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He looked at himself in the mirror once more and let out a very long, heavy sigh. He looked extremely ridiculous. The dress was way too small for him, squeezing him uncomfortably in all the wrong places, and it didn’t even fully close at the back.
Shit, he was still way too sober for this.
Jeno rubbed his hands against his face with some force, he needed to calm down. This wasn’t the time to get carried away by his emotions.
"Hyung"
Oh.
Well, that made things worse.
Jeno didn’t even need to look in the mirror to know it was Jisung. Just the sound of his voice was enough… or maybe, anything related to the taller one just felt easy for him.
He turned around to look at him and saw him fully dressed: shirt, tie, dress pants, jacket... fuck, Jisung even had a flower in one of his pockets as decoration.
How the hell did they manage to dress him up so well? It was unfair.
"Jisung, it’s bad luck for you to see the bride before the wedding" Jeno tried to joke, though his voice came out monotone. He was incapable of lying, especially to him.
"I’m sorry, Hyung. Really, I..."
"No, Ji" He stepped closer to take Jisung's hand, the very one that was bandaged. "You don’t have to apologize, okay? I chose this. Don’t worry, everything is going to be fine between us."
"Are you sure?" The younger's voice sent a shiver down his spine. He was practically begging him to say something reassuring.
"Sure" He grabbed the flower and gently tucked it behind Jisung’s ear. "Now go, I’ll see you in a bit at our fake altar."
Jisung didn’t say anything else. He just nodded and left very slowly, stumbling on his way out and taking longer than he should have to close the door because his hands were trembling.
It was ridiculous, but not as ridiculous as Jeno still standing there in that stupid wedding dress, which was about to rip in two if he dared to breathe any harder than necessary.
But that wasn’t the worst part. Not at all. The worst part was that his heart was racing just at the thought of this stupid fake wedding, simply because it was with Jisung.
Pathetic. That word described him pretty well.
How did he even end up in this particular and bizarre situation? Simple, he had two bandmates who were Lucifer’s long-lost children.
Lee Donghyuck and Na Jaemin.
"Jeno!" And as if summoned, Jaemin burst through the door, yelling" Hyuckie and I found your wedding veil! Now you’re officially ready!"
Ah.. Jeno's attempt at relaxation was of no use.
He might as well start explaining how the hell he ended up in this mess to relax. That was a better option than murdering Jaemin and Donghyuck with his own hands.
Well, it all started like this...
"Does everyone have their glasses full?" Mark asked, for who knows what time in a row.
"Mark, stop asking and let’s just make the toast already!" Chenle scolded him, almost yelling, making everyone laugh.
They had made it to the end of the year after having insanely packed schedules, and somehow, they all managed to have their days off at the same time to spend a night drinking uncontrollably at Chenle’s house without worrying about work or whatever had been bothering them lately.
They were still young, they had the right to have fun, right?
Mark gave a very sentimental speech, talking about how much he loved them, how happy he was to spend another year together and blah blah blah.
To be honest, Jeno wasn’t paying much attention, he was too focused on something else. And by "something else," he meant Jisung... and Daegal, of course. Daegal too.
Daegal had been chewing on Jisung’s sneakers for a while, and he was clearly worried they’d get ruined. That was the only reason he hadn’t registered half of what Mark was saying. Not because he was busy analyzing Jisung’s facial features, not at all.
"Ouch" he muttered under his breath when Jaemin elbowed him, making him snap back into the conversation.
Though, he knew exactly why he had been hit, the wicked grin on Jaemin’s face gave him away.
Jeno sighed. The worst mistake of his life had been telling Jaemin his secret.
The sound of glasses clinking filled the room, and the smile Jisung gave him when their glasses met filled his chest so much that he was two seconds away from his heart exploding. And just like that, without realizing it, he signed his own doom.
Hours started passing, and his glass never emptied. In fact, it was almost magical how every time he blinked, a new toxic liquid appeared inside. But he didn’t question it too much, he wanted to let go, have fun, and stop overthinking. It wasn’t that bad to get a little too drunk for once, right?
No, actually, what he was doing was really bad, way too bad, because drunk Jeno forgot that his bandmates were dark, wicked creatures and became completely incapable of filtering his admiration for Jisung.
It was stupid. So, so stupid. And three times as stupid when he heard Donghyuck yell that they should play "truth or dare" because things were getting boring, and he said it was a great idea.
Why the hell did he think it was a great idea?!
They sat in a circle on the floor of Chenle’s dining room. He had Renjun's head resting on his lap, who at any moment, was probably going to fall asleep and drool all over him. On his other side, he had Donghyuck and Mark, which was a huge mistake on his part.
And right in front of him was Jisung. Another grave mistake.
Jisung was sitting between Chenle, Daegal, and Jaemin, who was looking at him in a very strange way. Jeno definitely should have suspected something at that moment, but he didn’t. Because he was an idiot.
(Had he already mentioned that he did everything wrong that night?)
Jeno noticed how Jisung shifted uncomfortably, his hands trembling slightly. It was normal, he always got like that during these kinds of games because he couldn’t handle the suspense and was scared of drinking too much. But that didn’t mean Jeno didn’t worry about him. On the contrary, it seemed like he cared more and more each time, it was insane, even for himself.
Luckily for both of them, the game began... or unluckily for both of them (especially for Jeno).
At first, it wasn’t so bad. The truths revealed were pretty tame, and the dares were subtle. They were still easing into the game, warming up.
Still, for a while, Jeno felt pretty paranoid.
He was doing his best not to look at Jisung too much, to avoid messing up even more than he already was, but every time his eyes drifted toward him, their gazes met.
His dumb heart kept telling him that it was a clear sign that Jisung was more than interested in him, maybe even in love. But his brain told him to stop searching for signs where there were none. Of course Jisung was looking at him, they were sitting right in front of each other!
He downed the rest of his drink in one go. He needed to shut the voices in his head, no matter what.
(Guess what? Yep, that was another huge mistake on his part.)
Still, the laughter never stopped. Not at all. It had been way too long since he laughed like that, until his face was wet with tears and his stomach hurt. It was nice.
Until, all of a sudden, it was his turn again, and Donghyuck started nudging him playfully, wearing one of those grins that made it clear he was up to something terrible. And things got even worse when Donghyuck turned to look at Jaemin, who batted his eyelashes at him, and they both burst into laughter.
A shiver ran down Jeno’s spine. Something was about to go terribly wrong for him this round.
He knew Jaemin would never tell anyone his secret, especially after how much effort it had taken to get him to admit it in the first place. But it was impossible not to feel a little betrayed, seeing him scheming with Donghyuck like that. He looked so sure of his actions, as if he knew the truth or something.
Whether Donghyuck did or not, this was bad for Jeno.
"Jeno" Mark’s voice sent another shiver down his spine. Shit, Shit, shit, shit. "Truth or—"
"Dare!" he blurted out, cutting Mark off and making himself look like a complete idiot.
