Such is Life (Au!Fic)
Sungmin wakes up to Henry shaking his shoulder, already dressed and leaning over their bed, cooing him into a state of awareness. He whines and snuggles back into the pillow, sighing and taking in the lingering scent of Henry’s shampoo. He hears more than sees Henry huff at him, rolling him back over and getting a knee on the bed.
“I’m leaving now Min, I’ll see you soon okay? I love you.” He tastes minty when he leans in for a kiss and Sungmin sighs when he pulls away, curling back into the covers.
“Okay, love you too.” He barely hears Henry chuckle again before sleep claims him, the lull of his dreams too sweet to resist.
…
Ming~!
You forgot about me going to Canada to visit my parents didn’t you? I told you last week before break started though…I’m sure of it! I bet you’re making your ugly frowning face and starting to freak out as you read this, but don’t worry! I have everything I need and I know things have been hectic since your promotion so just get some rest while I’m gone. I’ll miss you!
Love,
Henli <3
..
To: Henli
From: Sungmin
Sent: 09:21
Msg: HENRY LAU. YOU TOLD ME NOTHING OF THE SORT.
To: Min
From: Henry
Sent: 09:23
Msg: Why must you always use caps lock? )’: And I did! I clearly remember telling you last Saturday night!
To: Henli
From: Sungmin
Sent: 09:27 (Page One)
Msg: BECAUSE I’M SO ANGRY I CAN’T SEE STRAIGHT RIGHT NOW. AND HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO REMEMBER ANYTHING YOU TELL ME WHEN YOU’RE DOING THAT THING WITH…
Messages are full. Please delete messages.
Henry sighs and stares at his phone, bracing himself for the rest of the novel Sungmin seems to have typed to him when the flight attendant flutters by and nearly maims him while screeching to turn his phone off. He sighs as he wills the messages to delete themselves faster, typing out a quick reply before the stewardess physically injures him.
To: Min
From: Henry
Sent: 09:33
Msg: Well I did, you can’t deny that! And I think this old lady is going to smash my phone if I don’t turn it off, so I’ll call you when I land, talk to you in fourteen hours!
To: Min
From: Henry
Sent: 09:33
Msg: And remember, you really do love me!
To: Henli
From: Sungmin
Sent: 09:33
Msg: And boy will we have a fantastic conversation then.
To: Henli
From: Sungmin
Sent: 09:34
Msg: NO I HATE YOU.
…
To: Ryeowook
From: Sungmin
Sent: 10:05
Msg: Wookie he went to Canada without actually telling me. I…I don’t think I’ve been this angry in years.
To: Sungmin
From: Ryeowook
Sent: 10:08
Msg: …but are you actually surprised Hyung? Why don’t you just go to Canada and have meet the parents time along with him? You do have all that vacation time saved up! :’D
To: Ryeowook
From: Sungmin
Sent: 10:09
Msg: Wookie if you weren’t so attached to that no good bastard I would kiss you right now. That is an excellent idea, then I can beat him in person.
To: Sungmin
From: Ryeowook
Sent: 10:13
Msg: I have no idea why you hate Jongwoon so much Min, but I wish you two would et along better. I’m happy to be of help! Don’t hurt Henli too badly though, I’m sure he meant we fhuifohrnkqfufrjr89fup23ofj;lmfrgv
To: Ryeowook
From: Sungmin
Sent: 10:13
Msg: …?
To: Bitchface
From: The Prick
Sent: 10:14
Msg: Take your relationship problems somewhere else Sungmin, Ryeowook is a bit occupied at the moment.
To: The Prick
From: Bitchface
Sent: 10:15
Msg: Just when I think I can’t hate you any more. Kim Jongwoon you are full of surprises.
…
You have reached the voice mailbox of, Park Jungsu, they are not available to take your call at the moment, so please leave a message after the tone.
*Beep*
“Hey Jungsu, it’s Sungmin. Henry’s off being an idiot in Canada so I’m going to have to take the next week off work. I have enough vacation time and all my work is done, so don’t you dare call me while I’m gone unless something has gone horribly, irreparably wrong. Even then, please don’t call me. And give all my work to Jongwoon, he kindly volunteered to take it all for me. Again, DON’T CALL ME. Thanks boss, see you in a week.”
Hi, you've reached Sungmin's phone. Sorry I couldn't catch you! Leave a message and I'll get back to you.
