Dearly Beloved (Epilogue)
Title: Dearly Beloved
Author: daynah_bo
Banner: saihchan
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Drama/Slight Angst and Humor
Pairing(s): YunJae; YooSu; MinHye
Length: Multi-chap; Epilogue
Basic Synopsis: Kim Jaejoong is forced to stand in as his twin sister, Ji Hye (who had run away), only days away from her wedding. Unfortunately (or fortunately), he was kidnapped on the day of the wedding (by complete accident) by two bumbling idiots as his captors, Jung Yunho and Park Yoochun. His best friend, Kim Junsu, tries (but fails) to save him… but ends up being trapped with Jaejoong and falling in love with the perverted Yoochun. He tells the story to a very reluctant (at first) Shim Changmin, and through his story, lies are revealed, hearts are broken, and promises are simply meant to be kept and rarely are.
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~*EPILOGUE*~
Remind me why I am doing this… again?
Yunho says it is because I want to. Yoochun says it is because I am an idiot (to which Junsu hits him). Changmin does not say anything but he grins as he watches Ji Hye run around the room. Then Junsu opens his big mouth and says it is because…
I am in love with Yunho.
I glare at him from where I sit, fingers tapping on the smooth surface of the vanity. I lost this battle, there is not a single thing I can say, Junsu ultimately winning because he cheated. He was not supposed to use that logic against me!
Yoochun swings an arm around me, almost knocking me off my chair, as he states, “This reminds me of the day we met.”
“Except I’m not in a dress.”
“Are you going to be kidnapped this time, too?” Yoochun asks me cheekily, ignoring my other comment, moving too far away so that I cannot hit him.
“I wish…”
“Usually the bride just runs away, Jae. She isn’t supposed to be kidnapped,” Changmin states promptly, leaning against the doorframe.
I used to think he was cool. He has been hanging around Yoochun for far too long. I can barely tell them apart now…
“Jaejoong’s a girl?!” Junsu shriekes, a hand clapping against his cheek in surprise, and I begin to wonder if he is joking with them or being serious.
“No,” I deadpan, pouting to myself as all my friends laughed at me, taking advantage of the fact that I am defenseless at the moment.
“I better go tell Yunho then. Let him know what will not be there on the wedding night,” Changmin says, twisting the doorknob and opening the door.
“He already knows, though. It would be a waste of breath to tell him again.”
“Sick! I do not want to hear about my brother and you doing those kinds of things!” Changmin snaps, holding his hands over his ears and squeezing his eyes tightly shut.
I shrug, a smirk tugging at my lips as I watch Yoochun blanch and Junsu giggle at the thought of Yunho and I making love. They should watch some time, they might actually learn something. Besides, Yunho and I can go all night if we want to…
“Aw,” Junsu coos from somewhere behind me, “we have ourselves a blushing bride!”
I furiously swipe at my face as the guys behind me laugh; Ji Hye rolls her eyes as she smooths out my tux. If Junsu was not my best friend, Yoochun was not dating Su, Changmin was not dating my sister, and Ji Hye was not my sister (wow, that is a lot of interconnected links), they would all be pummeled. Yunho, too, because he does not have to go through this like I do.
“Stop it, Jae, or you will ruin your make-up,” Ji Hye scolds, trying to place more of the powdery stuff on my face.
Make-up? Oh. Fucking. Hell. No.
I get up from my seat so fast that the others barely have time to react. I run passed Changmin, the taller male not even noticing at first, and bolt from the room, grabbing hold of the first sane person in sight.
Which just so happened to be my future husband, Jung Yunho. I would ask him why he was kneeling in front of my bedroom door later (the bastard! He caused my bad day by peeping!) Did he not know that it was bad luck to see the bride before the actual wedding?…or at least that is what my mother says…
I do not stop tugging on his sleeve, running past all the maids and servants and partygoers, until we reach a secluded area not too far from the manor. We are out of sight, giving me the privacy I need, as well as an escape from the insane people in the house.
“Why… were we… running?” Yunho asks, panting beside me, our fingers intertwined now.
“Idiots. Make-up. No way in hell.”