It was obvious that Jaemin and Donghyuck were going to make him suffer even worse now, especially if he was already acting this flustered over nothing!
In that moment, he was this close to smacking his own head, but he held back, he had to pretend everything was perfectly fine.
“Are you in a hurry, Jeno?” He hated hearing that tone from Donghyuck, the one he only used to tease others. “Is there something you don’t want to tell us?”
“I already picked ‘dare,’ Donghyuck, so I can’t answer that” he shot back with a big smile, feeling victorious for a few seconds.
“Leave him alone, Hyuck. We still have plenty of rounds to mess with Jen” Jaemin’s voice was soft, but that didn’t ease his nerves, quite the opposite.
“I dare you to kiss Renjun,” Mark declared, and a collective "ooh" filled the room.
Jeno’s eyes instantly darted to Jisung, who was watching him while sipping his drink.
Why did he look so unbothered? Why did he seem so calm about this dare? Was it really necessary to crush his hopes like that?
“Are we starting already?” Renjun grinned "This is pretty tame, though. Are you sure you don’t want something more fun?"
Yeah, kissing each other was normal. Very normal. In their defense, they spent their teenage years isolated from the outside world, it was only natural that they discovered a lot of things together.
“No, I want a deep, long, hot kiss” Mark slurred.
Jeno rolled his eyes. Mark was way too drunk for this.
“From now on, let’s ban Mark and Donghyuck from giving dares together. Last time was already traumatizing enough” Chenle muttered in disgust.
“You’re boring, Chenle” Donghyuck whined. “That’s how we—”
“Make Renjun and Jeno kiss before you keep arguing, or you’re gonna forget” Jisung interrupted impatiently.
Jeno would be lying if he said his heart didn’t crack a little at how indifferent Jisung sounded. But he’d also be exaggerating if he said it shattered into a million pieces.
Jeno downed his drink again, which was magically full once more, even though he hadn’t touched it, then turned to face Renjun. He looked more awake than before, relaxed, and smiling. He actually looked kinda cute like that.
This situation wasn’t unusual for them, it wasn’t their first time, but something about it still made Jeno’s stomach burn.
Or, well… maybe he knew exactly why. Maybe he just didn’t want Jisung to watch.
“Let’s give them a good show so we can keep playing, yeah?”
Renjun didn’t even give him time to answer before grabbing his face and crashing their lips together in a fierce kiss. The only thing Jeno could do was grip Renjun’s waist and pull him closer, until, at some point, Renjun ended up straddling his lap.
The kiss had a certain roughness to it. Their tongues refused to part, and there was so much saliva involved that it started dripping from the corner of his mouth. It was a battle for dominance, and Renjun seemed determined not to let Jeno win.
Not that Jeno was complaining too much. He actually liked how roughly Renjun bit his lower lip, tugging at his hair in the process.
Maybe enjoying the kiss this much was wrong, right? But in the end, they were just following Mark’s dare…
Without thinking, he pulled Renjun even closer, making their hips press together and that’s when he knew they were in trouble.
“Enough! I don’t need another Mark and Donghyuck situation happening right in front of me. Whatever sexual tension is left, resolve it later at home” Chenle interrupted, forcing them apart.
Renjun hopped off Jeno’s lap with a laugh, he was very proud of himself.
“Not bad, Jen” the smaller boy teased, winking at him, which made Jeno chuckle.
“I think I’m gonna have wet dreams about this later” Donghyuck sighed dreamily, and Mark nodded enthusiastically, which was… concerning.
“Please don’t. I don’t want to be part of your fantasies” Jeno muttered, wiping the saliva off his face.
And in that exact moment, he made the mistake of turning to look at Jisung.
But this time, Jisung wasn’t looking back at him. In fact, his head was lowered, and there was a bottle beside him, one that hadn’t been there before.
Something was off.
The strange expression on Jisung’s face, the way he clenched his sleeves… Why was he acting like that? Had he felt uncomfortable with what happened?
“Can we move on to the next one? I’m bored” Jisung said flatly, making Jeno’s stomach turn.
“Aww, does our Jisungie want it to be his turn already?” Jaemin cooed, hugging him, making Jisung groan in annoyance.
“Only because I’m getting sleepy. Not for any other reason.”
That was a lie. A very obvious one. But Jeno didn’t pick up on it, he was still too dazed from the kiss and the alcohol running through his veins.
(Did we already mention that Jeno is an idiot?)
“Alright then, Jisungie. Truth or dare?” Jaemin asked.
Jisung was silent for a few seconds, still gripping his sleeves, but with less force now.
“Truth.”
“And that’s how you plan to stay awake? Lame” Chenle scolded.
“Didn’t you just say you didn’t want us ‘defiling’ your house?” Jisung shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. It was impossible not to laugh at that.
“Someone ask him something before I kill him, please.” Chenle begged.
“Jisung, are you in love with someone?”
Jeno frowned.
That was… weird.
“Since when do you ask such simple and innocent questions, Donghyuck?” Renjun sounded both surprised and disappointed.
“It’s Jisung. I had to go easy on him”
That was even weirder.
Donghyuck never went easy on anyone in these games not even with Mark and they were dating. Why was he suddenly so gentle with Jisung?
“Are you asking if I’m in love right now?” Jisung took a long sip from his glass, and Jeno noticed how his hands were trembling.
“Yes, Ji. That’s what I asked.”
“I think so…”
Jeno’s breath caught in his throat. His worst nightmare was coming true.
Why did things like this always happen to him? He should’ve let go of this feeling a long time ago. And yet, like an idiot, he kept getting his hopes up where there clearly were none…
"How do you think you're in love?! Jisung, this is the first time you've said something like that, and you didn't tell us anything!" Mark practically screamed in excitement. And he wasn’t the only one, after all, their maknae had just admitted something huge. It showed that he wasn’t the little kid they still thought he was.
That made Jeno’s heart ache three times worse. This was serious. Shit, he wanted to die.
"Because I'm going to forget about this soon. That person doesn't like me back."
Oh...
"Ji, why do you sound so sure? Did they tell you that?" Renjun asked, suddenly worried.
"I already answered the main question. I don’t have to keep answering," Jisung replied, his voice was sharp, just like it had been almost all night.
"Can we at least know if it’s a he or a she?" Jaemin’s question sent a shiver down Jeno’s spine. He didn’t want to know. Either answer would break his heart in the worst way, and he was too drunk to handle it.
"Guys, leave him alone. He already said—"
"It’s a he" Jisung cut off Chenle. "And that's enough. We’re not talking about this anymore."
Jeno nodded automatically, he definitely didn’t want to hear any more.
"Renjun, truth or dare?"
Jeno was sure that the sound of his heart shattering into a thousand pieces had echoed through the entire room, but no one else seemed to hear it.
So he swallowed his pain and forced a big smile, pretending to enjoy the rest of the night. Time passed so fast it felt like a blur, yet he still couldn’t stop looking at Jisung.
