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“At this point, you should just get married, hyung!” Jimin’s eyes twinkle with mirth and his cheeks are flushed from the alcohol, but his smile is sweet. A little teasing.
“In Las Vegas you can get married in a drive-thru,” Yoongi shrugs.
Taehyung and Namjoon continue to loudly discuss the ‘ Yoongi marry me’ comments and everyone follows along with the conversation, all except for Jimin. He’s too busy looking at Yoongi with his eyebrows raised.
“Seriously! Anyone can get married at a drive-thru, any age or gender! And you can cancel it the next day, or I think it’s like two days?” Yoongi continues completely unaware of Jimin’s gaze, and yet his hand subconsciously lands on the younger’s thigh.
Namjoon looks up at that.
“So what if someone’s like, I’ve thought about it and I don’t think this is a good idea anymore? And they’re like, I had too much to drink.”
“That actually happens often,” Yoongi hums and takes a sip of champagne.
By the way Namjoon is rambling, they’ve all probably had too much to drink. A vlive is not exactly the place to be discussing this topic, Yoongi realizes.
“We’re just going with the flow of the conversation, starting with ‘Yoongi marry me’,” Jungkook reminds the fans watching at home.
Yes, thank you, Jungkook.
“-It’s like you enter the drive-thru, and then reverse and exit,” Namjoon laughs, continuing. Hoseok and Jungkook giggle beside him.
Jimin is still looking at Yoongi.
“Anyway, I just wanted to mention that fact,” Yoongi concludes, draining the rest of his glass and sitting back, letting the topic shift back to the Grammys.
~~~
Later that night, Yoongi is brushing his teeth when there’s a knock at his door. He spits and quickly rinses the cinnamon toothpaste out of his mouth.
Checking the peep hole to make sure it’s not a stranger, he tugs the handle open to find Jimin dressed in joggers and a white t-shirt, his face bare and dark hair still wet from the shower.
“Hi, hyung. Can I come in?” he asks in a small voice.
Yoongi nods, “Sure, Jimin-ah,” and steps back to allow Jimin into his room.
Their hotel rooms in Vegas are on brand with very suggestive pictures of strippers on the walls. The members had all sent pictures in the group chat when they first got here and laughed for hours. Yoongi wasn’t particularly impressed.
The younger flops down onto his back on the bed and begins to bounce his knees rhythmically, staring at the ceiling. He fidgets absentmindedly with his left earring and flexes his fingers, curling and uncurling them.
Yoongi cleans up and packs away the rest of his things before joining Jimin on the bed, leaving a small space between them in case Jimin needs it. He can tell that he’s nervous, and sometimes Jimin doesn’t want Yoongi to touch him when he gets this way.
Yoongi waits patiently. Encouragingly.
“We should get married,” Jimin suddenly sits up and blurts out, blinking rapidly.
A pause. Yoongi opens his mouth and closes it. Stares at Jimin. Doesn’t breathe.
“Are you-,” he starts, and stops. He was about to ask if Jimin is still drunk, but the sheepishness in the younger’s face has him realizing that he’s totally serious. “Is this about what I said during the vlive?”
A flush creeps across Jimin’s cheeks and he ducks his chin.
“Is that not what you meant when you brought it up?” he hesitates.
Yoongi, recovering from his shock, shakes his head and smiles, lifting and turning Jimin’s chin so he can look him in the eyes. The younger’s are glassy, and Yoongi’s heart aches before he leans forward to press their lips together.
It’s chaste and so soft it’s barely there, but Jimin relaxes into it anyway. He sighs and grips Yoongi’s wrist tightly, like he’s afraid to let go.
“It is what I meant, yes, but I was half-joking,” Yoongi answers honestly against Jimin’s lips. He drags his thumb across a cheekbone. “We’ve had this conversation before. Polyamorous marriage isn’t legal, even in the US.”
“Oh. Yeah,” Jimin pouts, melting into Yoongi’s chest. “I just thought-”
“I know, baby,” Yoongi sighs, sliding his hand around to rub the back of Jimin’s neck where his moon tattoo peaks out above his shirt collar. And he does, he understands. Yoongi wants to marry them, too. As long as they’ve all been together, they practically are already, in every way except by law.