“I take it that things are not going well…?”
I glare at him. “Stop grinning, asshole. You’re not the one that has to suffer through Yoochun and Changmin’s teasing. I am glad I cannot have any kids, or you would never get any sex ever again, for fear that I would end up pregnant and our children would turn out like your friends and brother.”
Yunho pouts, resting his head against my shoulder, playing with the silver band on my left ring finger. “At least Junsu was not your personal alarm clock. How can he be so happy all the time?”
“Yoochun and coffee.”
“Damn, we’re not going to have any peace again.”
“Exactly.” I nod along with that statement, thinking back on the day that Junsu discovered what an energizer the caffeinated drink was. Yoochun had kept refilling his cup after that, a naughty grin on his face as if he were a child stealing cookies without his mother knowing.
“Both of them like coffee. Yoochun is a sex fiend. Junsu is so energetic. Oh, my, God! I bet sex is good.”
“Shut up before I hurt you.”
Yunho remains quiet. I lay my head on top of his, closing my eyes and breathing in the smell of strawberries, a smile forming on my face just from the scent. He is using my shampoo again. He missed me.
It has been quite hectic the last few months. Today marks one full year since the day I was kidnapped, the feeling of nostalgia rushing to me like a blow to the head. Next month will be one year since we officially got together, six months since he has proposed, and (if we get married as planned) one month of being newlyweds.
Since my mother found out, she has been so happy, planning and buying and arguing with anyone that protested. I had not seen her so carefree since my father died, and I did not have the heart to tell her that Yunho and I did not need an extravagant wedding. I let her do everything, but now it was a little too much. People that I do not know or barely saw before decorated the large ballroom, and every time I walk past, I feel nauseous. I never have like crowded places, unlike Ji Hye that practically glowed when she entered a room… of course, now she had an overprotective boyfriend that will glare at anyone who ‘undressed her with their eyes’ or however the hell Changmin had put it.
Ji Hye and I are getting along just as well as we had before the whole incident last year. Even though we now have friends, we still need each other, the thoughts of the other always clouding the backs of our minds. We have a special bond, not just because we are twins, but because for twenty-two years we were all the other had.
Now my mother and Ji Hye are adamant about traditional things--such as not seeing the bride before the wedding. They went as far as to make him stay at his old apartment (that once my mother had saw the interior, she had fainted) and we were not allowed to have any communication. I still snuck in a call every now and then, though (never one to follow orders), sometimes in the middle of night and we would talk until we fell asleep.
He is with me now. We are about to be married. I will get to change my name one last time, and every time I think about it I become far too giddy for my own good. Usually when I get into that mood, Yoochun will pelt me with fruits and other objects, telling me that we only had room for one perky idiot, and that would be ‘his’ Junsu.
“Joongie,” Yunho whispers, his fingers still dancing over the engagement ring on my finger. “Do you want to do this?”
I move slightly so that we are looking at each other face-to-face. “Of course I want to do this, Yunnie! We have been waiting for this for five months!”
“Jae, I am asking if you want this. A big wedding, a lot of people, chaos?” He asks seriously, his hands now cupping my cheeks, making me stare into his beautiful brown eyes and I begin to wonder how I had ever deserved him. “I love you, Jaejoong, and I do not care about anything else as long as I am with you. If you do not want the wedding today, we’ll get married some other day. If you don’t want to get married, we won’t.”
“Yunnie,” I say quietly, leaning in toward him, placing my lips lightly over his.
He is leaving it up to me. Even though I hate the pressure, I know Yunho will not mind any decision I make. That strengthens my resolve, a small smile stretching across my lips.
“I want this, Yunnie. I want to be Jung Jaejoong, and today that will finally happen. I want to be yours forever, and I want you to be mine. I want to get married.”
His face lights up like Junsu’s does on Christmas, eyes shining bright and his expression one of pure bliss. Yunho kisses my forehead, his arms circling around me, and I know I made the right decision. Glancing down at my watch, I notice that there are still a few hours before the actual ceremony.
Pulling away and smiling mischievously (a bad habit I received from Minnie), I whisper in Yunnie’s ear, biting the lobe, “We still have quite a few hours before the wedding. Want to pass some time?”