What did this other guy have that he didn’t? He couldn’t understand it.
The whole situation replayed in his head over and over again, but what hurt even more than knowing Jisung had feelings for another man… was how little Donghyuck had reacted.
Did he already know? Is that why he asked the question? Maybe he just wanted to expose Jisung and tease him.
Shit, shit, shit.
If Donghyuck did know who Jisung liked, then Jeno was screwed. Because that meant he would do everything in his power to push them together, and Jeno would be left even further out of the game.
The idea of smashing his head against Chenle’s glass coffee table was becoming more tempting by the second passed.
"Jeno, truth or dare?" Before he even realized it, it was his turn again. And unfortunately for him, Donghyuck was the one asking.
No matter what he chose, this was going to be bad. Really bad.
He glanced at Chenle’s coffee table again. If he leaned in a little more and did it quickly, maybe it wouldn’t hurt too much.
"Jeno, answer!" Jaemin yelled, bringing him back to reality once again.
"Dare."
Two seconds after saying it, he regretted it. He had made a very bad decision (though the other choice wouldn’t have been much better either).
"I dare you to give Chenle a sexy dance… and, if possible, take something off in the process."
No fucking way...
"WHAT?!" Chenle, Jisung, and he shouted at the same time. He definitely didn’t see this coming.
"Why are you asking me this? Do Mark and you really fantasize about me? I don’t want to be part of your perversions!"
Jaemin laughed so loudly it almost deafened him, but his amusement completely contrasted with the strange grimace on Jisung’s face. What the hell was wrong with him?
"And why me?! I’m the only completely heterosexual person left in the group!" Chenle complained this time. "Put Jeno in your fantasies all you want, but leave me out of it."
"While he dances for you, you can touch his arms and chest as much as you want, Chenle."
Huh?
"Why are YOU giving him permission to touch me however he wants?!"
His heart was pounding so hard it echoed in his ears and Jisung’s heavy gaze was killing him, practically melting him from the inside out.
"Well, I accept."
Jeno’s eyes widened.
"Chenle!"
Holy shit.
Why wasn’t Jisung reacting at all? Not even a chuckle at his misery. Nothing. Jeno was dying. He couldn’t take it anymore.
"What? I’m a man, unfortunately, I have weaknesses" Chenle replied nonchalantly.
"Your admiration for male muscles is far too questionable for someone who claims to be completely straight" Mark pointed out, voicing what everyone was thinking.
"Alright, enough! Jeno, get ready, I’ve already picked a good playlist" Donghyuck announced, holding up a speaker.
Renjun quickly snatched the phone to peek at the playlist and let out a scream.
"This is going to be too much! I think I’ll dream of Jeno tonight too."
Renjun's words made him tremble. Everyone kept saying things like that about him… except Jisung.
"Hyungs, please" Jisung suddenly pleaded. "Isn’t this too much?"
"Oh, come on, Jisungie! Don’t lie to us, you’re excited about seeing Jeno like this too, little one" Jaemin teased, pinching his cheek. "Don’t pretend you’re not."
Jisung shook his head before taking another sip from his glass. Jeno felt breathless just watching him.
"And don’t come at us with the whole 'I’m in love' thing" Mark added. "That doesn’t mean you can’t think Jeno is hot, like the rest of us."
Mark's words blew his mind, shit, this was not the time for this to be happening.
Silence, that was Jisung’s response.
Jeno felt his insides start to bleed out. There was nothing left of his heart to break.
Until…
"Maybe just a little" Jisung muttered.
And suddenly, Jeno forgot all about his suffering.
Damn, he was so easy to fool.
Squeals filled the room again, this time teasing Jisung. And before he could think twice, Jeno stood up.
He looked at Chenle, who was literally sitting right next to Jisung… Jeno could take the dare very seriously. After all, the maknae thought he was hot, and he was about to have a VIP seat for his show.
"Alright, Hyuck, hit play."
Donghyuck didn’t hesitate for even a second, and soon enough, Pony by Ginuwine filled the room. Was Donghyuck insane? If they were starting like this, it was really going to turn into a strip show.
Still, that didn’t shake the strange confidence the alcohol had given him or the fact that Jisung’s eyes were only on him.
So he got to work.
He ran his hands slowly down from his neck, across his chest, his abs, then a little past his hips before gripping the hem of his shirt and pulling it up. Yeah, he had decided to start off this strong.
His friends' screams erupted almost instantly, though Jisung hadn’t made a single sound…
Jeno danced with his shirt for a while, using it as a prop, sliding it over his body while moving slowly and sensually, focusing mainly on his hips. This was a clear sign that he was way too drunk and that he’d regret it like hell the next day, but that wasn’t his problem right now.
He tossed his shirt toward Chenle before dropping to the floor, creeping toward him like a predator closing in on its prey. Though, in reality, his attention was focused on someone else sitting right there in front of him.
Chenle kept cheering and clapping, looking absolutely thrilled and completely into his performance. Meanwhile, Jisung looked like a statue. He wasn’t moving, he wasn’t breathing, he wasn’t even blinking.
His eyes were glued to Jeno’s every move, and that alone made Jeno’s ego swell, just a little. He was going to make sure Jisung dreamed about him that night too.
Jeno danced closer to Chenle, this time pressing their bodies together slightly, letting his friend’s hands roam over his skin at their bandmate's request. So he decided to take things even further. To risk it all.
His hands slowly slid down Chenle’s legs, or, more specifically, the one pressed right against Jisung’s body. He moved gently just to mess with the Chinese boy a little, until he reached his knee, the one touching Jisung’s.
And then… he let his fingers graze over the youngest as well. Jisung let out a an audible gasp, and that was all Jeno needed.
Holy fuck, it worked.
So much so that Jeno pressed even closer to Chenle, his fingers still lingering on the maknae's knee. To the point where their faces were so close their noses brushed against each other, and—
A loud crash echoed through the room, making him freeze, and—
Oh, shit.
Jisung.
The glass Jisung had been holding was now shattered into pieces. And there was blood.
Jeno was the first to react (of course, there was no way he could just stand there and watch Jisung get hurt). He immediately took the glass from the younger’s hand and checked how bad his cuts were.
Well… it could’ve been worse.
The rest of what happened after that was a blur in his mind, maybe because he was extremely worried about Jisung or because everyone had jumped in to help all at once, talking over each other non-stop.
But what mattered was that Jeno had treated the wound while the others cleaned up and found plastic cups to keep drinking. A small accident wasn’t going to stop them from having fun, obviously.
"All done, Ji" he said with a smile after wrapping the bandage around his hand. He actually felt useful.
"Thanks, Hyung. You really didn’t have to." Jisung looked more embarrassed than ever, which Jeno found adorable.
"And what? Just leave you all injured? Don’t be ridiculous." Jisung lowered his gaze, his cheeks burning red, he was really flustered.
"You should put on a shirt, Hyung. Otherwise, you’re gonna get cold."