They couldn’t do it even if it was possible, anyway. Marriage records are public, and to the outside world the seven of them are still just a band. Best friends. Coworkers. Any legally binding contract would be out of the question.
Yoongi furrows his brows. Maybe that’s it.
“What if it wasn’t legally binding?”
Now it’s Jimin’s turn to look shocked. And maybe a little confused.
“Huh?”
“I mean, we couldn’t do it legally anyway, even if it was possible. People would find out,” Yoongi explains. “I don’t know if it’s possible, but what if we could just- go through the motions? Find a place here that would do a ceremony anyway, and keep it quiet, even if it’s not legally binding?”
Jimin’s eyes are shining again.
“Do you think we could? Actually?”
Yoongi looks at Jimin carefully, and his pulse quickens.
“I don’t know. Let’s talk about it tomorrow. Stay with me?”
The two of them curl up together under the thick hotel sheets, and after a soft “Love you, hyung,” Jimin is out like a light.
But Yoongi, he stays awake for much longer, thinking. What’s a Grammy, when he already has everything he needs? He has six people who love him, who he couldn’t imagine his life without. The fame and the glory, it means nothing without them.
So, what if they could get married? Eventually lulled by Jimin’s deep, slow breaths, Yoongi falls asleep to the thought that if he can find a way to make it happen, he’ll do it. For them.
~~~
They don’t have rehearsals until the afternoon, so Yoongi wakes up late the next morning to another knock at the door and the sweet smell of coconut from Jimin’s hair. They had all agreed that a half day was in order, especially after all of the rigorous preparation for the Grammy stage and the night itself. They deserve some rest, some more than others.
Grumbling quietly, trying not to wake Jimin, Yoongi makes his way to the door and checks the peep hole.
Figures. Where one soulmate goes, the other isn’t far behind.
“Morning, Yoongi-hyung,” Taehyung greets him with a kiss on the cheek and two bags of food. “I brought you and Jiminie breakfast.”
“Tae, baby, I could kiss you so hard right now,” Jimin’s sleep-addled voice calls from the bed.
“Hungover? I brought painkillers too if you need them.”
“I am so in love with you,” Jimin hums, accepting a sweet, lingering kiss from Taehyung before propping himself up and reaching into his paper bag.
“Thanks, Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi says, and sits down in the chair at the desk to unpack his own delicious smelling food. Pancakes. American hotel breakfast style.
Taehyung beams and flops down face-first on the bed beside Jimin, launching into a retelling of how Jin tried to get Jungkook to feed him at breakfast.
“He was like, ‘Be a good dongsaeng,’ and Jungkookie was all like, ‘Your right hand is perfectly fine, hyung. You know, the one you eat with? Why can’t you do it?’ and then Jin-hyung’s ears went all red because apparently Hobi-hyung was holding his good hand under the table and he just didn’t want to let go.”
Jimin explodes in a fit giggles.
“Ah, cute hyungs! I hope Jungkook fed him after that.”
“Oh, he did. He only complained a little.”
Yoongi smiles as the three of them fall into a comfortable silence. He takes a bite of his pancakes and the syrup is too sweet, but at least there’s fruit, too. The strawberries are good and tart, the way he likes them.
“How’d you know where I was?” Jimin questions after a moment. “I didn’t tell you I was sleeping here with Yoongi-hyung.”
“You kept looking at him last night and left not long after he did. I figured you’d gone to track him down, and you didn’t answer your door when I knocked earlier this morning.”
“Yeah, I had to talk to him about something.”
Oh, yeah. No biggie, he just wanted to talk about getting married. A big, gay polyamorous wedding.
“Is everything okay?”
Jimin smiles, and leans forward to run his fingers through Taehyung’s hair.
“Yeah. I think so. We were actually supposed to talk more this morning.”
Taehyung looks over at Yoongi.
“Do I need to leave? I can, if it’s just between you two.”
