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“Help me pick out a necklace for Channie,” Wonwoo calls out Soonyoung for help. His soon-to-be lawfully wedded husband is busy marveling at the ring they custom-made for Chan. Soonyoung told him that he didn’t have to buy one for Chan, too, but he insisted, saying he wants Chan to feel like the wedding isn’t just a union between his Dada and Papa—it’s a union of their little family, the three of them. “This one’s hypo-allergenic. Chan wouldn’t have a problem with this one, right?”
Soonyoung hums a yes and closes the velvet box containing Chan’s own ring. It’s a tiny ring and the necklace Wonwoo is picking out is for when Chan outgrows his ring. Chan is turning seven in a few months and he’s growing so fast. Wonwoo remembers Chan falling asleep in his arms after their amusement park date, pudgy arms hooked around Wonwoo’s neck, head buried in the crook of his neck.
Despite Chan growing a little taller than when they first met, Wonwoo thinks Chan is still the cutest. Chan is his first son, nothing could ever change that fact. He’s thankful to little Chan for letting him experience how it feels like to be a father. He’s the best son one could ask for. Soonyoung has truly raised him well, even if he was alone for the most part. Now, Soonyoung doesn’t have to carry the burden alone, Wonwoo would be so willing to do his best, within his abilities to provide, to support, and to love them wholeheartedly.
Wonwoo only wanted love, but Soonyoung gave him so much more. Soonyoung gave him a son, an instant family.
“I can’t believe you said yes to me, Soonyoung.”
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Wedding day comes. Wonwoo waits for the two most important people to walk down the aisle.
Chan comes in a little while later, after their relatives (mostly Wonwoo’s) have made their entrance, wearing a black tuxedo, with a little, white bow tie around his neck, carefully taking his steps with the velvet box in his hands. “Oh, our cutest little ring bearer.” Wonwoo can’t help but to coo at the cute sight.
Chan goes straight to his seat and Wonwoo smiles at him, showing him a thumbs up to tell him he did a great job. Chan smiles back at him, nodding proudly.
Soonyoung finally makes his grand entrance, wearing a black suit adorned with the prettiest swarovski crystals on its satin lapel. It seems like time has stopped the moment the ceiling-to-floor wooden door has opened to welcome Soonyoung. He’s truly the most beautiful person he has ever laid his eyes on.
Soonyoung takes elegant strides, moving fluidly along the melody playing in the background. Soonyoung stops by where his parents and sister are—his family walking by his side before they finally entrust Soonyoung to him.
“Please take care of our Soonyoung and Chan, Wonwoo.” Those are the words Soonyoung’s father uttered before returning to their seats. It must have been hard for his family to trust another man again, after Soonyoung had been betrayed once. And he’s grateful they did, even though it was difficult.
Soonyoung’s sister jokingly punches him on his arm, saying she would dislocate his jaws if he ever hurts Soonyoung and Chan. Wonwoo reassures her that he won’t hurt them intentionally. There might be few misunderstandings along the way, but he promises not to let those interfere with the happiness of his family.
Soonyoung’s mother sheds tears, running a comforting hand on Wonwoo’s back, thanking him for letting her son and grandson to experience what it feels like to have a complete family—something that seemed so farfetched after Soonyoung had signed his and his ex-husband’s divorce papers.
Wonwoo’s family looks at them with fondness in their eyes. He sees his father holding his mother’s trembling hands. His younger brother flashes a timid smile to both him and Soonyoung. His mother must be so happy to see him getting married. Once, after college graduation, Wonwoo told them in passing that he couldn’t see himself getting married and starting a family. That could’ve been the source of his mother’s worry, afraid that his eldest son who doesn’t know anything but to study and work hard would live the rest of his life alone. While there’s nothing wrong about not wanting to get married, Wonwoo understands it’s just natural for parents to get worried about their child, no matter how old or young they are.
Now that he has a son of his own, he understands it better.
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The officiant finally gives the floor to them, for their exchange of vows and rings. Soonyoung calls Chan over and Chan happily stands up on his seat, velvet box still on his tiny hands. Soonyoung crouches down to reach his son’s height, gets the velvet box and passes it onto Wonwoo.
“Chan, Dada has something to tell the two of us. Do you want to stay here and listen to them with me?” Chan nods and Soonyoung stands up. “Do you want to be carried?”
“No, Papa.” Chan is firm with his reply. “Chan is a big boy now.”
“Alright, baby. Let’s listen to Dada now?”
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Wonwoo exhales, calming himself down before he tells Soonyoung Chan all the words he had been practicing ever since Soonyoung said yes to his proposal. “Hi, Chan. Before I tell your Papa how happy I am today, I would like to thank you, my little one, for asking me to be your Dada. You are the best son a parent could ask for. Thank you for giving color to our lives, for bringing smiles to our faces. You know, I wish I was there when you had just been born. I wish I had met you sooner, my Channie. But it doesn’t matter, right? It doesn’t matter if I wasn’t there when your Papa gave birth to you. It doesn’t matter that I only met you two years ago.”
Chan starts sobbing, clinging onto Soonyoung’s legs to hide his face. “Baby, what matters to Dada is you and your Papa are here today, to celebrate the day we truly become a family. I got you a ring, too, baby. Can you wear it for us?” Chan’s words die out in his throat from sobbing too hard, but Wonwoo knows Chan mumbled a yes in between his sobs so he crouches down to reach him, asking for his hand so he can help him wear the ring. “It looks pretty on you, baby.”
Soonyoung carries Chan in his arms. “Hi, baby. We have another gift for you, actually. The papers came to us yesterday and you’re officially Dada’s son, baby.” It was as if the stars had aligned for the three of them—the adoption had been finalized the day before their actual wedding. “Are you happy, baby?”
“So, so happy, Papa.” Chan wipes his tears with the sleeves of his suit. “Officially a family? The three of us—Papa, Dada, and me?”
“Yes, baby. Papa, Dada, and you.”
“But before that, let’s tell each other our ‘I do’ first? Sounds like a plan?”
Soonyoung and Chan giggle, looking at each other with the most gleeful expression on their faces. “Oh, right! We almost forgot!”
The three of them; officially, a family.