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“Wait—what’s happening?” Seungkwan's voice pitches high in disbelief as he stares at the woman standing before him, extending a wedding tuxedo in his direction.
“Sir, the tuxedo for your wedding is prepared. Please try it on while the groom does the same. We must complete the final fitting today, as per the instructions from Madam,” she explains with a professional smile.
Seungkwan's head spins, confusion marring his features. “But... I'm at a loss here. Who's getting married, exactly Go-eun-ssi?” he inquires, squinting to read her name tag.
The woman, Go-eun, maintains her calm, her voice soothing. “Sir, I understand that pre-wedding nerves can be overwhelming. Take a moment to breathe. Remember, your wedding day is set to be the grandest event in all of South Korea; every detail must be perfect.”
“My wedding,” Seungkwan repeats, the words feeling foreign on his tongue.
She nods, her movements gentle as she guides him toward the plush leather sofa at the heart of the opulent boutique. “Would you like some water?” she offers.
Seungkwan nods gratefully, eager for any excuse that might get him away from her.
The last thing he remembers is fighting with the supervillain over the time-traveling device. They both had been in an old clock tour, masks covering their faces, donning their perfect roles of savior and destruction. Seungkwan vividly recalls the desperate dive he made for the time-traveling device, just as the supervillain lunged for it too. The world had erupted into a blinding white void, and now, here he was, lost in time, grappling with a reality that made no sense.
He goes to prod his chest, checking his heartbeat— he is alive, he didn't die in the fight. But he doesn't understand what is going on when he opens his eyes, he is in the shop with Go-eun and she has been asking him to try on his wedding outfit and he is marrying a guy.
He definitely hit his head somewhere.
Gay marriage is not even legal in Korea. Who is Madam and why is his wedding the biggest event in South Korea?
Seungkwan's frustration simmers away as he witnesses the scene unfolding before him, there’s suddenly a lot of murmuring and hubbub. The air punches out of his lungs, a mixture of bewilderment and curiosity taking its place. Go-eun hands him the water, her presence a comforting background to the charged atmosphere.
"The groom seems quite pleased with his attire. He's eager for you to see him," Go-eun informs with a gentle nudge, urging Seungkwan to prepare himself.
Seungkwan accepts the bottle with a shaky hand, his pulse racing as he anticipates the reveal. He takes a deep breath, steadying himself for the moment he would come face-to-face with the man he is apparently destined to marry.
And then, like a vision, his fiancé steps into view. The room seems to pause, the collective breath of those present held in a silent gasp at the sight of him. The man's presence is magnetic; it's as if he commands the very molecules in the air, drawing all attention toward him with a force that is gentle yet utterly compelling.
Adorned in a black tuxedo that seems to have been crafted just for him, the man carries an air of sophistication that is both classic and strikingly modern. His broad shoulders were accentuated by the fitted cut of his jacket, hinting at a physique sculpted through dedication and strength. The fabric of his tuxedo clung to his frame, emphasizing his lean yet muscular build, leaving a trail of admiring gazes in his wake.
His hair, dark and slightly disheveled, adds a touch of wildness to his cultivated appearance. It frames his face—a work of art in itself—defined by chiseled cheekbones a perfectly proportioned nose and full lips that add to his harmonious features.
With each stride he takes, his innate confidence and charm seem to fill the space. His presence is not just seen but felt, an aura that wraps around every onlooker, holding them spellbound by his every movement.
Seungkwan closes his mouth and gulps audibly, he's marrying a very handsome man.
"Hello, husband-to-be," the man greets with a piercing look that cuts straight through Seungkwan's defenses, prompting another hard swallow.
The voice is unmistakable, etched into Seungkwan's memory from countless confrontations and whispered threats. It's Dino—the supervillain whose very name sends a shiver down Seungkwan's spine.
Seungkwan doesn't miss a beat, his instincts taking over. "We need to talk. Now," he says with urgency, his eyes signaling to Go-eun that this is a private matter. He doesn't wait for an answer, his grip firm on Dino's arm as he guides him swiftly into the nearest dressing room, away from prying eyes.
The door slams shut with an echo, reverberating the tension between them. Seungkwan wastes no time, his hand shoots out to pin Dino against the door frame, his body a barrier, his eyes ablaze with a mix of anger and confusion. "Start talking. Explain what the hell you've done," Seungkwan demands, his voice a low, dangerous growl.
Despite the precarious position, Dino's lips curve into a smirk, the audacity of his amusement evident even in such a tense moment. "Surprises are my specialty, but you have to admit, this is quite the twist, isn't it?" Dino teases, his tone light but edged with the thrill of the unexpected scenario they find themselves in.
