking exactly for Seokjin and Yoongi, banging doors open left and right. Five men pass by their chapel, squinting to see through the popping champagne, the confetti, and at Seokjin and Yoongi, wrapped around each other in a deep kiss, not intending on letting go at any moment. They take five seconds before they leave to pursue criminals they're never going to find.
“You’re married, you’re really married!” Taehyung yells. Yoongi fakes a groan as the other five attack them with hugs, and he's unable to to distinguish Hoseok’s crying from Jeongguk’s laughter. When Seokjin and Yoongi finally pull away they've almost forgotten how they're actually still on a mission. Champagne glasses are filled, confetti are picked from the floor and thrown at each other's faces, and more kisses are shared as they confidently walk out of the casino.
“I can’t believe this,” Seokjin whispers in Yoongi’s ears, hands around his neck. The sun is setting along the beautiful Nevada strip.
“Hmm, I can actually,” Yoongi answers as they walk down the boulevard, waving at the camera Jeongguk points at them.
Seokjin scoffs. "Jackass."
"Your jackass for life, you mean."
Seokjin laughs and holds his hand, and Yoongi never lets go.