“Joongie, are you suggesting we be late to our own wedding?” he whispers back, his fingers slowly unbuttoning my white shirt until most of my chest is exposed, and it seems kind of rhetorical for him to ask while doing so.
I lean into his warmth, hands on his thighs so I can level my face with his, and answer, “You have already seen me in a wedding dress one year ago, watched me outside the door just an hour ago, and now… I think that the traditions have been long forgotten. Besides, wasn’t there some ‘no sex before marriage’ rule? We broke that one, too.”
“We did,” Yunho mumbles against my neck, his hands sliding my shirt down my arms and baring my front side for him to see.
“So,…” I trail off, not trusting my voice anymore as his hands and lips go lower.
I feel him smirk against my pierced nipple, as he whispers against my skin, “I think we are going to be slightly late for the wedding.”
After that, the only words being said are a few gasped out expletives and other choice words that I refuse to repeat.
… * …
L-A-T-E-R
… * …
Showing up a half-hour late for my own wedding, hair tousled, grinning like an idiot, with a flustered (but peaceful) expression on my face, probably is not such a good idea.
As soon as Yunho and I stumble into the manor again, we are automatically attacked by my mother and sister, both having murderous glints in their eyes.
“Where the hell have you two been?!” I am quite shocked to hear my sweet, conservative mother saying such things.
“Passing some time,” is my nonchalant reply, winking at Yunho as my mother drags him off to fix up his appearance. Ji Hye rolls her eyes, and I say, “Well, it’s not like you haven’t thought about jumping Min today either! I know you want to tear off that tux--I would, too… but that would be creepy and--”
“Shut up, Jae, or I will be forced to make you look like a clown.”
“Not more make-up!” I (fake) gasp in horror, dramatically clasping my hands onto the doorframe as she tries to forcefully shove me inside.
She cannot help but giggle, resulting in the me laughing too. It has been quite some time since we have acted this way. Actually, I cannot remember such a time. I watch her, beautiful mouth contorting into an ‘o’ shape, eyes squinting and the edges shining with a buildup of tears. I let a smile grace my face. We have changed quite a bit thanks to the previous year. Thanks to our father…
My smile quickly droops into a frown, Ji Hye’s following suit.
“I miss him,” she murmurs, an arm wrapping around herself in hopes of comforting herself. I never notice how many habits we actually share. Not only that but our taste in men is the same as well.
I step forward to embrace her, placing my chin in her shoulder and kissing her hair. “I know, Ji
Hye, I know. I miss him, too.”
She wipes at her eyes, stepping slightly away from the embrace and straightens out my tux. “You look amazing, Jae,” and with a small smile pulling at the corners of her mouth she states, “I love you.”
“I know,” I answer smugly, sending her a wink as well before leaning over and kissing the corner of her lips. “I love you, too.”
… * … * … * …
W-E-D-D-I-N-G
… * … * … * …
I do not think anything is as exciting or as boring as a wedding. Boring because the old man preaching about love and God is slightly annoying. I just want to get this over with and be with Yunnie (maybe spend some more alone time together!). Exciting because my Yunnie is holding my hand in his securely, squeezing it every so often when I roll my eyes at the minister, sending a smile my way.
If he would stop being sexy for maybe two seconds, I would be able to listen to the man droning on before us… and stop thinking about jumping him in the middle of the ceremony in front of innocent eyes.
“I now pronounce you Jung Yunho and Jaejoong.”
Well, it is not like he can say ‘husband and wife’ or ‘Mr. and Mrs. Jung.’ So caught up in my thoughts, I barely register the feel of someone’s lips on mine until they are about to pull away. I quickly place my hand on the back of his head, pulling him closer and deepening our first kiss as a married couple.
I vaguely hear the cheers of friends (especially those of Junsu the Dolphin--as Yoochun has dubbed him) as I am caught up in the euphoria of our kiss. My hands slip from around his neck to his chest, pulling back away from him because my head is feeling foggy and I cannot think anymore while we are kissing, and if we continue our family and friends would get more than what they asked for.