Oh. Right. He was still shirtless.
"I totally forgot about that… and the dance, oh my god. What the hell did I just do?" Jisung let out a laugh, one of those laughs that melted Jeno’s heart.
"Your… show was pretty good."
Wait. Did he actually hear that? Or did he just imagine it?! His heart started pounding so fast he thought it might explode.
"Yeah? I thought you wouldn’t like it" he replied, trying to sound as normal as possible.
"It’s a shame you couldn’t finish it because of me…"
"JISUNG! JENO! Come on! One last round!" Mark shouted from across the room with a bottle in his hand, completely ruining the moment.
But Jeno wouldn’t forget what he just heard. Was Jisung really saying that? Did he actually feel something from that?
Jeno smiled to himself. In his dumb brain, he felt huge. Because he was sure that the guy Jisung was in love with had nothing on him, which was completely pointless, considering he didn’t even know who the guy was to think that in the first place.
"Hey! Why is my cup filled with water?" Jisung complained after taking a sip.
They were back sitting on the living room floor, with no trace of the earlier accident, in exactly the same spots, and he was wearing his shirt again. This was their last round, and after that, they’d probably all crash together, one on top of the other.
If he was lucky, maybe he’d get to sleep next to Jisung or at least close enough to see him when—
No, stop. That sounded so pathetic, and low-key stalkerish.
"You drank too much, Jisung, and broke a glass. I’m not letting you drink any more just to end up cleaning your vomit again. I’m doing this for the sake of my carpet" Chenle scolded him. It made Jeno laugh, this was his weird way of taking care of the younger.
Jisung pouted, clearly against the decision that Chenle had unilaterally made, but it seemed like he wasn’t going to fight it either. Just mumble complaints under his breath.
Too cute. Way too cute. Shit.
The game of dares continued, though now the challenges were milder, no one had the energy for any more chaos. That was until they got to the last person, Jisung.
"Truth" He blurted it out before anyone could even ask.
"Jisung, you’re the last one in the round, and you’ve chosen truth every time. We can’t let you do it again" Renjun complained.
"He’s right! You have to do a dare! Entertain us, Jisung!" Donghyuck added, a wide grin on his face—one that definitely had bad intentions behind it, though Jeno failed to notice.
"I don’t want to!" Jisung shouted, covering his ears like a child.
"Come on, Ji! We’ve all done at least one dare today," Mark encouraged him. "Jeno only did dares."
"And what dares" Jaemin added, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Just give it a try, Ji. It’s the last one, and we’re all so tired and drunk that we probably won’t even remember it tomorrow" Jeno chimed in.
That was his biggest mistake of the night. Had he mentioned he was the stupidest person to ever walk the planet?
"Fine. I’ll do a dare."
The room erupted in cheers, as if Jisung had just accomplished something incredible. That was a clear sign of how much alcohol was running through their systems
"Alrigh," Jaemin said, standing up. "Then I dare you to have a fake wedding with Jeno right now. And wear a wedding dress."
They were so lucky all the cups were plastic now because Jeno was sure he would’ve shattered his if it were glass. Everyone froze, waiting for Jaemin to say he was joking. But… he wasn’t.
Jisung’s jaw had dropped so low that Jeno was sure it was going to get stuck.
"ARE YOU INSANE?!" Jeno was the first to break the silence, and unfortunately, he sounded way more desperate than he wanted to.
"Oh, come on. You’ve done worse things tonight, Jeno"
Yeah, but none of those things involved Jisung. And Jaemin knew very well how Jeno got when it came to the younger.
"NO! We’re not doing this! I refuse!" Jisung shouted, sounding terrified.
Ouch.
So Jeno had gotten his hopes up for nothing… again.
The way Jisung said that it sounded almost disgusted. Was the idea of marrying him really that bad?
Why was he taking this so seriously anyway?! It’s not like he wanted this either!
"You can’t say no! You’d be ruining my dream!" Mark jumped in, making Chenle burst into laughter.
"YES, we can say no! You can’t force us!" Jeno argued back.
"Of course, we can" Donghyuck chimed in. "You already picked ‘dare' Jisung and no one else refused their dares. You’ve done worse things before, don’t be a pussy"
"And why do I have to do it?! This is Jisung’s dare!" He complained.
"As if you don’t want to get on one knee and put a ring on Jisungie’s finger. We’re basically making your dream come true, baby boy"
Jeno hated him. He despised Donghyuck with every fiber of his being.
Why the hell was he even friends with a Gemini in the first place?
Mark was definitely going to hate him forever when he inevitably murdered his boyfriend for being completely insufferable. But honestly? Living with Donghyuck’s evilness was impossible at this point.
"Let’s do it right now! Everyone gets a role in the wedding! I’ll be Jisung’s best man. Or bridesmaid. Whatever" Chenle declared, way too excited.
"I want to officiate it! Let me officiate it!" Mark begged, grinning from ear to ear. "It would be the best thing to ever happen in my life, please!"
"I wanna walk the bride down the aisle!" Renjun shouted.
Panic flooded Jeno’s veins. Why did everyone think this was a great idea?! Did no one care about his poor heart?!
"You can’t marry us. You don’t have a wedding dress" He said confidently, as if that would save him.
"Who said we don’t have a wedding dress?" Jaemin grabbed his bag, his very massive bag, and indeed pulled out a wedding dress from inside.
What the actual fuck.
"JAEMIN! Where the hell did you get that?!" Renjun asked, just as shocked as everyone else.
"A magician never reveals his secrets, Ren" Jaemin replied smugly. "But what he does is manage to get Jisung into this dress."
"NO! You are not putting me in that dress! I refuse!"
Chaos. Screams everywhere. Too much happening all at once. Jeno’s brain couldn’t process everything.
Actually? His head hurt. It seemed like the shock had completely sobered him up.
He glanced at Jisung, who still looked terrified, hiding behind Chenle like that would actually help him.
"If you put me in that dress, I swear I’ll leave the band! I’m not exaggerating!"
If there was one thing impossible to do, it was making Jisung do something he didn’t want to do. He could turn into the most insufferable person alive if it meant escaping something he hated and this was proof.
They had to do the dare.
Even if Jisung hated it with every fiber of his being. Even if Jeno had no choice but to rip out his own heart and stab it over and over until it was completely destroyed. And even then, he was still more worried about Jisung than himself.
That’s just how things always were, right? All the guys said it, even in interviews. Jeno was weak when it came to Jisung. He always put Jisung above himself.
And that led him to make the stupidest decision of the night.
(One he still regretted, by the way.)
"Enough, guys. Leave Jisung alone, you know he’s not going to wear that, so stop pushing it" He stepped in, moving closer to the younger. "I’ll wear the dress"
"YOU’LL WHAT?!" Jaemin’s shock was unreal, like he had never even considered that as an option.