Yoongi shakes his head. If they’re going to do this, it actually might be useful to have Taehyung in on it as well.
“No, it’s about all of us, so you can stay.”
Jimin takes a painkiller and washes it down with some water.
“Sit up here with me, Tae-Tae, you’ll wanna hear this.”
Curiously, Taehyung perks up and rests his back against the headboard with Jimin, facing Yoongi. He waits.
“Um- okay,” He begins, uncertainly, looking back and forth between the two boys. Jimin gives him a nod of confidence. He takes a deep breath.
“Jimin had an idea-”
“You came up with how we could possibly make it work, so no, hyung, it’s your idea,” Jimin interjects. Taehyung just watches them with a small smile, attentive.
Yoongi sighs.
“Do you want to get married, Taehyung-ah?”
It’s almost comical, the way his jaw drops open.
Jimin laughs and pokes his side. Taehyung catches his wrist and pulls Jimin close, their noses touching. Jimin quickly quiets down.
“Are you serious?” he whispers.
“It wouldn’t be legally binding, but if we could convince the others and find a place to do a secret ceremony, without the paperwork-” Yoongi gets cut off.
“Yes.”
“Yes?” Jimin whispers back.
“I’m in, legal or not. It’s real to me.”
Jimin crashes their lips together, nearly in tears again. He tugs on strands of Taehyung’s hair, attempting to deepen the kiss, but Taehyung pulls back.
“Hyung, c’mere,” Taehyung mumbles, reaching out to Yoongi.
Grumbling about having to get up and move, Yoongi makes his way over to the bed. But when Taehyung pulls him in and kisses him silly, he forgets why on earth he was ever complaining.
~~~
At rehearsals later, Jimin and Taehyung are clingier than usual, but Yoongi’s the only one who really notices. They work through the trouble spots in the setlist for their Permission To Dance shows until they’re all sweating, tired, and satisfied for the night. Yoongi in particular is ready to get back and sleep.
The three of them decided together that morning to ask Jungkook next, and save the hardest to convince, Seokjin, for last. That doesn’t end up being the case.
At the end of practice, Namjoon and Hoseok get asked to stay back for just a few minutes longer to discuss something with the stage crew, and the rest of them all pile up into the back of a van for the ride back to the hotel. Jin and Yoongi take the middle seat, and the three maknaes pile into the back, Jimin practically glued to Taehyung’s lap.
It’s silent in the car for a few minutes, the drive isn’t really even that long, until Jungkook’s voice rings out.
“Okay, what is it with you two?” He turns swiftly in his seat to glare at Jimin hanging off Taehyung’s neck. “You’ve been all over each other, even more than usual. Something is up.”
Well, so much for Yoongi being the only one who noticed.
Jimin, caught, slowly untangles himself and climbs back into his seat, glancing at Yoongi and then Seokjin beside him, who is politely pretending to not be listening.
Their driver, who signed an NDA and probably doesn’t speak Korean, is the only other set of ears in the car, but Jimin whispers anyway.
“We um- we want to get married. All of us.”
Jin whips his head around to stare at Jimin, like he can’t believe what just came out of his mouth.
Jungkook just furrows his brows.
“Is that even possible?” he whispers back.
“Yoongi-hyung thinks-”
“Yoongi?” Jin interrupts way too loudly, turning to glare at him now. Noticing the way the younger ones flinch at his tone, he sighs, and drops his voice down to a whisper too. “You’re in on this? You know that’s not even legal here.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes.
“Yes, hyung, I know. And that’s why it’s not going to be legally binding.”
Jin just looks at him in disbelief. Yoongi, after they told Taehyung that morning, had decided to do some research. Turns out, there are quite a few places in Las Vegas that will do a polyamorous wedding and just simply not file the papers. They don’t care as long as they get paid.
Yoongi explains in a hushed voice, all that he found out about it, and how they’ll probably have to get NDA’s and the company involved, but they could really do this. If they all wanted to, that is.
Jungkook gets teary-eyed and Taehyung throws an arm around his shoulder, kissing his temple. Seokjin just sits there, ridgid, but listens until Yoongi is finished talking.