A silly smile settlea on his face and I cannot help but laugh as I hear the distinct catcalls of Yoochun and Junsu’s shrieking. I turn to them all, fingers intertwined in Yunnie’s hand, and I cannot remember a time where I felt so loved by anyone. Yunho starts leaving, tugging my hand with his, and the tears automatically start to well up.
Yunho is all I need to be happy, and now I have him. Forever.
“How come we’ve been together longer and we haven’t gotten married, Chunnie?” I hear Junsu ask his lover, somewhere in front of us.
Chunnie snorts and replies, “We don’t have to be showy like those two. It’s enough that we are together.”
“But I want to have a wedding too!”
“Do we have to have one? You know that I love you, Su.”
I can practically hear the pout on Junsu’s face. “But, Chunnie, none of these people know that~”
“They aren’t important then if they cannot feel my love for you.” There is probably a wink involved with all the greasiness in that statement.
When we approach them, I pull out a bouquet of flowers decorating the area and promptly place them in Su’s hands. He squeals in delight, attacking Yunho and I with a few hugs and “Congratulations.” Yoochun smiles and nods to us, trying to sneak away from his lover and all the wedding talk.
“Come on, Yunnie! It’s time we spend some quality time together!”
Junsu waves goodbye before it clicks as to what I had just handed him. Looking around for Chun, Su starts to call, “Chunnie! We have to get married now! It’s practically contractual. When the bride gives someone the bouquet, they have to get married! Now get back here so I can marry you! Chun~nie!”
*** END ***
I hope that everyone enjoyed the epilogue... It's not much, but I felt like I had to end it on a happy note. So, the setting is exactly one year after Jae's kidnapping. It was requested and I did not want to let anyone down. I am sorry for taking so long :( Maybe it akes up for the wait and was worth it. ^^ "Doll Face" and "One Week" will be updated by this weekend (one is in dedication to moon1084 because of her birthday!--this one is too, just in case "Doll Face" is updated a little late, so this one is early to make up for it! :P)
See you at my other story updates!
Dearly Beloved Is Officially Finished!
Author: daynah_bo
Banner: saihchan
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Drama/Slight Angst and Humor
Pairing(s): YunJae; YooSu; MinHye
Length: Multi-chap; Epilogue
Basic Synopsis: Kim Jaejoong is forced to stand in as his twin sister, Ji Hye (who had run away), only days away from her wedding. Unfortunately (or fortunately), he was kidnapped on the day of the wedding (by complete accident) by two bumbling idiots as his captors, Jung Yunho and Park Yoochun. His best friend, Kim Junsu, tries (but fails) to save him… but ends up being trapped with Jaejoong and falling in love with the perverted Yoochun. He tells the story to a very reluctant (at first) Shim Changmin, and through his story, lies are revealed, hearts are broken, and promises are simply meant to be kept and rarely are.
[ Pictures] [P] [I] [II] [III] [IV] [V] [VI] [VII]
~*EPILOGUE*~
Remind me why I am doing this… again?
Yunho says it is because I want to. Yoochun says it is because I am an idiot (to which Junsu hits him). Changmin does not say anything but he grins as he watches Ji Hye run around the room. Then Junsu opens his big mouth and says it is because…
I am in love with Yunho.
I glare at him from where I sit, fingers tapping on the smooth surface of the vanity. I lost this battle, there is not a single thing I can say, Junsu ultimately winning because he cheated. He was not supposed to use that logic against me!
Yoochun swings an arm around me, almost knocking me off my chair, as he states, “This reminds me of the day we met.”
“Except I’m not in a dress.”
“Are you going to be kidnapped this time, too?” Yoochun asks me cheekily, ignoring my other comment, moving too far away so that I cannot hit him.
“I wish…”
“Usually the bride just runs away, Jae. She isn’t supposed to be kidnapped,” Changmin states promptly, leaning against the doorframe.
I used to think he was cool. He has been hanging around Yoochun for far too long. I can barely tell them apart now…
“Jaejoong’s a girl?!” Junsu shriekes, a hand clapping against his cheek in surprise, and I begin to wonder if he is joking with them or being serious.