"That’s the most romantic thing ever!" Mark screamed, even more excited now. "Jeno loves Jisung so much that he’s willing to embarrass himself just so Jisung doesn’t have to!"
Ugh.
Could he still smash his head against Chenle’s coffee table or had he missed his chance?
"Aw! Does Jeno really want to compete with Romeo? At this rate, he's winning. Chill out buddy, you're making the rest of us men look bad"
Jeno really hated him. Donghyuck was the worst thing that had ever happened to his life.
If he closed his eyes hard enough, he could picture himself strangling him…
"Let’s get started, then!" Chenle beamed with zero hesitation.
"Chenle, your printer better still work, I have some papers you need to print so this wedding can be as real as possible."
"PAPERS?!" Jeno shrieked in horror.
That wasn’t part of the dare!
"YOU TWO!" Jisung yelled, pointing at Jaemin and Donghyuck. "You planned this! This isn’t fair!"
Oh… Jisung was right. This had definitely been planned.
Great. Now he had to kill Jaemin, too.
"Enough complaining! Time for wedding prep! You can’t see each other before the ceremony, it’s bad luck! Someone, do something!"
And that led to his current situation.
Locked in Chenle’s room, stuck in that damn dress, with a bottle of soju in his hand that he had stolen during a quick escape to the kitchen, regretting every decision he had ever made in his life.
He could still hear things being moved back and forth outside, probably arranging everything for the grand event. And as if that weren’t enough, Jisung’s visit still had him shaken.
Apparently, his foolish heart believed this was real, given how wildly it was pounding. Ha, useless.
“At least the veil looks good on you” Jaemin said as he finished adjusting it. “And I think you can handle the dress a little longer without breaking a rib or something”
If he was honest, he was so mad at Jaemin that he had ignored him to the point of forgetting he was still in the room with him, right in front of him, visible in the mirror’s reflection.
“You betrayed me” was all he could say or rather, spit out. It sounded way more aggressive than he intended.
“What? I would never do that to you. You’re my best friend, Jeno. Don’t say things like that” Jaemin scolded him with a sweet tone, which did nothing for him.
“You planned this with Donghyuck against me, Jaemin” he clenched his fists tightly, a failed attempt to calm himself. “I’m sure this was his idea to begin with. You told him, didn’t you? It’s obvious. Otherwise, how would he be so sure about this…”
“What are you saying?! I promised you I wouldn’t tell anyone, and I’m keeping that promise. I could never do that to you.”
“Then?”
Jaemin let out a long sigh.
“When Donghyuck came up with the idea, I told him he was crazy,I couldn’t agree to that. But…” Here came the excuse. “He told me something that completely changed my mind, and honestly, I’m still disappointed.”
Disappointed?! About what? Jaemin wasn’t the one who should be feeling disappointed here.
“How come you never told me that you kissed Jisung on his 18th birthday?! Jisung is about to turn 23! We’re best friends, I’m supposed to know every detail of your life!”
His cheeks burned instantly.
He had never felt more embarrassed in his life than in that moment and that was saying something, considering he was currently wearing a ridiculous wedding dress.
“No one was ever supposed to know about that. It was a secret I was taking to the grave,” he mumbled under his breath. “Wait… How did Donghyuck find out?”
Could it be…? Had Jisung remembered and told Donghyuck?
“He saw you kissing or making out, as he put it.”
Oh...That made more sense.
Ha, of course Jisung didn’t remember. They had never brought it up in all these years. Why had he gotten his hopes up so fast? Maybe he was even more of an idiot than he thought, still dreaming about a kiss the other person didn’t even remember.
“We were way too drunk, Jaemin. It was Ji’s first time drinking, and things just… happened. It didn’t mean anything. And since he doesn’t remember, I never brought it up again. That’s why I never told you.”
And also because he remembered every single detail of that moment perfectly, but he couldn’t say that out loud. It would make him look pretty pathetic.
“I don’t think Ji actually forgot, based on what Hyuck said…”
What?
No.
That couldn’t be. That didn’t make sense.
“What do you mean…?”
“Come on, guys! Everything’s ready!” He never thought he could hate Renjun in his life, but well, there was always a first time for everything, right?
"We'll talk about this later, okay?" No, he actually needed to finish this conversation, like right now, but that wasn’t an option. "Don’t be nervous, everything will be fine, and Renjun will take good care of you. I love you"
Not be nervous? That was like asking an angel to cut off their wings.
"I love you too, even if you’re the devil himself and working with the enemy"
(Aka Lee Donghyuck).
Jaemin just laughed and left him alone with Renjun and an unbearably heavy silence.
Why couldn’t he go back a few hours, when Renjun and he had been making out like crazy? It was so much better back then. His glass never empty, laughing endlessly, carefree, and without this damn dress that he was pretty sure was starting to give him an allergic reaction.
Jeno took a long sip straight from the soju bottle. If he was about to experience the worst moment of his life, he needed to be as unconscious as possible.
Damn it, maybe he should’ve stayed out of it and let them force Jisung into the dress. He’d probably look stunning in it. Jisung would be a much prettier bride than him…
"Jeno, stop drinking like that" Renjun said as he snatched the bottle from his hands. "I know this is insane, and you’re probably beyond embarrassed, but think about it, this gives you the perfect chance to plan a great revenge later. For both of you."
He really liked how Renjun thought, a lot.
"You’re right. But I’ll need your help. You have way more pent-up evil inside you than I do."
Renjun let out a loud laugh, which somehow made him feel more at ease. At least he could still laugh…
"Of course! We can’t let them win every time. One day, we have to be the ones humiliating them." Oh, that would be fantastic. "But for now, we need to get to your grand wedding, dear Nono, so this nightmare ends quickly for you."
He let out a heavy sigh. This was hell, and even more so when Renjun linked their arms together like they were father and daughter.
Ridiculous. Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.
Renjun slowly opened the door and guided him down the hallway toward the living room, where everything was set up.
Oh, this was truly insane.
They had arranged a small aisle using the couches and the only four chairs in Chenle’s house, Daegal was lying on one of them of course, and at the back, in front of the window, they had set up a makeshift altar using the house’s lamps and some balloons. Where did those even come from?
Jaemin stood to the side of the questionable altar, wearing one of those smiles that always terrified him. In the center, obviously, was Mark, half-dressed as a priest. And on the other side, Chenle stood next to Jisung.
Jisung…
Before Jeno could process anything, Donghyuck appeared, throwing paper flowers into the air while singing Puzzle Piece, stealing his attention for a few seconds and making him hate him just a little more than he already did.
Was it really necessary to be this annoying all the time? Ugh, and he was clearly enjoying this, watching him suffer like this…
Renjun gave his arm a squeeze, snapping him back to reality, to where Jisung was standing.
Jisung…
He looked so adorable standing there, staring at him with wide, terrified eyes, his whole body trembling with nerves.
For a second, he forgot this was all meant to humiliate them. That little moment they shared in the kitchen felt… special. It made him feel something he had never felt before. Like this was meant to happen, like marrying Jisung had always been part of their destiny.
