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“Minho.” Chan’s voice is extremely even. Calm. A horrible sign. Everyone in the room tenses.
Everyone except Minho.
“Yes?” He blinks sweetly up at their leader. Felix shrinks into Hyunjin’s side, trying to become invisible.
“Did you—and I can’t believe I’m asking this,” Chan says, voice still eerily flat. “Did you get married last night?”
Minho grins, unrepentant. “Yes.”
“WHAT?” The room explodes with noise, each member shouting to be heard over each other as they bombard Minho with questions.
The noise immediately dies out when Chan opens his mouth to speak again. “Why?”
Minho shrugs. Smirks. “Because we could.”
“We?” Hyunjin’s voice rises two octaves and cracks. “Who on earth did you marry??”
It’s at that moment that Felix realises that Jisung is not shouting in surprise with the rest of them. Instead he’s sitting very, very still, which is even more unsettling than Chan’s reasonable voice.
Minho raises one unimpressed eyebrow at Hyunjin. “Hannie, of course. Who else would I marry?”
Every eye in the room swings to Jisung, who offers them a sheepish smile. “It was fun?”
“WHAT???” The room explodes again.
Unlike the rest of them, Felix finds he isn’t shocked. Really, like Minho said: who else would he marry?
When Felix glances over, Chan is pinching the bridge of his nose, his calm façade cracking. Felix hunkers down further into Hyunjin.
“You can’t just get married,” Chan finally says.
“I think you’ll find that, under the laws of the fine state of Nevada, we can,” Minho counters. “And did.”
“It’s not valid in South Korea.”
Minho frowns. “Yes. I know. That’s why we did it here.”
Now Chan looks stricken. “Did you—have you—have you been wanting that?” He looks between Minho and Jisung and gives them what Felix suspects is supposed to be a sympathetic and supportive smile. Mostly, he still just looks stressed.
Minho looks at Jisung and then shrugs again. “Not particularly. But we’re here and we could, so why wouldn’t we?”
Now Chan looks annoyed again. “Because it will get out?” he suggests, voice tight. “Because the media at home will pick it up and we’ll have to respond to it? Because it’s legal and therefore there’s a paper trail that proves it happened?”
“Um,” Jisung says.
Chan looks at him, eyes wide and pleading, begging him not to make it worse. Jisung is not the reasonable one in the group, but he is the reasonable one compared to Minho.
Not that it’s a very high bar.
“Is this…” Jisung starts, then grimaces. “Is this a bad time to tell you we also got tattoos?”
“What?” Chan’s flat, calm voice is back. Felix gropes for Hyunjin’s hand, interlacing their fingers and squeezing, hard. Across the room both Jeongin and Seungmin try to hide behind Changbin.
Simultaneously, Jisung and Minho hold up their left hands.
Felix can’t believe he didn’t notice it before, but then again, they both wear a lot of rings. The dark band around each of their ring fingers looks, from a distance, like just another piece of jewellery.
“You got wedding rings tattooed on your fingers?” Chan asks.
“Well, we’d hardly get them tattooed anywhere else,” Minho says, cheeky in a way that Felix thinks will ultimately lead to his death.
“You…we…we can’t cover those up,” Chan hisses.
“Sure we can, hyung!” Jisung says, soothingly. “We can just cover them up with the wedding rings we bought.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a band, sliding it seamlessly onto his finger. Minho grins and does the same.
“Ooh,” Hyunjin says, craning around Felix’s quivering body to see. “Is that white gold?”
“Platinum,” Jisung says, smiling down at the ring. “With an onyx inset.”
“It’s really pretty,” Hyunjin says, admiring the hard, masculine lines of the ring, the way it glints in the light.
“Thanks.” Jisung smiles shyly.
Chan looks like he’s going to explode. Somehow, he maintains his calm tone. “Your plan is to cover up your wedding ring tattoos with…wedding rings?”
“Sure,” Minho says, twisting his own ring around his finger. He looks delighted. “Why not?”
“You don’t think that will…look suspicious?”
“No. Hyunjin and Felix have matching rings.”
Now it’s Hyunjin’s turn to look sheepish. “I actually lost my ring.”
Felix doesn’t mean to pout, but it happens anyway. He’s still wearing his ring.