“No,” I deadpan, pouting to myself as all my friends laughed at me, taking advantage of the fact that I am defenseless at the moment.
“I better go tell Yunho then. Let him know what will not be there on the wedding night,” Changmin says, twisting the doorknob and opening the door.
“He already knows, though. It would be a waste of breath to tell him again.”
“Sick! I do not want to hear about my brother and you doing those kinds of things!” Changmin snaps, holding his hands over his ears and squeezing his eyes tightly shut.
I shrug, a smirk tugging at my lips as I watch Yoochun blanch and Junsu giggle at the thought of Yunho and I making love. They should watch some time, they might actually learn something. Besides, Yunho and I can go all night if we want to…
“Aw,” Junsu coos from somewhere behind me, “we have ourselves a blushing bride!”
I furiously swipe at my face as the guys behind me laugh; Ji Hye rolls her eyes as she smooths out my tux. If Junsu was not my best friend, Yoochun was not dating Su, Changmin was not dating my sister, and Ji Hye was not my sister (wow, that is a lot of interconnected links), they would all be pummeled. Yunho, too, because he does not have to go through this like I do.
“Stop it, Jae, or you will ruin your make-up,” Ji Hye scolds, trying to place more of the powdery stuff on my face.
Make-up? Oh. Fucking. Hell. No.
I get up from my seat so fast that the others barely have time to react. I run passed Changmin, the taller male not even noticing at first, and bolt from the room, grabbing hold of the first sane person in sight.
Which just so happened to be my future husband, Jung Yunho. I would ask him why he was kneeling in front of my bedroom door later (the bastard! He caused my bad day by peeping!) Did he not know that it was bad luck to see the bride before the actual wedding?…or at least that is what my mother says…
I do not stop tugging on his sleeve, running past all the maids and servants and partygoers, until we reach a secluded area not too far from the manor. We are out of sight, giving me the privacy I need, as well as an escape from the insane people in the house.
“Why… were we… running?” Yunho asks, panting beside me, our fingers intertwined now.
“Idiots. Make-up. No way in hell.”
“I take it that things are not going well…?”
I glare at him. “Stop grinning, asshole. You’re not the one that has to suffer through Yoochun and Changmin’s teasing. I am glad I cannot have any kids, or you would never get any sex ever again, for fear that I would end up pregnant and our children would turn out like your friends and brother.”
Yunho pouts, resting his head against my shoulder, playing with the silver band on my left ring finger. “At least Junsu was not your personal alarm clock. How can he be so happy all the time?”
“Yoochun and coffee.”
“Damn, we’re not going to have any peace again.”
“Exactly.” I nod along with that statement, thinking back on the day that Junsu discovered what an energizer the caffeinated drink was. Yoochun had kept refilling his cup after that, a naughty grin on his face as if he were a child stealing cookies without his mother knowing.
“Both of them like coffee. Yoochun is a sex fiend. Junsu is so energetic. Oh, my, God! I bet sex is good.”
“Shut up before I hurt you.”
Yunho remains quiet. I lay my head on top of his, closing my eyes and breathing in the smell of strawberries, a smile forming on my face just from the scent. He is using my shampoo again. He missed me.
It has been quite hectic the last few months. Today marks one full year since the day I was kidnapped, the feeling of nostalgia rushing to me like a blow to the head. Next month will be one year since we officially got together, six months since he has proposed, and (if we get married as planned) one month of being newlyweds.
Since my mother found out, she has been so happy, planning and buying and arguing with anyone that protested. I had not seen her so carefree since my father died, and I did not have the heart to tell her that Yunho and I did not need an extravagant wedding. I let her do everything, but now it was a little too much. People that I do not know or barely saw before decorated the large ballroom, and every time I walk past, I feel nauseous. I never have like crowded places, unlike Ji Hye that practically glowed when she entered a room… of course, now she had an overprotective boyfriend that will glare at anyone who ‘undressed her with their eyes’ or however the hell Changmin had put it.
Ji Hye and I are getting along just as well as we had before the whole incident last year. Even though we now have friends, we still need each other, the thoughts of the other always clouding the backs of our minds. We have a special bond, not just because we are twins, but because for twenty-two years we were all the other had.