Seungkwan's grip on the supervillain's neck intensifies, his patience wearing thin. "This isn't time for your sick jokes. Tell me where we are," he demands, his voice a mix of desperation and command.
Dino chuckles even with the constricted airway, seemingly unfazed by the threat. "Honestly, I woke up to a personal fitting session—quite the royal treatment. They told me my groom was waiting, so I went along with it," he says with a sly grin that Seungkwan finds infuriating.
Seungkwan's anger spikes, his hand constricting further, causing Dino to gasp for air. "I want the truth. Now," Seungkwan insists, releasing his hold enough to let Dino draw a breath.
Catching his breath, Dino smirks, but his eyes hold a glint of sincerity. "As much as I appreciate a bit of roughhousing, I genuinely have no idea where we are. This isn't my doing—I'm just as lost as you are," he admits.
Seungkwan steps back, studying Dino's expression and finding a thread of truth in it. He collapses onto a stool, his mind racing through possibilities. "We might've knocked our heads too hard," he muses aloud.
Dino's smirk returns as he quips, "If this is the product of my imagination, then I must congratulate myself on my fine imaginative efforts, you look really handsome. That tailoring does wonders for you."
Seungkwan rolls his eyes, the supervillain's attractiveness doing nothing to quell his urge to land a solid punch for every annoying comment.
"Perhaps we're dead?" Seungkwan wonders out loud, his voice half-joking, half-serious.
"Or maybe," Dino muses, "we somehow activated the time-traveling device and ended up in an alternate timeline."
Seungkwan's head snaps up, the horror on his face is evident. "That can't be. It's an ancient artifact; we can't just trigger it without knowing..."
Dino shrugs casually, "Ancient relics tend to be unpredictable. Who knows what we've set in motion?"
Go-eun's voice, gentle yet firm, cut through the thick tension in the dressing room. “Sorry to bother you sirs, but madam will be here within fifteen minutes.”
Seungkwan's eyes go wide with the gravity of the situation. The possibility of time travel suddenly becomes less of an abstract concept and more of a pressing dilemma. "Great, I am going to marry the one person I've been fighting against all this time," he mutters in disbelief.
The supervillain, Dino, lets out a laugh that carries a hint of irony. "I assure you, being my spouse wouldn't be the worst fate. Our views may clash, but there's always room for negotiation," he says with a sly grin. Leaning in close, his breath tickles Seungkwan's ear, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Besides, if this is our reality now, we have our whole life to sort through our differences."
The shiver that runs down Seungkwan's spine is involuntary, a response to the closeness and the unexpected intimacy of the moment.
“I’ll be right outside,” With a final look, Dino exits, leaving Seungkwan alone to process the whirlwind of events.
As Go-eun returns with his wedding attire, accompanied by other attendants, Seungkwan is assisted into his outfit. His mind races as he contemplates the bizarre twist of fate that might have put him into this alternate reality. Marrying his arch-nemesis was never a scenario he could have envisioned.
He doesn't even know his name, he doesn't even know his own name in this time frame.
He has his own body and looks but he isn't sure about his name and identity.
Seungkwan is engulfed by the chaos of the situation, a hope echoes in his mind that this is all just a strange dream or a temporary side effect of the time-traveling device's activation. He cannot imagine the horrors of being married to his arch-nemesis.
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Seungkwan learns a lot about this alternate reality in one day, he is still named Boo Seungkwan in this world. Destined to inherit the largest Asian entertainment empire, his upcoming nuptials have half the globe clamoring for an invitation. In this reality, gay marriages are not only legal but celebrated. Overseeing the grand wedding arrangements is none other than Madam, Seungkwan's mother. She exudes warmth and affection, but her formidable presence commands respect, compelling Seungkwan to tread carefully around her. The event is set to be South Korea's social highlight, given that Seungkwan's betrothed is the son of the nation's wealthiest politician. His fiancé, Lee Chan, has been the love of his life for the past six years, and their bond is set to be sealed in matrimony.
Shockingly, Seungkwan discovers with barely a day's notice that his wedding is tomorrow , now today .
Seungkwan is awash with panic. The man he is about to marry was once considered an enemy, and their past is marred with tumultuous encounters. Until the night before, Seungkwan had been unaware of Lee Chan's true identity, not even his real name. Now, amidst a whirlwind of emotions, he finds himself being meticulously groomed to walk down the aisle and exchange vows with a man he doesn't know.