“You’re serious about this?” he questions.
Yoongi nods. Holds eye contact. Takes a deep breath.
Jin sags back in his seat.
“It’s not that I don’t want to,” he sighs. “You know I would in a heartbeat if we knew for a fact it could work like that. But there’s too many variables, someone could still leak it to the press. Someone without an NDA could see us entering a chapel and then everyone would know.”
Yoongi’s heart sinks.
“I’m not saying no, I just- we need to talk to Namjoon about it. And we need to bring it up to the company. Does anyone else know yet?”
Yoongi shakes his head.
“Just us, in this car. Hobah doesn’t know either.”
“Okay.” He rubs his forehead, thinking. “Okay. Everyone, meet in my room when they make it back to the hotel.”
Yoongi, trying not to pout and failing, turns his head towards the window.
“Yoongichi,” Jin’s soft voice implores after a moment, his warm breath fanning along the back of his neck. “I’m not saying no.”
Yoongi exhales and reaches for his hyung's good hand, giving it a squeeze.
The car lapses back into silence, and there’s nothing but the roar of the road and flashes of city lights for the next few minutes until Jungkook breaks the silence one final time.
“What are we going to do about the rings?”
~~~
[Seokjin]
Meeting in my room when you
get back.
Bring Hobi with you.
[Namjoon]
Okay hyung. Is everything
alright?
[Seokjin]
Yes. Don’t worry Joon-ah.
[Namjoon]
Well that just makes me want
to worry more.
[Seokjin]
It’s fine! I promise.
Yoongi just seems to have
had an idea.
[Namjoon]
Oh? Okay. We’re on our way
back now.
Yoongi is anxious. He understands Jin’s point of view now that he’s had time to think about it, and he’s right. Maybe he was too quick to suggest this. He should have been more realistic. Now he’s gotten all of their hopes up for nothing.
Jungkook scoots closer to his left and slings a strong, tattooed arm around his shoulders. He buries his face in Yoongi’s neck.
“Don’t be nervous, Yoongi-hyung,” he breathes. “We all want to do this.”
“I’m not worried about them saying no.” And maybe it’s a bit presumptuous, but Yoongi realizes this to be true. It’s not that he doubts any of them want to get married, they have talked about it before. It’s about whether they can pull it off. His stomach is in knots.
Jin opens the door for Hoseok and Namjoon as soon as they knock. They didn’t even go to their rooms first to drop off their stuff. Their bags are still hanging off their shoulders, sweat clinging to their skin.
All seven of them fill in the empty spaces around various parts of the room, but they gravitate towards each other too, like a moth to a flame. Jimin is holding Jin’s hand. Jungkook is still wrapped around Yoongi. Taehyung has pulled Hoseok over to stand beside him against the wall. Namjoon sits down on the floor and leans back against Jin’s legs.
“So what’s this about?” Namjoon asks, softly, looking towards Yoongi. “Jin-hyung said you had an idea?”
Yoongi clears his throat and nods. Jimin smiles encouragingly. Jungkook squeezes his shoulders.
Yoongi realizes that it’s like he’s proposing. Is that why he feels so nervous? He squeezes his eyes shut.
“We should get married,” he blurts in the exact same way Jimin did not twenty-four hours ago. Jimin laughs.
“Smooth, hyung,” he teases, but his eyes are sparkling when Yoongi opens his again.
Namjoon, for all his leadership qualities, has the good sense to mask his surprise. Hoseok however, looks around in confusion.
“All of us?”
Taehyung giggles and wraps his arms around him in a back hug.
“Nope, just Yoongi-hyung and Jungkookie,” he teases. “Yes, hyung, all of us.”
Once again, Yoongi goes through explaining what he found out today from the internet, and his plan on how he thinks it could work.
Namjoon listens, nodding along to show he’s taking this seriously, too.
Yoongi relaxes. Of course Namjoon would understand. He doesn’t have to ask if Yoongi is serious. He gets it.
When he finishes, Namjoon absentmindedly strokes a thumb up Jin’s ankle. It’s quiet for a moment while he thinks.