Now my mother and Ji Hye are adamant about traditional things--such as not seeing the bride before the wedding. They went as far as to make him stay at his old apartment (that once my mother had saw the interior, she had fainted) and we were not allowed to have any communication. I still snuck in a call every now and then, though (never one to follow orders), sometimes in the middle of night and we would talk until we fell asleep.
He is with me now. We are about to be married. I will get to change my name one last time, and every time I think about it I become far too giddy for my own good. Usually when I get into that mood, Yoochun will pelt me with fruits and other objects, telling me that we only had room for one perky idiot, and that would be ‘his’ Junsu.
“Joongie,” Yunho whispers, his fingers still dancing over the engagement ring on my finger. “Do you want to do this?”
I move slightly so that we are looking at each other face-to-face. “Of course I want to do this, Yunnie! We have been waiting for this for five months!”
“Jae, I am asking if you want this. A big wedding, a lot of people, chaos?” He asks seriously, his hands now cupping my cheeks, making me stare into his beautiful brown eyes and I begin to wonder how I had ever deserved him. “I love you, Jaejoong, and I do not care about anything else as long as I am with you. If you do not want the wedding today, we’ll get married some other day. If you don’t want to get married, we won’t.”
“Yunnie,” I say quietly, leaning in toward him, placing my lips lightly over his.
He is leaving it up to me. Even though I hate the pressure, I know Yunho will not mind any decision I make. That strengthens my resolve, a small smile stretching across my lips.
“I want this, Yunnie. I want to be Jung Jaejoong, and today that will finally happen. I want to be yours forever, and I want you to be mine. I want to get married.”
His face lights up like Junsu’s does on Christmas, eyes shining bright and his expression one of pure bliss. Yunho kisses my forehead, his arms circling around me, and I know I made the right decision. Glancing down at my watch, I notice that there are still a few hours before the actual ceremony.
Pulling away and smiling mischievously (a bad habit I received from Minnie), I whisper in Yunnie’s ear, biting the lobe, “We still have quite a few hours before the wedding. Want to pass some time?”
“Joongie, are you suggesting we be late to our own wedding?” he whispers back, his fingers slowly unbuttoning my white shirt until most of my chest is exposed, and it seems kind of rhetorical for him to ask while doing so.
I lean into his warmth, hands on his thighs so I can level my face with his, and answer, “You have already seen me in a wedding dress one year ago, watched me outside the door just an hour ago, and now… I think that the traditions have been long forgotten. Besides, wasn’t there some ‘no sex before marriage’ rule? We broke that one, too.”
“We did,” Yunho mumbles against my neck, his hands sliding my shirt down my arms and baring my front side for him to see.
“So,…” I trail off, not trusting my voice anymore as his hands and lips go lower.
I feel him smirk against my pierced nipple, as he whispers against my skin, “I think we are going to be slightly late for the wedding.”
After that, the only words being said are a few gasped out expletives and other choice words that I refuse to repeat.
… * …
L-A-T-E-R
… * …
Showing up a half-hour late for my own wedding, hair tousled, grinning like an idiot, with a flustered (but peaceful) expression on my face, probably is not such a good idea.
As soon as Yunho and I stumble into the manor again, we are automatically attacked by my mother and sister, both having murderous glints in their eyes.
“Where the hell have you two been?!” I am quite shocked to hear my sweet, conservative mother saying such things.
“Passing some time,” is my nonchalant reply, winking at Yunho as my mother drags him off to fix up his appearance. Ji Hye rolls her eyes, and I say, “Well, it’s not like you haven’t thought about jumping Min today either! I know you want to tear off that tux--I would, too… but that would be creepy and--”
“Shut up, Jae, or I will be forced to make you look like a clown.”
“Not more make-up!” I (fake) gasp in horror, dramatically clasping my hands onto the doorframe as she tries to forcefully shove me inside.