Once they reached the altar, Renjun released his arm, giving him a quick peck on the cheek for “luck” before taking a seat next to Daegal to enjoy the
show.
And that left him standing in front of Jisung, who was looking everywhere but at his eyes, nervously fidgeting with his fingers.
God, this felt way too real.
"D-dearly beloved memb-members" Mark tried to speak loudly but failed as a hiccup escaped him. He was crying.
"Mark! How are you already crying?!" Donghyuck scolded him, making Jeno laugh even though he was furious at him.
"I can’t help it! I always wanted you two to end up together!" Mark sobbed, wiping his tears as fast as he could.
"Just do your job, Hyung. We don’t have all day for this punishment" he practically begged, desperate to stop torturing Jisung with this madness.
Jaemin handed Mark some tissues, which helped him pull himself together enough to continue his ridiculous duty.
"Dearly beloved members, we are gathered here today to celebrate the beautiful union of Park Jisung and Lee Jeno in holy matrimony." It was shocking to hear those words coming from Mark. Had he actually prepared a speech? "After years of watching Jeno suffer from unrequited love, we have finally arrived at this moment where his dreams come true, and Jisung gives him his heart, just as we all always hoped he would."
He shut his eyes tightly. He had never wanted to kill himself in front of everyone so badly, to traumatize them forever and make them remember that they had pushed him to such extreme, extreme decisions.
Suddenly, he felt a hand grasp his and opened his eyes.
Jisung…
Jisung had done it and now, he was finally looking directly into his eyes, his own sparkling with something indescribable.
Oh shit, Jisung's hands were trembling too.
Jeno gave the younger's hand a gentle squeeze, trying to comfort him. He’d offer Jisung whatever security he needed, just for both their sakes. This was all stupid and humiliating, but at least they were in it together.
"It’s time for the vows, guys" Mark whispered, noticing they had been staring at each other in silence for too long.
Did they really have to do this part too?
"Thank you for wearing the dress and doing the dare with me, even though it wasn’t meant for you" Jisung said softly "Sometimes it’s unreal how safe I feel with you, and I still can’t believe how much you take care of me and think about my well-being. And yet, I always end up getting you into trouble without meaning to. I’m sorry, Hyung, for being like this."
Jisung’s words hit him hard.
He didn’t make anything up for the sake of the show. He didn’t vow eternal love to him or anything dramatic. But still, his words sent a shiver down Jeno’s spine.
Jisung had opened his heart just for him. He had allowed himself to be vulnerable in front of everyone, and Jeno valued that immensely.
Damn, he really did.
At this point, wearing that awful dress, having his skin all red from the allergy, it all felt worth it.
"You don’t have to apologize, Jisung. I’m the one who always lets you get me into trouble, and it’s not even that bad… I just like spending time together. And no matter what crazy thing we do, at least we’ll always have great memories to share in the future, right?"
Jisung let out a small laugh, looking away. His ears were red.
A small “aww” was heard in the background, followed by a loud smack, someone had probably silenced someone else violently, but Jeno couldn’t care less.
Because Jisung’s grip on his hand was tightening and that made him incapable of stopping himself from caressing his hand, especially the bandaged one he had taken care of himself.
It all felt so intimate despite the ridiculousness situation they were in, it was as if there was less and less distance between them, and now they were only sharing one big personal space between them.
God, he was so in love and hopeful, truly, Jisung was going to be forever the memory of the worst heartbreak he ever experienced in his life.
Out of nowhere Jaemin and Chenle suddenly appeared with that fucking glass coffee table he had wanted to headbutt a few minutes ago, along with some papers and pens.
He couldn’t believe they had actually printed a marriage certificate, seriously, why the hell was everyone taking this dare so seriously?
Jisung was the first to step forward and sign. Jeno watched as he quickly read through the paper, making a few faces here and there, but he still signed anyway. Then, he passed the document to Jeno and… oh, now it made sense.
It did say the things a marriage certificate was supposed to say, but there were also parts that screamed Lee Donghyuck all over them.
"This certificate binds us for eternity, which means we are not allowed to be with anyone else or separate. This implies that if one of us dies, the other must be buried alive alongside them to prevent breaking the rules" among other questionable statements.
Jeno simply signed next to Jisung’s name without finishing the rest. Nothing coming from Donghyuck could surprise him anymore.
And speaking of the other Lee…
Somehow, Jeno didn’t know when or how it happened, probably because there were just too many things happening at once, but suddenly, Donghyuck appeared with two rings… two tiny toy rings.
No, seriously, they were way too small. He just hoped they’d at least fit their pinkies.
"Park Jisung, do you take Lee Jeno as your wife, to love and respect, in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, every day of your life?" Mark recited, giving Jisung a small nudge to take one of the rings.
When had Mark even memorized all of that? Jeno didn’t know whether to applaud or be concerned.
"Y-yes, I do" Jisung replied in a trembling voice while trying to figure out which finger the ring would fit on
.
(Luckily for everyone, it fit his pinky in the end.)
"Lee Jeno, do you take Park Jisung as your husband, to love and respect, in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, every day of your life?"
Jeno took a deep breath. He didn’t even need a fake or real wedding to do that. In fact, he’d already been doing it for years.
"Yes, I do."
He took the ring and quickly placed it on Jisung’s pinky. It was a little tight, but at least it fit.
"By the power vested in me by the church or the state—in this case, Lee Donghyuck and Na Jaemin—I now pronounce you husband and… wife?"
Why the hell did he feel short of breath hearing that?! It made no sense!
"Now you may kiss the bride… or the groom, however the hell you want."
Fuck, why hadn’t he thought about this happening before?
Did Jisung even want to kiss him?
Jeno looked into his eyes once more. Jisung seemed nervous, unsure of what to do.
"Stop being so dramatic and just kiss already, damn it!" Donghyuck shouted impatiently.
And to Jeno’s great surprise, it was Jisung who moved closer, bringing them so near that their noses bumped, but… but then he was the one who closed the distance, pressing their lips together, sealing their highly questionable fake wedding.
Happening exactly as it had years ago.
Shit, Jisung’s lips were still so soft and plush, so addictive… How had he survived all this time without tasting them again?
It was a small kiss, gentle, quick, and innocent, flavored with alcohol and nerves, just sweet enough to satisfy their friends. So when Jeno thought it was enough for the show and tried to pull away, Jisung didn’t let him.
Jisung. Did. Not. Fucking. Let. Him.
Suddenly, those delicate hands wrapped around his neck, and by reflex, Jeno’s own hands found their way to Jisung’s tiny waist. Their kiss lingered a little longer, now carrying a sweet, hypnotic, dreamlike touch…
It was impossible not to smile. How could he not?
The cheers erupted around them, making them finally break apart, especially when the others began throwing themselves at them, acting all crazy.
This was insane… but it was worth it, really worth it.