“So everyone here knew, except for me and Hobi?”
“We only just told Jin-hyung and Jungkookie in the car on the way here. Me and Yoongi-hyung talked last night, Taehyung found out this morning,” Jimin explains.
“Okay. Hobi, how do you feel about this?”
“I want to. Of course I want to,” he smiles, kissing Taehyung on the cheek. “Can Yoongi-hyung’s plan actually work?”
Again, Namjoon is quiet for a moment while he thinks.
“We need to ask, and see about the NDA’s. Someone, I’m guessing myself, will need to call around for a chapel willing to do this and willing to be discreet,” he explains. “If everyone is okay with this, knowing it could still possibly leak no matter what we do, then I don’t see why not.”
He smiles at Yoongi.
“Because I want to do this, too. How could I not?”
Smiles break out across the room and Jungkook starts talking loudly about rings again. Jin declares the rings as his job, being that he is the hyung and therefore he gets dibs. Their youngest, avoiding his hyung’s hurt hand, carefully lands in his lap to playfully wrestle for the right to pick out their wedding bands.
Jimin bounces up and plants a kiss on Hoseok’s mouth with a giggle, and Taehyung wraps his arms around them both.
Yoongi drops to his knees on the floor beside Namjoon.
“Yeah? You really want to get married?” he whispers, hands on Namjoon’s shoulders to steady himself.
Namjoon just smiles and nods. Leans forward. Kisses him slowly. Kisses him deeply.
~~~
“A drive-thru wedding would actually be the safest,” Namjoon states. “We could take one of the unmarked vans since it’s not traceable back to us. The windows are so dark no one can see inside, and we wouldn’t risk getting spotted walking in anywhere.”
No one can argue with that.
The three youngest are off somewhere, probably still sleeping. The other four are piled into the leader’s room to discuss the details of Operation: Get Married in Vegas. The morning sun peaks through the curtains, illuminating the room in a soft golden glow.
“Have you talked to Sihyuk-hyung?” Jin asks Namjoon, tucking his feet underneath him on the bed.
“I went to talk to him last night, after we ate. He’s happy for us, and doesn’t think it’s a bad idea as long as we’re careful,” Namjoon smiles, spinning in the chair at the desk he’s seated at. “He said he’d make sure a staff member handled the NDA’s for us with whatever chapel we choose. None of the employees or the officiant will be able to say anything about it to anyone.”
Yoongi catches Hoseok’s eye and grins. What was just an idea yesterday is now a fully formulated plan. They’re getting married, screw the legality of it. It’s the thought that counts, anyway.
“Okay, so a drive-thru wedding it is. I talked to a wardrobe noona at breakfast earlier and she said getting suits together would be no problem. She didn’t even seem surprised that I asked,” Jin reports.
“You know they always have backups,” Hoseok laughs. “One too many wardrobe malfunctions and they’ve learned to be prepared for anything.”
“Did you and Jungkookie decide on rings?” Yoongi asks.
Seokjin smiles.
“Yeah. We’re going shopping after rehearsal today.”
“For the date, we’re going with the seventh, of course. Thursday right?” Hoseok suggests.
“Yeah,” Namjoon confirms. “Sihyuk-hyung said we could have the day off before the show on Friday. We’ll have a soundcheck to make sure everything is in order, so it’s no issue. I guess all that’s left is to call and find a drive-thru chapel willing to marry seven men.”
Yoongi climbs up the bed and curls into Hoseok’s chest, breathing in the smell of his cologne. He smells warm and familiar. Like home. He wants this forever. Hoseok pulls Jin down into the cuddle pile too, and Namjoon makes some calls.
The third call is a success. The place is willing to perform their unorthodox wedding and has a time open on Thursday, April 7th. They’re even willing to give them a marriage certificate, although it won’t be notarized and therefore won’t hold any legal standing.
“That’s perfect,” Namjoon says through the phone speaker, “One last thing, would you be willing to sign some NDA’s? We’ll send someone over today.”
