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SPUR OF THE MOMENT
The sleek black Maserati glides smoothly along the winding countryside road toward Daegu matching the satisfying purr of the wedding they’ve just left behind.
Inside, the air still carries the faint aroma of wedding jasmine from Beomgyu's bouquet mingling with the more intense notes of Soobin's cologne. They have been married for less than three hours and the world outside already feels distant.
Beomgyu lounges in the passenger seat with one leg tucked beneath him and his luxurious custom-made white gown cascade over the seat in waves of silk organza and hand-embroidered delicate lace. He’s still riding the high where his cheeks are flushed from champagne toasts and lips swollen from stolen kisses in the venue’s private alcove. His wavy shoulder length hair is slightly mussed where Soobin’s fingers had tangled in it during their last hurried kiss before escaping the reception.
Soobin drives with one hand on the wheel and the other rests possessively on Beomgyu’s thigh tracing lazy absent circles through the thin layers of fabric. His tuxedo jacket is already thrown at the backseat with the sleeves of his shirt pushed up to reveal the strong lines of his forearms and bowtie hanging loose like he couldn’t wait to shed the formality.
Every few minutes, he glances over resting his eyes on Beomgyu's profile. He stares at the delicate curve of his mouth and the way his lashes cast shadows on his cheeks but especially on his adam's apple that he can't wait to devour later.
“You’re staring,” Beomgyu says without looking at him, but the corner of his mouth quirks up.
“Can’t help it.” Soobin’s voice is still warm from saying his vows earlier. “You look unreal. Like you stepped out of some fever dream I had and decided to keep.”
Beomgyu lets out a laugh finally turning to meet his gaze. “Flattery already? We’ve been married for what? Two hours? Save some for the honeymoon.”
“I’ve got plenty.” Soobin squeezes his thigh gently. “But seriously, Gyu, today was perfect. You were perfect. The way you walked down that aisle, everyone’s eyes on you, even Hyunjin's and you just looked straight at me like no one else existed. I almost forgot how to breathe.”
Beomgyu’s expression mellows melting the teasing edge away. He reaches over brushing his fingers on Soobin’s cheek then sliding into his hair. “You weren’t so bad yourself, alpha. And that speech? 'You're like a spring lantern that never goes out'? I thought I was going to cry in front of three hundred people again.”
Soobin chuckles leaning into the touch. “I meant every word, Beomgyu. You really are my number one. Hyunjin can't do anything. You’re officially mine now. No take backs.”
“No take backs,” Beomgyu echoes. He leans across the console being careful of the voluminous skirts and presses a sloppy kiss to Soobin’s cheek making Soobin’s grip tighten on the wheel.
“I still can’t believe we did it. After all the drama and the endless meetings, we actually made it here.”
Soobin hums in agreement, eyes back on the road but hand sliding higher on Beomgyu’s leg. “Told you I’d fight dirty to keep you.”
Beomgyu snorts fondly. “You did. Multiple times.” He pauses then adds with playful accusation, “Including that little stunt with the photographers at the Choi estate dinner. Don’t think I forgot.”
Soobin smirks. “Worked, didn’t it?”
“Unfortunately for everyone else, yes.”
They lapse into comfortable quiet for a stretch basking silently in the warmth of each other’s presence. Beomgyu’s head tips onto Soobin’s shoulder trying not to crush the veil still pinned in his hair.
Then, almost idly, Soobin continues, "Hyunjin looked devastated though. Serves him right."
"What?" Beomgyu asks trying to piece out what his husband means.
Soobin keeps his eyes forward. “Nothing. Just surprised he showed up. Thought he’d have the decency to skip after losing the bid for the marriage.”
Beomgyu's head stills on Soobin’s shoulder. The shift is subtle but Soobin feels it nonetheless. He lifts his head studying Soobin’s profile. “Losing the bid? You make it sound like an auction.”
"Oh wait." Beomgyu cut him off before Soobin could say anything back, now toying with the diamond choker at his throat. It was a gift from Soobin that morning and suddenly it feels like the expensive piece of jewelry could choke him to death. Realisation dawns on him.
"No wonder you looked so smug when Hyunjin came over to congratulate us," Beomgyu says in a hurt voice. "Like you'd won some invisible prize."
“Isn’t that what it was?” Soobin’s voice stays even but there’s an edge now. “Your family parading you around like prize livestock, my parents doing the same to me. Hyunjin was there every step, smiling and flirting, making sure everyone knew he was interested.”
Beomgyu sits up straighter making the silk rustle. “He was being polite and only attended as a business ally. That’s all.”