She cannot help but giggle, resulting in the me laughing too. It has been quite some time since we have acted this way. Actually, I cannot remember such a time. I watch her, beautiful mouth contorting into an ‘o’ shape, eyes squinting and the edges shining with a buildup of tears. I let a smile grace my face. We have changed quite a bit thanks to the previous year. Thanks to our father…
My smile quickly droops into a frown, Ji Hye’s following suit.
“I miss him,” she murmurs, an arm wrapping around herself in hopes of comforting herself. I never notice how many habits we actually share. Not only that but our taste in men is the same as well.
I step forward to embrace her, placing my chin in her shoulder and kissing her hair. “I know, Ji
Hye, I know. I miss him, too.”
She wipes at her eyes, stepping slightly away from the embrace and straightens out my tux. “You look amazing, Jae,” and with a small smile pulling at the corners of her mouth she states, “I love you.”
“I know,” I answer smugly, sending her a wink as well before leaning over and kissing the corner of her lips. “I love you, too.”
… * … * … * …
W-E-D-D-I-N-G
… * … * … * …
I do not think anything is as exciting or as boring as a wedding. Boring because the old man preaching about love and God is slightly annoying. I just want to get this over with and be with Yunnie (maybe spend some more alone time together!). Exciting because my Yunnie is holding my hand in his securely, squeezing it every so often when I roll my eyes at the minister, sending a smile my way.
If he would stop being sexy for maybe two seconds, I would be able to listen to the man droning on before us… and stop thinking about jumping him in the middle of the ceremony in front of innocent eyes.
“I now pronounce you Jung Yunho and Jaejoong.”
Well, it is not like he can say ‘husband and wife’ or ‘Mr. and Mrs. Jung.’ So caught up in my thoughts, I barely register the feel of someone’s lips on mine until they are about to pull away. I quickly place my hand on the back of his head, pulling him closer and deepening our first kiss as a married couple.
I vaguely hear the cheers of friends (especially those of Junsu the Dolphin--as Yoochun has dubbed him) as I am caught up in the euphoria of our kiss. My hands slip from around his neck to his chest, pulling back away from him because my head is feeling foggy and I cannot think anymore while we are kissing, and if we continue our family and friends would get more than what they asked for.
A silly smile settlea on his face and I cannot help but laugh as I hear the distinct catcalls of Yoochun and Junsu’s shrieking. I turn to them all, fingers intertwined in Yunnie’s hand, and I cannot remember a time where I felt so loved by anyone. Yunho starts leaving, tugging my hand with his, and the tears automatically start to well up.
Yunho is all I need to be happy, and now I have him. Forever.
“How come we’ve been together longer and we haven’t gotten married, Chunnie?” I hear Junsu ask his lover, somewhere in front of us.
Chunnie snorts and replies, “We don’t have to be showy like those two. It’s enough that we are together.”
“But I want to have a wedding too!”
“Do we have to have one? You know that I love you, Su.”
I can practically hear the pout on Junsu’s face. “But, Chunnie, none of these people know that~”
“They aren’t important then if they cannot feel my love for you.” There is probably a wink involved with all the greasiness in that statement.
When we approach them, I pull out a bouquet of flowers decorating the area and promptly place them in Su’s hands. He squeals in delight, attacking Yunho and I with a few hugs and “Congratulations.” Yoochun smiles and nods to us, trying to sneak away from his lover and all the wedding talk.
“Come on, Yunnie! It’s time we spend some quality time together!”
Junsu waves goodbye before it clicks as to what I had just handed him. Looking around for Chun, Su starts to call, “Chunnie! We have to get married now! It’s practically contractual. When the bride gives someone the bouquet, they have to get married! Now get back here so I can marry you! Chun~nie!”
*** END ***
I hope that everyone enjoyed the epilogue... It's not much, but I felt like I had to end it on a happy note. So, the setting is exactly one year after Jae's kidnapping. It was requested and I did not want to let anyone down. I am sorry for taking so long :( Maybe it akes up for the wait and was worth it. ^^ "Doll Face" and "One Week" will be updated by this weekend (one is in dedication to moon1084 because of her birthday!--this one is too, just in case "Doll Face" is updated a little late, so this one is early to make up for it! :P)
See you at my other story updates!
Dearly Beloved Is Officially Finished!