“I’m sorry!” Hyunjin says immediately, for the hundredth time, wrapping both arms around Felix. “I was trying to be careful. You know I was trying to be careful.”
It’s been weeks and so the initial hurt has faded, but Felix never says no to cuddles from Hyunjin, so he keeps pouting until Hyunjin entirely surrounds him, like a particularly snuggly octopus.
“The point is,” Minho says, not liking that attention is off him and Jisung, “that the fans won’t care if we have matching rings.”
“Are you kidding?” Chan huffs. “There are thousands of videos about Felix’s and Hyunjin’s rings.”
“Damn straight,” Hyunjin says proudly, like he didn’t lose 50% of those rings.
“Yes,” Minho says slowly, like Chan is an idiot. Felix wonders what kind of funeral Minho wants. Jisung might know. “And Felix and Hyunjin aren’t married. So why would STAY guess that we are?”
It’s a fair point.
“But…but…” Chan stammers. It’s rare to see him so flustered. “So you got married. Because you could. What’s your plan now?”
“To be married,” Minho says, like it’s obvious.
And Felix supposes it is. He entwines his fingers with Hyunjin’s, feeling the space where Hyunjin’s ring should be.
“What…like…for real?” Chan asks, gaze darting between Minho and Jisung. “What does that even mean?”
“Well, Chan,” Minho drawls, looking pleased as punch with himself. “When an idol and an idol love each other very much…”
“Do you?” Chan challenges, voice hard.
Minho blinks. He glances over at Jisung, halfway across the room. “You think I don’t?”
“I think you do a lot of things because you think they’ll be funny,” Chan says, flatly.
“This is funny,” Minho allows. Felix sneaks a peek at Jisung, but he’s grinning too. “And, also, I love Han.”
“You do.” It’s not quite a question, not in Chan’s ‘I’m very disappointed in you children’ voice.
“Yeah,” Minho says, voice as hard as the platinum around his finger. “I do.”
“And you?” Chan asks, turning his hard gaze on Jisung. Jisung squirms.
“Hyung,” he whines. “You know I do.”
Chan does. They all do. Whether they knew it was romantic love, sexual love, they’ve all known Jisung loves Minho, since the days of the survival show.
Chan softens, like he always does for Jisung. “So what now?”
“Now you need a real wedding!” Felix interjects. “I can’t believe you got married without us there. It is so disrespectful.”
Minho smiles at him, indulgent. “We’ll have a ceremony when we get back home,” he promises. “You can be the flower girl.”
“I want to be Jisung’s best man,” Felix pouts. “And the flower girl. And I want to officiate.” He loves this idea. He’ll give them away and also marry them to each other, all while sprinkling rose petals absolutely everywhere.
“You can play every single role except groom,” Minho allows. “But you have to bake the cake.”
“Duh,” Felix says, squirming excitedly. “Obviously.” It needs to be a cheesecake, clearly. He starts mentally combing through the recipes he knows.
“Are we all just…facilitating this?” Chan asks the group, desperate.
“As compared to what, Chan?” Seungmin says, emerging from behind Changbin to be the voice of reason. “Disapproving of our friends who are in love and married?”
Chan’s face falls. “No!” he says quickly. “No, obviously not. I just…I didn’t know if they were joking.”
“We probably aren’t,” Minho says, opening his arms. Jisung crosses the room and falls into them. “Probably.”
“It is funny though,” Jisung giggles, pressing their ring fingers together.
“I never know if you two are serious,” Chan complains, practically stamping his foot. “And you two aren’t any better,” he says, whirling on Felix and Hyunjin.
“But we haven’t even gotten married!” Felix protests.
“That is not going to be the bar going forward.”
“Oh, I think it is,” Seungmin says, smirking. “Anything that doesn’t come with a legal paper trial or permanent skin damage is fair game.”
“You,” Chan says, spinning back around to fix Minho with a deadly glare. “This is your fault.”
Minho just grins, nuzzling into Jisung’s swan-like neck. “I’m fine with that.”
“You’re stupid, is what you are,” Chan grumbles, but Felix can see he’s subsiding.
“Stupid in love,” Jisung challenges, twisting on Minho’s lap to grin at him. And then they’re kissing, and no one in the room wonders if it’s a joke anymore.
Felix sinks deeper into Hyunjin’s arms and wonders…
Maybe someday.