“Polite.” Soobin repeats the word like it tastes bitter. “He spent half the reception staring at you like he still had a claim. And you smiled back.”
“I smiled at everyone. It was my wedding.”
Soobin’s laugh is short and humorless. “Right. Everyone.”
The air in the car thickens. Beomgyu wants to throw his hands at his husband but instead chooses to cross his arms over the bodice of his gown.
"You’re seriously doing this now?” he asks irritated. “On the drive to Daegu for our honeymoon, you’re picking a fight over some Hyunjin?”
“I’m not picking a fight.” Soobin’s knuckles whiten on the wheel. “I’m just saying what everyone saw. He couldn’t keep his eyes off my omega. I don't really care but don't forget he was also on the shortlist to marry you."
"I think you cared enough to bring him up twice during the drive," Beomgyu shoots back.
"You know what, let's just drop this." Soobin tries for reconciliation, but the damage is already done.
Beomgyu stares at him in anger making his chest rise and fall faster now.
“Stop the car,” he says quietly at first.
Soobin doesn’t respond.
“I said stop the car.” This time it’s louder edged with fury.
When Soobin doesn't make a move to stop, Beomgyu reaches over and shoves the gearshift himself forcing the Maserati to coast to a halt on the deserted stretch of road.
The door flies open with a slam that echoes across the fields. Beomgyu steps out gathering the heavy skirts in both hands. He strides away awkwardly in his five inch stilettos clicking against asphalt like a runaway bride dragging the train of his gown behind like a white flag of surrender he refuses to wave.
Soobin stares after him for a stunned second, then curses and kills the engine.
"Beomgyu, stop being dramatic and get back in the car." Soobin calls out from the car.
Beomgyu doesn't even turn and his anger makes him slip out his Daegu accent in full force. "Whoa! S'now I'm da dramatic one? Ya just ruined ma weddin by mentionin some alpha whose last name I don't even remembuh!"
Soobin is already out eating up the distance with long strides. He loosens his bowtie further with one impatient tug exhaling through his nose like he's trying to expel the frustration.
"Okay. Let's just get back in the car and talk. It's embarrassing." He catches up to Beomgyu easily and grabs his wrist gently trying to turn him around to tug him toward the vehicle.
Beomgyu resists by planting his feet and barrelling back. "Oh, s'now I'm embarrassin ya, Mistah Choi Soobin?" The words come out venomous. "I wore this fuckin weddin gown instead of a suit just for ya. This—" He kicks off one pricey Saint Laurent stiletto, then the other making the five-inch heels clatter onto the road like discarded weapons. "I practiced fuh a month with Rosie. A whole month walkin in heels just fuh today. Only becuz ya wanted me to look like yar perfect little bride!"
Soobin's patience frays visibly. "Now don't act like you did all this because you love me or something." His voice now drops with bitterness he hadn't meant to let slip. "You clearly would have chosen Hyunjin if I didn't have a bigger bank account. Your family basically auctioned you off to the highest bidder."
Beomgyu's face crumples for a split second in shock then outrage follows. "Look who's talkin! Yar family handed out portfolios on their son's ideal mate like it was a job application. High-end qualitiez, pure bloodline, untouched. I was chosen only becuz I'm a virgin with no dating history. Or ya would have picked that pretty, helpless Zhang Hao yarself!"
The accusation hangs between them rearing its ugly head. Soobin's eyes flash with real anger but beneath it, there's a tender conflict.
But before he could utter another word, he sees everything unfolding before him like a slow motion movie. Beomgyu's hand jerk to his ring finger. He twists the platinum band viciously yanking it free in one furious motion and in a spur of the moment, he hurls it straight at Soobin’s chest.
Soobin’s reflexes kick in before his brain fully catches up. His hand snaps out on instinct closing his fingers around the ring mid flight. It nearly slips through but he clamps down making the band dig into his skin.
“Are you fucking crazy?!” Soobin’s voice cracks out louder than he intends. He stares at the ring in his fist like it’s poisoned then back at Beomgyu in disbelief. “You just threw our wedding ring at me! On the side of the goddamn road!”
Beomgyu’s chin lifts defiantly even as his lower lip trembles. “Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe I shoulda thrown it in the Han River instead of marrying ya.”
"Beomgyu, get in the car,” Soobin says quietly, clearly exhausted. “We’re not doing this here. Not like this.”
"Oh! S'ya can divorce me and marry Zhan-"
"I fabricated everything, okay?" Soobin speaks out urgently. "I hired alphas to approach him. Took pictures. Made it look like he was dating around so no one could deny the rumors. His family denied it but I convinced my parents he wasn't suitable. I didn't want him. I never did."