“I’m glad you and Jiminie had this idea,” Hoseok whispers. Yoongi meets his soft, brown eyes. The light catches, making them glow like honey. Yoongi wants to drown in them.
“Me too,” Jin mumbles into the back of his neck, arm slung delicately across his hips. “I’ve always wanted to marry you all.”
Yoongi just hums. Kisses Hoseok’s jaw. Tries not to cry from the happiness swirling in his chest.
~~~
Wednesday’s rehearsal flies by in a whirlwind of practiced muscle memory. Yoongi feels as if he’s operating on autopilot. He’s nothing but a ball of nerves and happiness and love.
He eats, takes a shower, and is just crawling under the sheets to sleep when there’s a knock at the door. He checks the peep hole, and opens the door to find Seokjin in a blue pajama set.
“Hey,” Jin says, quietly.
Yoongi lets him in, and wordlessly guides him by his good wrist to the bed.
They don’t say anything else. After years of being roommates and existing in each other’s space, they’ve learned how to communicate through the silence.
Jin kissing his hair means, ‘ Are you okay?’
Yoongi snuggling into his shoulder means, ‘I’m good, hyung. Tired, but okay.’
Jin pulling the covers up around them and turning off the lamp on the side table means, ‘Okay. Sleep well. I love you.’
Yoongi wakes on the day of his wedding to his hyung’s breath on his face. Opening his eyes slowly, adjusting to the subtle light streaming in from the window, he takes in the sunny morning.
His boyfriend of many years. His soon to be husband. His beautiful, one and only hyung.
Yoongi knows he’s going to cry later and so will the rest of them, but for now he pushes his tears away and snuggles closer, wrapped up in Jin’s warmth. He holds on tight.
~~~
“Are you the party of seven?”
The lady at the window is in her fifties, her platinum blonde hair and green eyeshadow glitters brightly in the sunlight.
Yoongi is driving, since he’s the only one who has bothered to renew his international driver’s license since the last time they were out of Korea. He tugs on the collar of his shirt and considers undoing the top button.
Namjoon, acting as their usual translator, is in the seat beside him next to the window where the lady, their officiant, is sticking her head out.
Jimin and Jin fill in the middle seats, and the other three take up the very back of the van.
Everyone is dressed to the nines. Yoongi honestly feels like they could walk out on the red carpet again and pass inspection.
“That’s us,” Namjoon responds in English.
“Okay great! Starting off, do you have rings?”
“Yes, we do,” Namjoon nods, switching languages easily. “Jin-hyung, can you pass the rings up here, please.”
“Wonderful! Is everyone ready?” the lady pauses, waits for the nods of confirmation, and smiles brightly.
Namjoon holds the box with all seven rings tightly.
“Okay! We are gathered here today to celebrate one of life’s greatest moments, and to cherish the words which shall unite the seven of you in marriage.”
It’s almost laughable, that they’re actually here, doing a drive-thru wedding in Las Vegas, simply for the hell of it. With some American woman who doesn’t speak Korean. Yoongi glances in the rearview mirror and sees the youngest actually giggling into Taehyung’s shoulder.
“Do you think we can get an order of fries to go?” Jungkook giggles louder.
Jin shushes him, but no one can keep the smiles off their faces. It’s definitely funny.
Yoongi wouldn’t change a damn thing.
“ Today is a special day, here on the seventh of April, 2022, the seven of you are joining your hearts and your lives as one. Marriage is the promise between people who love each other, and who trust in that love, who honor each other as individuals, and who choose to spend the rest of their lives together.”
Namjoon looks over at Yoongi and smiles, all dimples. Yoongi’s heart clenches.
“Now for the vows, I would like for all of you to repeat after me.”
“Repeat after her,” Namjoon reiterates.
“I, and then state your name,” she says.
The members follow suit, Jungkook still furiously attempting to hold back his laughter.
“Take you all. To be my partners,” she continues, pausing after each phrase to allow them to recite it back in unison. “ In sickness. And health. For better. And worse. I promise. My love. Forever.”