The number of times Lee Chan has held a knife to his throat, broken his bones, shot through his flesh is too many to count and now he's getting married to him.
To add to the complexity, Seungkwan is clueless about how they've initiated the time-travel mechanism or its whereabouts. The very real possibility that they might remain entwined as spouses for eternity sends a shiver down his spine.
Thoughts of running away cross his mind repeatedly, yet the unknowns of this world and its timeline are daunting. What if his escape triggers a catastrophic butterfly effect? His understanding of this era and its inhabitants is far too limited to take such a risk.
So, Seungkwan affixes a smile upon his face, gripping his father's arm — the man who stands in paternal stead in this universe — as he leads him down the aisle.
Seungkwan's gaze locks with Lee Chan's, the man who stands before him as his soon-to-be spouse, exuding an aura of devilish charm in his impeccably tailored wedding tuxedo. His smile is magnetic and disarmingly charming, promising a future, only he’s a stranger and very competent at keeping up the pretense.
"Stop smiling like that," Seungkwan breathes into his ear, his own smile tinged with a blend of forced ploiteness and nervousness as they stand together at the altar. "It's as if you're actually happy to be marrying me."
Chan's response is a grin that stretches even wider, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "And what if I am? This marriage gives me the perfect opportunity to plot your untimely demise in your sleep," he quips, his tone light.
A soft chuckle escapes Seungkwan. "Keep dreaming."
As the minister initiates the solemn ceremony, Seungkwan finds himself drifting into his own world, the words around him fading into the background. For someone who has spent his life leaping from one adrenaline-fueled mission to another, from intense training regimes to perilous adventures, the concept of a settled future—a partner, a home, perhaps even a dog—feels almost alien. Superheroes like him rarely dare to dream of longevity, their fates are often written with the ink of sacrifice and the finality of martyrdom. Seungkwan never imagined he'd be any different, he didn’t think he would live past his twenties.
The ceremony passes by in a blur, Seungkwan knows he is a married man when he feels the cold metal of the ring press into the flesh of his finger.
"Try to look a little more ecstatic," Chan murmurs, his voice a conspiratorial whisper that feigns a declaration of love.
The temptation to tackle Chan to the ground, to unleash years of pent-up anger through a flurry of punches, itches at Seungkwan's fingertips. Without the mask, Chan's smirks seem even more insufferable, pushing his tolerance to its limits.
"I'm exerting all my self-control to avoid body-slamming you on the ground right here and now, in front of this huge crowd and their prying lenses and eyes," Seungkwan retorts.
"Kinky."
A pinch to Chan's arm is Seungkwan's immediate rebuke.
“Now that you both have committed yourselves to one another and to your Holy Union through the sacred vows that you have taken and by the giving and receiving of these rings, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss the groom.” the minister announces.
Seungkwan stills, he’s now married to his enemy and he’s also going to lose his first kiss to his enemy. Splendid.
I will not let him win this, I would rather kiss him than have him kiss me. Seungkwan thinks to himself. He leans in, closing the distance between them, and plants his lips on Chan’s. As their lips finally meet, their kiss is tentative, lacking the passion and desire that often accompanies such an intimate act.
The moment feels hollow, devoid of the sparks that should have made their bones tingle. Their lips press against each other, but the connection feels forced, a mere formality in the eyes of the world. It is a kiss born out of duty, not desire.
Seungkwan pulls apart first, the thunderous clapping gets him back to his senses. He sees the look on Chan’s face, a fading daze stripped bare of all the annoying smirks. He looks beautiful.
“Your lips are so soft,” Chan whispers, still under some sort of spell.
Seungkwan doesn’t answer, the tips of his ears turn pink but he doesn’t say a word.
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Seungkwan has been married for three days now, it’s unbelievable. He has been living in a two-storey house, a gift from his inlaws. In the three days together, Chan and he made an agreement, called for a truce just to not tip the balance in this alternate world, and live their lives as peacefully as they could. They slept in different rooms, cooked their own meals, and washed their own dishes, they lived like housemates rather than a married couple.
In all honesty, Seungkwan didn’t find the experience too bad. It felt different but comfortable, so far no killing attempts have been made and the pressure to save the world is not on his shoulders. He made sure to sleep well and catch up on all the rest he was denied. Being a normal human has been a lovely experience so far.
Chan had also been feeling similar based on how he has just been lazing around and eating pastries. He has a twin sister in this world whom he texts often. Seungkwan isn’t sure what they talk about but he sees them texting when he passes by. His family isn’t big on calls or visits so he’s spared the extra effort to keep up with them.