Beomgyu blinks up at him looking stunned. "Wait... You told lies and trapped Zhang Hao because..."
"Exactly what you're thinking." Soobin leans down stopping making a move to take a hold of Beomgyu's hands. "I wanted only you."
Truth is, he had been drawn to Beomgyu the moment they met. It wasn't just his beauty (though that alone could stop hearts) but the way Beomgyu refused to perform. While other omegas simpered or calculated, Beomgyu had simply talked to him, listened and laughed at his dry jokes without trying to impress. For the first time in years, Soobin felt seen as a person instead of an heir to the Choi law firm.
His parents had pushed Zhang Hao hard on him as the omega ticked off every requirement his family wanted. Besides being good looking and docile, he was the most politically advantageous too. Soobin had quietly sabotaged every meeting weaving up petty rumors until the path cleared for Beomgyu.
Soobin searches his face. "Okay. Yes, I liked you a lot. From the first time you called me out for being pretentious during that dinner. I only wanted you as my mate. I think I made it pretty clear during those months of courting."
Soobin closes the distance and slides back the diamond onto Beomgyu’s finger with care and kisses his hand lovingly.
"So don’t ever do that again,” he says, forehead dropping to rest against Beomgyu’s. “Even when we’re screaming at each other, this stays on. Even when you hate me for five minutes."
Beomgyu stillss for a second then his other hand tentatively slides up Soobin's chest curling his dainty fingers into the open collar of his shirt. He doesn't pull him back fully yet but he doesn't push away either.
Beomgyu stares up at him with wide glassy eyes. The anger has drained away leaving something vulnerable in its place but he refuses to just give in yet.
"You sabotaged someone else's future just so you could have me? You lawyers are scary."
Beomgyu puts both hands on Soobin’s chest and shoves just enough to make his point. With a dramatic huff and a toss of his head that sends the veil fluttering like an offended bird, Beomgyu storms off again hiding a pleased smile.
Now watching his omega storm away barefoot hiking up his heavy skirts, Soobin feels the maddening pull of anger and adoration twisting together until he can't separate them.
Beomgyu tries to break into a run but the gown betrays him immediately. He stumbles forward in an awkward waddle that’s equal parts funny and hilariously undignified. A frustrated yelp escapes him as he nearly face-plants and his arms windmilling for balance.
Soobin can’t help the involuntary chuckle that slips out even as his chest aches. He breaks into a sprint closing the distance in seconds with his long legs and scoops Beomgyu up around the waist with effortless strength.
Beomgyu lets out an indignant shriek, “Yah! Put me down, you giant idiot,” kicking his bare feet uselessly in the air. Soobin shifts his grip hoisting his squirming husband higher onto his left shoulder in one smooth motion with one arm banded securely across the backs of Beomgyu’s thighs to keep him from sliding off.
"This is kidnapping! Put me down! Help! Someone help! I'm being kidnapped!" Beomgyu wails but the words crack into a giggle at the end betraying him.
"Scream all you want," Soobin carries him like he weighs not more than a feather. "I'll just say I'm taming my bratty omega."
"You Choi douchebag! Yah! Wait—ma shoes!"
Beomgyu tries to twist reaching desperately backward. His small fists immediately start thumping against Soobin’s back frantically in rapid protest. "Those are designer shoes and cost a fortune. Let me just grab them and you can take me back. I swear."
"I bought them. I'll buy you a hundred more. Leave it."
"But those are ma wedding shoes!"
Soobin stops dead in his track. Without another word, he turns around while still holding Beomgyu securely over his shoulder and bends to scoop up the discarded stilettos. Beomgyu squirms harder trying to slide free but Soobin's grip tightens almost possessively. Once the shoes are picked up, he straightens and strides back to the car carrying his omega on one shoulder and the 'wedding shoes' dangling from his other hand.
Once they reach the car, he tosses the shoes inside the front seat and opens the rear door, then lowers Beomgyu with surprising gentleness onto the wide leather backseat. Beomgyu lands on his back amid the rumpled silk breathing heavily. Soobin climbs in after him, trapping Beomgyu's smaller hips with his knees as he straddles him with both hands bracing on either side of his head. The door clicks shut sealing them in sudden quiet broken only by their ragged breaths.
As Soobin keeps on staring at him, Beomgyu gets a little self-conscious and clears his throat trying for composure.
"What? Can't help staring at your perfect little bride?"
"You really think I wanted a perfect little bride?” His voice is dangerously close to the calmness he only uses when he’s truly pissed. “I wanted you, Gyu. You could’ve worn sweatpants and flip-flops down the aisle and I still would’ve married you today. The heels? The gown? That was all for you to feel like the most untouchable thing in the room. Because that’s how I see you.”