And seeing that smile on Jisung’s lips was more than enough—hell yeah, it was.
Once again, he was locked in a room, this time the guest room, trying to take off the devil’s dress that, for some reason, refused to come off his body while cursing under his breath.
And… and Jisung was there too. The guys had decided they had to spend the night together as part of their “honeymoon” which is why they locked them in (literally—he had already tried several times to open the door with no success).
Jeno let out a long sigh. He was too exhausted to complain about it and still felt too dazed by everything that had happened that night.
If he thought about the positives, at least the room had a bathroom and the bed was big enough for Jisung and him to sleep togheter without touching each other.
Yeah, it was perfect.
“Damn it, at least they could have helped me take it off before locking me in here. This is the worst torture of my life” he muttered, already thinking about his revenge.
Watching Jaemin and Donghyuck suffer was quickly becoming one of his wet dreams at this point.
“Oh, hyung, let me help you.”
He turned around and saw Jisung standing by the bathroom door, his hair still wet, wearing a T-shirt and pants that were obviously Chenle’s, but damn, they looked so good on him...
“Please, Ji, I’m losing my mind” he ended up begging. At this point, humiliating himself one more time that day was nothing.
Jisung quickly walked over and brushed his long fingers against the bare skin of his back, sending a shiver down his spine.
Shit. This had been a terrible idea.
Slowly, the dress loosened around his torso, and he let out a pleased sigh. It felt amazing not to feel caged anymore.
“Oh god, thank you, thank you, thank you” he said, practically beaming “I was dying, Ji. I needed this so badly”
“It’s nothing, hyung. Now lift your arms, I think I can pull it off over your head” Jisung said, his voice was softer than Jeno had ever heard before.
Jeno didn’t even hesitate to follow Jisung’s instructions, letting the younger one take care of undressing him. But he was surprised at how slow Jisung was going, very careful, as if he was afraid of hurting him.
Jeno smiled like an idiot, realizing just how much Jisung genuinely cared about him.
Once the taller boy finally managed to free him from that damn dress from hell, he tossed it onto the floor, and they celebrated together as if they had just won the fucking lottery. Jeno genuinely felt like he could breathe better than ever.
“Oh god, I’ve never felt this free in my life” he laughed as he ran his hands over his chest, noticing a few red marks.
Jisung stepped closer again, reaching out to touch the same spots on his skin.
They were close, so close… and the fact that Jisung was touching him while he was basically naked wasn’t helping his thoughts at all. He was thinking about things he shouldn’t, things he never allowed himself to think about.
“I’m so sorry, Jeno. I should’ve been less selfish. Look at you now…” Jisung’s voice was filled with guilt, and for some reason, that made Jeno’s chest tighten.
“Enough, Jisung. How many times do I have to tell you this isn’t your fault? Stop with this, or I’ll have to hit you” Jeno scolded him while heading to the bathroom, he really needed a quick shower.
“Let me find something that fits you, there’s plenty of Chenle’s stuff here that we can use” Jisung said, approaching the small wardrobe in the room.
“Please, don’t look for a T-shirt. I can’t put anything else on right now. My skin needs to breathe” Jeno responded while grabbing a towel.
“So, you’re going to sleep... naked?”
Jeno turned to look at Jisung, who was once again red up to his ears,.
"Obviously, Jisung. Or do you want me to put the dress back on?” He said in a mocking tone.
“No!” Jisung replied, sounding so sure of himself that it surprised Jeno. “Hurry up, I’m waiting for you to sleep, please.”
He was going to wait for him... to sleep together... oh shit, didn’t Jisung know he was an insane idiot who got easily attached?
He had never showered so fast in his life. It was pathetic how much those words motivated him, even though they probably didn’t mean what he thought they did. Still, he allowed himself to believe them because it had been such a long day, and he just wanted peace of mind.
But all his excitement disappeared when he saw Jisung sitting on the bed, playing with his toy ring. He looked strange, something about him wasn’t right.
Guilt hit him like a lightning bolt.
“Ji…” he called softly, approaching cautiously, unsure of how to act.
When Jisung looked up, his eyes were watery… and that was Jeno’s limit.
“Jisung, I’m sorry this had to happen. I know it was really awkward for both of us, but we need to promise that this won’t affect us, that it won’t ruin our friendship.”
It hurt, it hurt like hell to say that because it was a lie. He didn’t feel awkward, not at all. In fact, he had even allowed himself to believe it was real for a moment. But if he had to do it for the sake of their friendship, then he would.
“Are you sorry? Are you really sorry about this?”
Jeno was surprised by the resentful tone in Jisung’s voice. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t his Jisung.
“I…”
He didn’t know how to respond. Should he lie or tell the truth? Should he take a risk or keep being a coward?
“I’m not, but I understand if you are” he answered, giving a half-truth.
Jisung’s hands went to his head, his hair. He looked stressed.
“I should have convinced Donghyuck that his memories were wrong because of how much alcohol he drank that day when I had the chance. Shit, this is my fault” Jisung murmured, and that froze Jeno.
Was he talking about what Jeno thought he was talking about?
Shit. It was now or never.
“So, you remember our first kiss?” Jeno blurted out without thinking. He hadn’t meant to say it that way, his mouth moved faster than his mind.
Jisung’s eyes widened so much it looked like they were going to pop out. He seemed even more surprised than he had been a few hours ago when they were dared to get married.
“And Donghyuck saw us and kept that information all this time to make this happen…” Jeno continued. “All this time, I thought you didn’t remember that.”
That kiss was different, and he would even say special. Every other time he had kissed other members, there had been a reason behind it, whether it was a dare or simply young boys looking to experiment together... but this, this wasn’t like that, and they both knew it very well.
Jeno still remembered perfectly how Jisung played with his hair, how at times they let their noses brush against each other as their bodies pressed closer together, how they laughed between kisses, and how the taste of alcohol faded between them, turning into something sweet, almost like the taste of love.
How, for the first time, he let himself think that maybe falling in love with Jisung wasn’t such a bad idea. It hadn’t been a kiss between friends, and even after all these years, Jeno still believed it was the best kiss he had ever had in his life…
"At first, I didn’t remember" Jisung admitted. "Not until Hyuck came to bother me about it, and the memories hit me way too hard." His body trembled at this confession. "I was afraid to tell you that I remembered it because it meant a lot of things I didn't want to discover, but Donghyuck never let me get away with it, and this is where we are now... Hyuck really couldn't keep hiding the secret any longer just because I asked him to, but clearly, he had to do something about it."
That… that was too much to process.
Fuck.
"I guess it’s too late to figure out what that meant, no?" Jeno attempted a smile, probably a disastrous one. "At least Donghyuck managed to get us married. We’ll be together even after death, according to that stupid paper."
Jisung stepped closer, looking like he was on the verge of breaking.
"Why do you say that? Why is it too late?" His voice came out in a whisper, but Jeno could still hear his desperation. It was killing him.