They are still in their honeymoon phase so they aren’t expected to go to work, their honeymoon to Norway is scheduled for the next week, so they have a week to themselves.
On the third evening, Chan comes to his room. “Would you like to go out for Pizza?”
Seungkwan thinks over the offer for a minute. It’s been ages since he had a pizza, his strict Superhero life didn’t allow it. But now that he doesn't have those responsibilities he is free to try new things.
“Do you think they sell woodfire pizza in this world?” Seungkwan asks.
Chan smiles wide, showing off his bright teeth. “There's only one way to find out.”
They drove around looking for a pizza place, luckily Lee Chan has an international license valid all through the world and Supervillain Dino knows how to drive cars. Seungkwan, glowers on the inside, feeling embarrassed about his subpar driving skills in their world and this world.
They walk into the first pizza diner they see after driving for almost half an hour, it looks modest but the servers seem friendly and woodfire pizza is their specialty.
Seungkwan orders for them once they are seated.
“The server likes you,” Chan leans over and whispers as soon as he is out of earshot.
Seungkwan’s brows furrow, and he turns around to look for the man and any signs supporting the claim. “You’re crazy.”
Chan leans back into his chair, a confident smile on his lips. “You want to make a bet? He will ask for your number by the end of our meal.”
Seungkwan, driven by petty emotions agrees with a determined nod. “I’m sure he will not.”
“You’re cute when you make that face.”
“What face?” Seungkwan asks.
“The frown and scowl combo with a smidge of I’m so better than you. Makes your eyes pop out.”
“Your interpretation of my facial expression is so vastly incorrect but honestly I’m not surprised. Your poor life choices and lack of intellectual understanding show on your face all the time.”
Chan takes Seungkwan’s hand resting on the table and intertwines their fingers. “Don’t be mistaken sunshine, what you see on my face is the reflection of your extraordinary self. I am but a mirror reflecting the depths of your soul.”
Seungkwan scowls. “Don’t call me sunshine.”
“Well, you’re just a ball of sunshine, look at you now.”
“I wish my bright sunshine energy could burn you to ashes.”
“Let me tell you a secret.” Chan stage whispers. He pulls Seungkwan closer by their intertwined hands. “You can burn me to ashes, not with your sunshine energy but with your love.”
Seungkwan whines. “You are so fucking annoying, shut up please.”
“But you’re stuck with me for life, sunshine.”
Seungkwan opens his mouth to respond but the server returns with their order, putting an end to the conversation.
“Anything else?” The server asks, placing their order on the table.
“No thanks, that would be all,” Chan replies.
The server turns to look at Seungkwan. “Uhm, my name is Seokdae. I think you're really handsome.” He holds out a paper shyly. “Please give me a call if you would like to meet up for coffee.”
Chan looks at the exchange with a wide grin. Seungkwan looks stunned but accepts the paper with a polite smile.
“Thank you, if my husband or I need anything we will surely call you,” Chan says taking away the attention from Seungkwan.
The server nods leaving stiffly.
“You lost the bet.” Seungkwan takes the pizza slice, giving one to Chan as well. “He didn't ask for my number.”
“But he gave you his number. It's the same thing.”
Seungkwan rolls his eyes. “Nope, it's not. You lost, accept it.”
“He's cute, you can give him a chance. You have my permission.”
“I don't need your permission.”
“As your husband, I have the right to decide who you can and cannot date.”
“We're married on paper. And I'm not dating him.”
“It was a union in front of God, you can't undermine the power of God. You're the superhero, you should be the most staunch believer of God and good things.”
Seungkwan chuckles humorlessly. “My beliefs have nothing to do with God, we would not need Superheros if God had not made humans like you who love causing trouble. How are you the one to talk about God?”
“I believe in God. I'm doing God's work by stopping evil people from thriving. The world needs a cleanse, the worst kinds of people are beefing off the innocent. We need vigilantes like me to follow God's plan.”
“You being a religious man, was the last thing I expected.”
“You being an atheist is the last thing I expected.”
Seungkwan nods but says nothing. Chan does the same.
They finish their meal in silence, split the bill equally, and leave the establishment without any comments about each other.
Chan drives them back home.
Not a word is spoken as they both make their way into their rooms and into their beds thinking only about each other. They knew how different their thought processes were, but knowing where the thoughts stem from felt like a bubble being burst.
They are poles apart, with no common ground of connection.
Superheroes and Supervillains are always on different sides, even if they are married.
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