Beomgyu’s chest heaves with fond adoration but he doesn’t back down. “Then why bring up Hyunjin? Why make today feel like a competition you already won?”
"Because I’m jealous, alright?” Soobin snaps like the admission tearing out of him physically hurts. “Because every time I see someone look at you the way he did today, like they still think they have a shot, I want to break something. And I’m tired of pretending I’m above it. I’m not.”
Beomgyu opens his mouth ready to fire back but Soobin keeps going hovering his body above him mindful to not put his whole weight on his omega.
"And you want to know the real reason we’re driving to Daegu right now instead of heading straight to the honeymoon suite like every other newlywed couple on the planet?” Soobin sounds almost pleading now. “It’s not because I wanted to drag this out. It’s because your grandfather asked me to. He wanted to see his only grandchild in his wedding clothes before he passed away. He wanted to give us his blessings.’”
The fire in Beomgyu's eyes flickers, replaced by raw unguarded emotions. His lips part but no sound comes out at first.
Soobin reaches out slowly brushing a stray lock of hair from Beomgyu’s flushed cheek. “I told him we’d come. I didn’t even hesitate because I knew how much it would mean to you even if you were too stubborn to admit you’ve been scared to see him like this. So yeah, I could’ve booked the suite, popped champagne, lost our virginity together and fucked you senseless on silk sheets until neither of us could walk straight. But I chose the six hour drive instead. Because I promised your grandfather I’d bring his princess home so he could see you shine one more time.”
Beomgyu’s adam's apple bobs visibly. His hands, which are now fisted in Soobin's shirt, tremble. “You… never told me that.”
“I didn’t want you to feel pressured or guilty. I wanted it to be a surprise so when we walk into that hospital room later and he sees you in this ridiculous but beautiful over the top dress, he’ll know you’re happy. That someone’s finally taking care of you the way you deserve. And maybe I’m selfish, but I wanted to be the one who gives him that peace before he can’t anymore.”
Beomgyu’s eyes glisten but he blinks hard refusing to let the tears fall. “You’re such an asshole,” he retorts back but he doesn't sound upset anymore. “Why do you always do this? Say the one thing that makes me feel like a complete idiot for being mad at you?”
Soobin gives a crooked smug smile. “Because I’m your husband now. It’s my job to piss you off and then fix it.”
Beomgyu lets out a watery laugh. "You're such a yapper and no one believes me when I say that." He looks down at their joined bodies suddenly remembering his feet are dirty out of nowhere then back up at Soobin. “You really promised Grandpa?”
“I did and I’d do it again. Even if it means listening to you yell at me for six straight hours.”
Beomgyu sniffs swiping at his cheek with the back of his hand. “I wasn’t going to yell the whole time.”
“Liar.”
“Fine. Maybe a little.” Beomgyu pulls down Soobin closing the last inch between them and presses a shy kiss against Soobin’s lips.
"I’m still mad about Hyunjin.”
“I know.”
“But… thank you. For Grandpa. For not telling me until now. I would’ve cried in front of everyone if you’d said it at the reception.”
"I know that too."
They stay like that for a long moment with Beomgyu barefoot and disheveled lying beneath Soobin who's still bracing himself not to put his entire weight on Beomgyu looking at each other fondly.
Eventually Beomgyu says, “So are we still fighting, or…?”
Soobin’s hand slides to the small of Beomgyu’s back splaying his fingers possessively over silk and spine. “We can fight later in Daegu after we’ve seen your Grandpa. After I’ve watched him cry happy tears and call me a good alpha for once instead of ‘that tall bastard who stole my grandson.’”
Beomgyu snorts. “He calls you that?”
“Every visit.”
"Fine, take me to Grandpa then. But you’re not allowed to touch me anymore until we get there. You have to suffer.”
“Suffer, huh? You sure that’s not just you trying to torture yourself too?”
"Shut up.” Beomgyu huffs but he doesn’t let go of Soobin’s hand. If anything, his grip tightens.
Neither of them says another word but the fight isn’t over. It’s just paused quietly in the backseat waiting for the next spark. And when they finally reach that hospital room, when Beomgyu’s grandfather lifts a trembling hand to touch the lace at Beomgyu’s throat and says, “You look like an angel, my boy,” Soobin will stand back and let the moment belong to them.
Then later, when the lights are low and the door is locked and Beomgyu is finally out of silk and heels and attitude, Soobin will remind him exactly why he fought so hard to make this omega his.
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