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DK can tell when Mingyu wakes up, because the yelling starts almost immediately.
Ditching the soda he'd been trying to fruitlessly rattle out of the overpriced vending machine in the hall near the waiting room, he sprints toward the source of the commotion, barely bothering to throw a quick apology to the nurse he almost barrels over in the process.
The noise is muffled through the door, but it's drawn the attention of almost everyone sitting in the uncomfortable.
DK bursts into the hospital room to Mingyu, the perfect picture of heartbroken distress.
Clinging to Wonwoo's left hand like a limpet, there's no tears yet, but his lip is wobbling dangerously.
Both Wonwoo and the nurse, standing off to the side, look far too amused for there to be any pain involved.
Before DK can demand to know what happened, Mingyu opens his mouth again, sniffling.
"Who," he demands far too loudly, staring up at Wonwoo, clearly distraught. "Who married you?!"
DK has never whipped his phone out to hit record faster in his life.
“Mingyu,” Wonwoo chokes out, doing a pretty terrible job at hiding his laughter, shoulders shaking, breath catching.
It’s exactly how DK feels watching this circus play out in real time.
“Mingyu, listen—”
“No!” Mingyu says stubbornly, eyes wide and heartbreakingly sincere, locked onto Wonwoo like he’s the only solid thing in the room.
“You—you can’t have married someone else. I was going to marry you.”
The nurse makes a sound like she’s been punched in the stomach by emotion, or maybe just laughter, and excuses herself with a dignity that crumbles by the time she hits the hallway.
DK can hear her dissolve into hysterics at the end of the corridor.
Wonwoo looks like he might pass out from trying not to laugh. He places his free hand carefully over Mingyu’s like he’s afraid he’ll break the illusion.
“It’s okay, Gyu,” he says softly, wheezing through the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Just let me explain—”
“It’s not okay,” Mingyu blurts, and his voice cracks in the most pitiful way imaginable. His eyes are shining.
“I like you so much. It’s not fair that someone else got to marry you. It’s not fair!”
Someone’s wheezing. It’s pathetic and high-pitched and just bordering on dolphin noises. DK realizes a second too late that it’s coming from him.
To his credit, Wonwoo doesn't stop him.
He just keeps patting Mingyu’s hand as his fully grown, six-foot-plus, alarmingly beautiful husband continues to spiral in a flurry of emotion and increasingly irrational logic. “Gyu—”
“I will find them,” Mingyu barrels on, dead serious, clenching Wonwoo’s hand like he’s about to be pried away at any second.
“I’ll find whoever married you, and I will fight them. I don’t care if they’re stronger. I’m faster. I’ll take them down.”
DK lets out a honking croak and doubles over against the wall.
Wonwoo glares at him with the kind of fire that would burn lesser men.
Mingyu snaps his head around so fast it’s a miracle nothing dislocates.
“DK,” he says, very seriously. Then, like he’s demanding to know the launch codes, “Did you marry Wonwoo?”
DK emits a sound that shouldn’t be human. He’s fully doubled over now, wheezing, the recording on his phone shaking with each unholy laugh.
Mingyu looks offended.
“Dude,” Mingyu says, crushed. “So not cool. Bro code, man.”
“I did not marry Wonwoo,” DK finally manages, breathless.
Wonwoo raises his eyebrows, deeply unimpressed.
“You don’t have to sound so disgusted about it,” he mutters dryly.
If DK wasn’t actively worried Mingyu would attempt to heroically vault out of the bed and throw hands with the nearest available witness, he would’ve absolutely made kissy faces at Wonwoo just to egg him on.
Instead, he settles for sticking his tongue out like a five-year-old.
Mingyu pouts, still clinging to Wonwoo like gravity might change its mind. “Why won’t anyone tell me who married Wonwoo?”
“Mingyu,” Wonwoo sighs, voice gentle now, “I’m trying to tell you.”
“If I ask really nicely,” Mingyu says, almost hopefully, “will you divorce them? I really want to marry you. Like, so bad.”
That finally knocks the grin off Wonwoo’s face, not out of offense, but something softer.
Something syrupy and devastating.
He looks at Mingyu like he’s the moon and the sun and maybe the whole galaxy crammed into one idiotically endearing man-child.
Carefully, he threads their fingers tighter.
“I’ll tell you,” Wonwoo murmurs. “And you let me know if you still want me to divorce them, okay?”
Mingyu nods, face still crumpled with heartbreak.
Wonwoo doesn’t say anything.
Just gently turns Mingyu’s hand and holds up their intertwined fingers so that the light catches on the silver ring resting snug on Mingyu’s fourth finger.
It glints against his tan skin like it belongs there, like it’s always belonged there.
There’s a long beat of silence. Then,
“I married you?” Mingyu whispers, like he doesn’t quite believe it.
Wonwoo grins, sweet and wrecked. “You did.”
“You married me?”
“Of course, idiot.”
“Oh,” Mingyu breathes. “Oh.”
He stares down at their hands like they’re sacred.
He turns his wrist slowly, letting the light catch the ring again and again, his expression melting into pure, unfiltered joy.
He looks like he just won the lottery and then got personally kissed on the forehead by fate. His mouth falls open in awe. His voice is reverent.
“I get to kiss you?”
DK stops the recording and bolts before he starts crying, cackling all the way to the nurse’s station.
Behind him, Wonwoo leans forward and cups Mingyu’s jaw with both hands like it’s the easiest thing in the world, and kisses him slow, soft, and entirely unbothered by the dozens of monitors and wires still beeping around them.
Later, when the meds wear off and Mingyu’s not floating on post-op hospital-grade love potions, they make him watch the recording.
He turns red all the way down to his collarbone and threatens divorce through his hands.
“I can’t believe I said ‘bro code’,” he groans, burying his face in Wonwoo’s shoulder. “I should be put in jail.”
“You said you wanted to fight someone,” DK cackles. “For marrying your own husband.”
Wonwoo laughs quietly, brushing hair back from Mingyu’s forehead.
“You’re ridiculous,” he says, leaning in to kiss his flustered mess of a husband, “and I like you so much, too.”
Mingyu melts into him with a pleased little sigh, then lifts his head only to point at DK.
“I still think he was acting suspicious.”
DK throws a pillow at him. Mingyu catches it with one hand and doesn’t even look away from Wonwoo.
THE END.