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The bar was buzzing with activity, slurred conversations and drunk laughter mingling with the music— it was a pop song, some latest popular number Sieun had often heard Suho hum absently while cooking. His friends were sprawled around the table, chattering, faces flushed from the excessive alcohol that had been going around all through the evening. It could be excused though, considering the occasion.
Suho was at his side, clinging to him, too drunk to hold himself properly. To be fair, he clung to Sieun on a regular basis when he was sober too, but the drunk version of him lost any and all sense of propriety when it came to his boyfriend. Well– fiance, now.
Fiance. Sieun’s stomach swooped at the word.
He couldn’t stop looking at the band on his ring finger, a simple, unobtrusive thing, but beautiful in a way that made his breath catch. It made him stupidly emotional, just the fact that Suho knew him so intimately, knew his tastes to the exact match. Such an insignificant detail in the face of what that ring actually entailed and yet it still made his heart flip.
Suho mumbled something from where his face was smushed into Sieun’s neck, their bodies practically melded together. It was probably bordering on indecent the way they were sitting but tonight Sieun couldn’t care less. Surrounded by his friends– practically family now, and the love of his life, he felt so unbelievably, incandescently happy he could cry.
Happy. Loved. Precious things he never could’ve imagined for himself years back, but his life was now overflowing with them. And the sole reason for it was currently nuzzling into his neck like an overtired, clingy koala. Sieun felt a wave of fondness wash over him, running his fingers through the soft hair at the back of Suho’s head.
“Suho-yah, come on– wake up.” He cajoled the other softly, hand still continuing its soothing motion.
Suho mumbled something incomprehensible in turn, tightening his arms around Sieun.
“You need some help there, ice princess?” Baku yelled from where he was manoeuvring a drunk Gotak. The latter was holding Baku’s face in his hands, smushing his cheeks together, cooing, so the words came out muffled. Baku was half-heartedly trying to remove them, gripping the other’s arms, gently. The expression on his face was more smitten than annoyed, though.
Sieun hid a smile in Suho’s hair. “No, I’m fine. You seem to have your hands full, anyway."
Baku replied something but it got lost in the music and the palm of Gotak’s hands.
Sieun turned his head, locating Yeongi, curled up with her girlfriend, and Juntae— busy arranging for cabs.
Sieun shook Suho again lightly, trying to nudge him awake.
But to no avail. Suho whined into his neck like a petulant toddler. “ ‘ive m’re m’n’s s’nie pl’ss.” It really shouldn’t have been as endearing as it was. Sieun sighed helplessly, giving in.
Slowly things began to wind down. The others started getting up amidst much stumbling and laughter.
Juntae glanced questioningly at Sieun, when he stayed seated.
“It’s okay, you guys go ahead. We’ll leave in a few minutes.”
Yeongi looked sceptically at where Suho was sprawled in Sieun’s lap, completely plastered. “You can manage–” she waved a hand in Suho’s general direction, “ — all that? You sure?”
Inhibitions lowered, Sieun couldn’t stop a small smile blooming on his face at the transparent concern in her voice “Yes I’m sure, Yeongi-ah. Don’t worry. We’ll be fine.”
Yeongi’s eyes softened and she nodded once. “Okay then. You both better be alive tomorrow.”
Giving them a last look, she turned towards the exit, the others stumbling behind her. Sieun raised a hand in farewell as Baku and Gotak bid their slurred goodbyes too.
A few minutes passed in silence, Suho’s chest rising and falling against his, arms still tight around Sieun’s waist. He let out a small whine again when Sieun’s hand stilled in his hair, making the former huff a laugh. He shook his head slightly, resuming the movement. “And you call me a cat.” He ignored the way fondness dripped from his words, honeyed and sweet.
Suho didn’t reply, dozing contentedly in Sieun’s arms.
The warm weight of his boyfriend– fiance!, the puff of hot breaths against his neck, the alcohol in his system– all of it was making Sieun sleepy too, eyes feeling heavier by the second. But he couldn’t fall asleep here, Sieun reminded himself, shaking himself awake. He gently extricated himself from Suho’s vice grip with some difficulty, the other being extremely unhelpful throughout the process.
Suho began sulking immediately, crossing his arms. He looked like a disgruntled toddler, refusing to look at Sieun, a belligerent pout on his face.
Sieun snorted, making the other look at him from the corner of his eye.
Suho turned towards him, demeanor changing abruptly, the scowl on his face melting away, replaced by an awed look. “Are you hurt anywhere?” he asked, hands hovering over Sieun.
“What?” All traces of amusement left Sieun at the question. “I’m not hurt, Suho-yah? What are you talking about? Wait– Are you hurt?” Panic seized Sieun, all rational thoughts of how that could have even happened leaving him in the face of Suho’s apparent hurt.