How could he ask why? The answer was obvious, it was because of him, because of Jisung.
"Because you’re in love with another man, Ji" he said, feeling as if he had just stabbed his own heart. "And because we’re not those two naive kids who barely knew what the world was anymore."
Jisung hurried to take his hand, wrapping his fingers around Jeno’s pinky, where that stupid toy ring symbolized their lovely fake marriage.
"Jeno... I’m not in love with another man. I’m in love with you."
Oh.
"What?" That was all he could manage to say. This had to be unreal, another one of his delusions.
"I’m in love with you. It took me so damn long to accept it, too long. But I can’t keep pretending I don’t know what I feel for you, that I’m not dying for you to look at me, to think about me every day…"
Oh, god.
This was too much, more than too much. He had never even imagined something like this. This had never been a possible scenario in his head, not even once.
It was inevitable. The tears started falling uncontrollably down his face. He was incapable of holding back his emotions.
"Jeno…" the younger murmured, reaching out to wipe his tears away.
Jeno took his hands, stopping him from touching his face, and intertwined their fingers.
"I’ve been in love with you for so fucking long, fully aware of what I felt. But I never imagined this, that you’d feel the same" he whispered, unable to speak any louder. "I swear, I don’t know what to do."
Jisung broke their handhold and cupped Jeno’s face, pressing their foreheads together. This was intimate, too much.
Oh… he was crying too. Shit.
"Then we’re both idiots, because I don’t know what to do either." Jeno laughed at that. Of course, they couldn’t even do this right.
He shifted his head just enough so that their noses bumped against each other, rubbing lightly. That made Jisung laugh too.
They were ridiculous, crying like heartbroken fools after realizing they had feelings for each other. But at least they were ridiculous together.
"I love you, Ji. I love you so, so, so much" he whispered against his lips, brushing them together. "I’m happy you’re already my husband and have to stay with me until the end of time."
Jisung closed the distance between them in a short, quick kiss that repeated once, twice, seven times, and then some more. It was magical and unreal. Jeno felt like the happiest man in the world. Shit, he had just won the greatest prize anyone could receive.
"I love you too, madly" Jisung said to him when they finally pulled apart and were face-to-face again, causing Jeno’s heart to race.
They kissed again, this time in a long, slow kiss, their mouths moving gently, finding a rhythm that felt perfect for both of them…
The butterflies in his stomach fluttered so wildly he felt like he was going to die.
Jisung's arms wrapped around his neck and his hands moved to his hair. The brush of the band on the younger's hand made him tremble, it still felt so unreal to him.
He grabbed Jisung’s waist and slowly laid him down on the sheets, positioning himself fully on top. They never broke the kiss, not even for a second. In fact, their pace quickened, their tongues finally joining in.
Shit. Someone needed to pinch him awake from this dream.
"Wait" Jeno suddenly interrupted. "Does this mean you were jealous before?"
"Which of all the moments?" Jisung asked while his hands slid down from Jeno’s neck to his back, his very naked back.
A shiver ran through him from head to toe.
"What do you mean which one? I was talking about Chen—oh my god, you were jealous of Renjun."
Jisung smacked his back, hard. Damn brat, he had a heavy hand.
"Ouch!" Jeno complained loudly, waiting for an apology.
"How could I not be? You two were practically rubbing against each other, eating right in front of me! And then he was the one to walk you to the altar and kiss you on the cheek! That was completely unnecessary."
Jeno couldn’t hold back a laugh. He hadn’t expected Jisung to be so jealous, but he couldn’t say he didn’t love it. In fact, he adored it.
"Oh, my beautiful angel is possessive" he whispered in Jisung’s ear, pressing their chests together. "I’ll have to be careful when I look at others, so my sweet boy doesn’t claw their eyes out."
Another slap on the back, this time, it only made Jeno chuckle. He took the opportunity to kiss Jisung’s jawline.
Fuck, he loved being like this with him. Was it wrong to wish this could last forever?
"Don't play dumb Hyung, when you danced for Chenle, you were intentionally teasing me".
Ah… he had been caught.
"Sorry, love, but I was dying to get a reaction out of you. I had to use every trick I had, and I think it worked perfectly."
Their lips met again, and Jisung's hands traveled down to his lower back. Goddamn, they were so big that they could explore every inch of him in just a few seconds.
"The others can fantasize about you all they want tonight, but from now on, I’m the only one who gets to have you like this, all to myself."
Dear lord.
Jeno swore he felt electricity rush through his head—but definitely not to the one above his shoulders…
"I like that. A lot. Keep saying things like that, love. I want to hear them all night" he murmured against Jisung’s lips before kissing him again, this time hungrily, wanting to devour him whole.
Their bodies pressed even closer together until there was no space left between them, and Jisung’s legs ended up tangled around Jeno’s hips.
He felt like an addict. This wasn’t enough,;he needed more of Jisung, so much more.
Suddenly, his phone started buzzing, notification after notification flooded in nonstop. Annoyance flared up inside him. Did they really have to ruin this perfect moment?
He pulled away just enough to grab his phone, only to find that it was their members. And they were definitely making fun of them.
"Do they ever leave us alone?" Jisung groaned. Jeno couldn’t agree more.
"We should get revenge on them for making us suffer so much" He confessed that thought that had been going around in his head for hours.
"Although… if it weren’t for them, we wouldn’t be together now. They even made our wedding easier for us."
Jisung had a solid point. But that didn’t erase the frustration he had felt, or the pure hatred he experienced when he had to wear that horrible dress.
"But they’re still mocking us, Ji. And they made me wear that diabolical dress…"
Jisung pressed a quick kiss to his chin, sending a ticklish shiver down his spine. Crap.
"Then we should send them something to shut them up, don’t you think?"
Jeno grinned, immediately understanding where Jisung was going with this.
He quickly opened his phone’s camera, capturing a kiss with the lips he was already addicted to, snapping a few pictures in the process.
This was fun—way too fun.
After selecting the most suggestive one, he typed a short message: "Don’t come bothering us. We’ll be desecrating Chenle’s house again. We hate you all <3."
Clearly, the chat immediately exploded with triple the messages, pure excitement, shock, gibberish, and Chenle crying because they were using his house as a motel again.
"Done" Jeno said, turning off both his phone and Jisung’s. They didn’t need any more interruptions.
"So… are we really going to do it? O-or was that just to mess with the guys?"
Jeno found it adorable how shy and nervous Jisung looked after having shown his ridiculously possessive side just moments ago. He was driving him insane.
He smiled.
"Mmm, I don’t know. Maybe we should find out? I mean, we have to make our honeymoon last as long as possible, don’t we?"
Jisung wasted no time, capturing his lips again, completely surrendering to the moment. Nothing else mattered anymore, it was just them against the world.
In the end, marrying Jisung had been both the worst and best thing to ever happen to him… and he’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.
Well, no—next time, Jisung was the one wearing the dress.
He deserved it.
He so deserved it.