Yoongi thinks back across the many years, the ups and downs, the celebrations and the defeats, and realizes he’s tearing up. A glance in the mirror confirms Taehyung’s eyes are also glassy, and Jimin is full on wiping his tears on his sleeve.
Even Jungkook has quieted down, but his cheeks are glowing with elation.
“Now for the rings, you may pass them out and put them on.”
Namjoon nods and with shaky hands, carefully opens the box to reveal seven rings. Yoongi leans over to look closer. They’re not exactly identical, but they resemble one another in that they’re all simple bands of gold or silver, with colored inlays to match their microphone colors. The exceptions being Jimin, who’s microphone is gold, has a plain gold band, and the same for Hoseok and his silver.
“Oh, Jin-hyung,” Yoongi whispers.
“Hey, I helped pick them out too!” Jungkook interjects from the back seat.
Yoongi’s is a simple silver band with an inlay of black onyx. It’s perfect.
The rings get passed around and placed on fingers. Seokjin looks around nervously.
“Are they okay?” he asks, in a small voice, his own gold and pink band shining.
Hoseok leans forward over the seat to kiss his cheek.
“I love them, hyung. Thank you both,” he adds, smiling at Jungkook, and giving him a kiss on the cheek too.
When everyone’s rings are on, Namjoon turns back towards the window and nods.
“Okay! Well, by the power invested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husbands! You may kiss your grooms!”
Oh yeah.
Jin snorts and pulls Jimin across the seat for a deep kiss, and Taehyung does the same to Jungkook and Hoseok in the back.
Namjoon turns and smiles a soft, knowing smile.
This whole thing started with them. They were the first two members. The first two boyfriends. It seems fitting that he’s Yoongi’s first kiss as a married man.
He pulls Namjoon in by his tie and crashes their lips together. It’s wet from their tears, and intense, and familiar, too. Yoongi can feel the time in his soft skin, taste the family they’ve found in each other.
Happiness swells in Yoongi’s chest until it bursts like a balloon.
Somewhere, he registers that the lady is applauding them, but he can barely hear over the roaring in his ears.
When Yoongi comes up for air, Namjoon grins widely and turns back to the window to accept the certificate with all seven of their names on it. Despite the fact that Yoongi knows it’s not a legal certificate, it still looks pretty real.
“Thank you,” Namjoon says in English. “This was perfect.”
“Congratulations! I wish you all a happy marriage,” she smiles, and waves goodbye as Yoongi drives off.
It’s quiet in the car for a few moments, the whole event sinking into everyone’s brains.
Jungkook breaks the silence with a roaring laugh.
“Can we actually get fries on the way back?”
~~~
Later, at the hotel, the staff surprise them with champagne and a cake. Bang Sihyuk is there to congratulate them too, smiling broadly like a proud dad.
“Ah, I’m happy for all of you,” he says, raising his glass in a toast. “When Namjoon came to me all those years ago about dating within the group, I’ll admit, I didn’t think he meant the entire group.”
Everyone laughs.
“I wasn’t worried for even a moment, though. I knew the kind of love you have for each other is special. It’s the reason you’ve made it to where you are now. It’s the reason you’ve gotten this far. You’ll continue to inspire me every day, and I’m eternally grateful to have met you all.”
Everyone coos.
The party isn’t much, and most of the staff find their way back to their rooms after a while, but it’s theirs, and it’s perfect.
Yoongi finds himself on the balcony with a glass of champagne, enjoying the flashing lights of downtown Las Vegas and wishing he could see the stars from here. The night is warm, despite the spring desert air, and Yoongi rests his glass on the edge.
“Hyung?” Hoseok steps onto the balcony, his feet light but sure. “You okay?”
Yoongi turns to him and nods. He doesn’t resist the urge to pull him in closer when he feels it. Slinging an arm around his waist, he presses their foreheads together.
“Never better, Hobah.”
Hoseok smiles wide, his heart shaped smile, so full of love.
Yoongi can hear the others inside, singing and dancing and laughing. Filling the room, the world, and Yoongi heart, with so much of themselves that they’re overflowing.
Yoongi realizes that to be true. He’s never been better.
After all, what more could he possibly need?