Suho still had that dumb, awed expression on his face, though. “It must have hurt– when you fell from heaven.”
Immediate, visceral relief washed over Sieun, followed by exasperation once Suho’s words actually sunk in.
“Seriously?” He asked flatly, levelling Suho with an unimpressed look.
“You’re the prettiest person I’ve seen. You must be an angel. There’s no other explanation.” Suho nodded solemnly, as if stating a fact.
Sieun’s cheeks warmed, the telltale sign of a blush spreading over his cheeks. Suho’s eyes widened even more, staring at him with a starstruck look on his face.
“Pretty.” He murmured. Hushed. Reverent.
Sieun’s face was on fire. He looked away, unable to bear it anymore.
Clearing his throat, he tried desperately to regain his composure. This was his fiance, for fuck’s sake— they’d been dating for four years now. And yet Suho was able to render him into this– this blushing, stuttering mess.
“Ahn Suho,” He hissed, trying to adopt a stern glare, though he was sure he was failing spectacularly. “What is wrong with you? Stop this immediately!”
“Pretty angel knows my name!” Suho gasped, completely disregarding what Sieun had said just moments ago.
What?
Sieun was actually starting to get worried now. Firmly packing away the anxiety that was drumming against his heart, he swallowed, gently taking Suho’s face in his hands, examining him with a methodical, clinical precision.
Surprisingly, Suho went along with it easily, eyes still roving over Sieun’s face intensely.
Suho’s vitals seemed fine as per his examination, heart rate and breathing both within normal ranges. Reflexes okay, too. So then what— Sieun frowned, trying to come up with a viable explanation that would explain Suho’s behaviour.
Something touched his forehead, making him startle. Sieun looked up, catching Suho’s worried gaze on him, hand hovering near his forehead, “Don’t frown angel. It makes me sad.”
Sieun took in Suho’s face again, the ruddy cheeks, the dilated pupils.
Relief crashed over him a second time, realization dawning on him.
Suho was just drunk. Completely black out drunk.
He’d seen Suho drunk before, of course, but never to this extent. Suho never drank too much, his tolerance already impaired as an aftereffect of the brain injury. So this was the first time Sieun was seeing him like this.
And it was— something, alright.
So drunk apparently that he forgot Sieun. And was trying to hit on him? The sheer ridiculousness of the situation, paired with the whiplash of emotions made Sieun want to cackle. Or cry. Or both.
Sieun laughed, relief spilling out of him in giggles. Only you, Ahn Suho.
Suho gasped again, gaping at him with the same awed expression he had on his face the first time Sieun smiled at him.
“Marry me,” He blurted.
“What?” Sieun asked, giggles dying down. “Do you even know my name, Suho-yah?” He teased, a grin still painted on his face.
“Oh. Yeah. Names are important for vows– can’t have a wedding without names” Suho muttered, face falling for a moment before he lit up again. “Okay then tell me your name and then marry me!”
“Sieun. My name is Yeon Sieun.”
“Yeon Sieun. Si-eun Sieun-ah. Pretty, pretty name for a pretty boy.” Suho rambled, mouthing Sieun’s name over and over again.
Sieun blushed again, torn between wanting Suho to shut up and keep going forever.
“No wait!” Suho exclaimed, startling Sieun. “It’s not a good name, no. Not at all. No”
“What?” Sieun asked, hurt colouring his tone slightly.
“Ahn Sieun,” Suho nodded decisively. “Ahnnn Sieun. Much better. Sounds much better, see?” He argued. “But for that you’ll have to marry me!” He finished triumphantly, looking far too pleased with himself.
Suho looked so ridiculously adorable, the apple of cheeks flushed red, smiling so wide his eyes were squinting, that Sieun couldn’t have stopped the laughter that bubbled over, wondrous, giddy– even if he tried. He ducked his head, ignoring Suho’s protests– Nooo don’t hide from me angel, lemme see your laugh, you laugh so pretty– his entire body shaking with laughter.
Catching his breath, he straightened back up, looking back at Suho’s smitten face. He opened his mouth to clear up the misunderstanding but—
Oh. He could have some fun with this
— and clicked it shut.
He tipped his head up, peering at Suho though his lashes in a way he knew drove the other crazy. “I would but…”
Suho choked, buffering in real time, as Sieun titled his head, blinking up at him. The smaller bit his lip hard, trying to keep in the laughter, tracking the way Suho’s eyes zoned in on it immediately, the red on his cheeks deepening. His fiance shook himself vigorously, not unlike a dog, as if trying to snap out of it. It went on for a few minutes as his eyes would catch Sieun’s again and he’d freeze, starting the process all over again.
Eventually, Sieun took mercy on him, wiping the guileless expression off his face, biting back a smile. This was fun. He could see now why Suho enjoyed teasing him so much.
Suho snapped out of it finally, clearing his throat, “What is it angel? Tell me, I’ll take care of it for you. You can’t say no— we were married in our past lives, we have to marry in this one too!”
“Were we, now?” Sieun teased. “How do you know?”
“Yes. I just– I just know.” Suho jabbed a finger in his chest, “I can feel it here. So you can’t say no.”
Sieun was so in love he could die. He pressed his lips together to keep a smile from breaking through. “But… I’m already engaged to someone,” he said mournfully.
“He doesn’t deserve you. I’ll go beat him up.” Suho’s reply was immediate, chest puffing up. He looked as if he was already gearing up to fight this imaginary person who’d stolen Sieun’s heart even in his half conscious, completely wasted state.
And the fact that this imaginary person was himself— Sieun started laughing so hard, tears sprung to his eyes.
Suho scoffed indignantly in response, looking offended, though the look kept slipping off in the face of Sieun’s genuine amusement.“What? You don’t think I can? I’m very strong, princess.” He exclaimed, lifting Sieun up in one smooth movement, plopping him into his lap.
Sieun’s breath caught, laughter dying down abruptly. He swallowed, heart racing, his entire body feeling hot. Fighting to maintain a neutral expression, he shrugged. “I don’t know, he’s pretty strong.”
“Tell me where he is. I’ll prove it to you, I swear.” Suho was already half out of his seat, Sieun still securely wrapped in his arms.
“Okay! Wait, okay, I believe you.” Sieun yelped, rushing to placate his overeager fiance. “I believe you, just sit down.”
Suho settled back down, looking mollified. “So will you leave him now and marry me instead?” he asked, plaintively.
“I can’t.” Sieun murmured, lifting a hand to trace Suho’s cheek tenderly. “You see… I love him.”
“Oh.” Dejected. Heartbroken.
“And does he?” Suho asked, trying and failing to keep the misery off of his face, “Love you?”
“The most.” A pause. “More than anyone has ever loved someone.”
“Oh. Good. He should” Suho nodded and then frowned. Sieun had to physically swallow the urge to kiss it away. “And… he makes you happy?” Suho’s voice was low. Tentative.
Sieun smiled through the tears clogging his throat. “More and more everyday. More than I ever thought possible. He’s my sun— my life.”
Suho swallowed roughly, eyes shining as well. “Good. You deserve that. You deserve everything.”
“You do too.” Sieun breathed.
“But I can’t have you.” Suho’s voice was tremulous.
And Sieun suddenly couldn’t bear it anymore. His hand stilled on the mole at the corner of Suho’s lip. A place his mouth had mapped a thousand times before, something he could trace with his eyes closed. “Of course you can.”
“You’re engaged, though.”
“Yes. To you, silly.”
“No.” Suho gasped.
Sieun smiled. “Look at your hand, Suho-yah.”
“The other one,” he laughed, when Suho squinted at his right hand.
Suho did, gaping as his gaze caught on the ring on his finger. He stared at it dumbfounded, alternating between looking at his hand and Sieun in turn for a couple of minutes.
“You’re marrying me? You said yes? To me?”
“I did.” Sieun hummed, feeling completely, utterly enamoured.
“No.”
“Yes.” Sieun felt laughter bubble up inside him for the thousandth time that day. His cheeks were aching from smiling so hard. “I can take it back if you–”
His words were abruptly cut off by Suho’s lips on him. Warm. Insistent. Sieun melted into it, kissing back earnestly. Falling into a soft, achingly sweet rhythm.
Sieun couldn’t tell how long they kissed for, completely entwined in each other, wrapped up in their own bubble. Just that time felt like it was moving through molasses, slow and syrupy and if it was a dream Sieun never wanted to wake up.
He drew back slowly, panting, eyes heavy-lidded as he looked at Suho. “Suho-yah,” He called softly. He could feel the shudder that went through the other at that.
Suho blinked dazedly, tracing his lips with his finger, “Mm?”
Sieun smiled again, besotted and so, so in love. He cupped the other’s face in his hands, gently. “Come on now. Time to go home.”
Suho agreed, completely pliant in his hands, the dazed expression etched on his face, seemingly permanently. Sieun shook his head lightly, leading them towards the exit. He would’ve kissed the other much sooner if he knew that was all it took.
He hailed a cab, ignoring Suho’s loud exclamation of– We live together?! –as he manoeuvred the other’s gangly limbs into the car with a practiced ease.
He slipped inside quietly, slotting into place besides his fiance. Suho immediately pulled him closer in his arms, their rings glinting in the dim light.
Sieun smiled at his fiance– soon to be husband, feeling completely at peace.
A lifetime of this— he couldn’t wait.