“Lee Sungmin I will call you whenever I damn well please. I don’t even care that I just promoted you; your ass is mine when you get back here. I hope you like the coffee machine, you two are going to become intimately acquainted. Oh, but give Henli my love!”
…
Sungmin has to do some creative scouring through the apartment to locate his passport, and feels his wallet wincing as he books his flight to Toronto. He packs in about ten minutes, having every intention of mooching off of Henry for his entire stay, and then decides not to call the younger man before leaving and let his tagging along on his little vacation be a surprise.
He can tell that he’s in for a long plane ride when an overly cheery woman plops herself down beside him on the plane, beginning amicable chatter and only stopping for a mere breath before continuing anew.
After hearing half of her life story in the time it takes for the plane to take off and reach a safe flying altitude, he’s only asked one question.
“So why are you going to Toronto? Do you have a cute girlfriend living there or something?” There’s a wink and a nudge at Sungmin’s shoulder, and he nearly recoils at the look on the woman’s face.
“No, I’m going to retrieve my crazy boyfriend and beat the stupidity out of him. After which we are going to have an amazing round of make up sex.” Sungmin deadpans before smiling disarmingly, and then turns back to fiddling with his ipod. The woman blinks back at him owlishly.
He spends the remaining thirteen hours of his flight in blissful silence.
…
Henry is facedown in his pillow in the late afternoon, nearly out for the count as his jet lag begins to set in, when his phone sings out it’s bubble gum pop ring tone that he has reserved for when Sungmin is calling him.
That’s when he realizes he never called Sungmin after landing. His face goes slightly pale as he reluctantly flips open his phone, hoping to cut off the screeching before it begins.
“Listen Min, I’m really really really sorry I didn’t call…yesterday or whatever the time zone is, I was jet lagged and my mom banned all electronic use for family time or something like that and-”
“That’s not the only thing you have to answer for, you’re just lucky I love you so much. And you can apologize later; right now I really need you to pick me up from the airport.” Sungmin interrupts; voice impatient through the speaker, and garbled by the many voices that seem to be surrounding him. Henry blinks slowly before responding.
“Min…you do know I’m in Canada and can’t pick you up from anywhere right?”
“Of course I do,” Sungmin’s voice gets slightly tighter as a loud exclamation in English is heard next to him. “Which is why I need you to pick me up from the airport in Canada.”
“IN CANADA?!”
And that’s when Sungmin has to calm Henry down from his first of many heart attacks that day.
…
“I can’t believe you came to Canada.”
“I had some vacation days, and I can’t just let you up and leave me like that.”
“I keep telling you Min, I told you last Saturday-”
“That may be so, but how in the world am I expected to remember anything you say when-”
“SUNGMIN I AM GOING TO RUN THIS CAR OFF THE ROAD IF YOU DON’T STOP THAT.”
“This probably isn’t the best time to tell you that some woman on the plane knows about our amazing make up sex, huh?”
Silence reigns.
“My parents can’t wait to meet you.”
“I’m sure they can’t.”
…
Henry’s parents don’t speak a word of Korean. Sungmin doesn’t speak a word of English.
It’s a rather interesting evening to say the least.
Henry gets the joy of playing translator to all the inanely personal questions that his mother can come up with, while his little sister simply coos and marvels that Henry of all people managed to land such a ‘hot piece of ass’.
He doesn’t translate that bit, deciding that there was no need to make Sungmin’s ego any larger.
Somehow Sungmin manages to glean the meaning behind the comment anyway, and leans over to whisper in Henry’s ear, taking great amusement from the situation as a whole and deciding it just karma for Henry just up and disappearing on him.
“Don’t worry Henli, I think you’re quite a fine piece of ass yourself.”
Henry nearly squeaks when Sungmin just barely kisses his jaw before pulling away, eyes sparkling with mirth. He’d nearly have preferred an angry Sungmin to this, all teasing and glinting eyes.
When his mother asks excitedly what it was Sungmin says, Henry can only put on his best neutral expression and try not to stutter.
“He loves your cooking and is very happy to be here.”
…
Sungmin is set up in the guest room downstairs after much arguing and the insistence that he was not to be sleeping with Henry.
Henry endures that extremely uncomfortable conversation with his mother, and leaves red faced before setting up Sungmin’s bed.
He’s alone in his room for all of an hour before he hears the door creaking open and a warm body slipping in behind him.
“I didn’t come all this way and earn my coffee bitch title back so that we could sleep in separate rooms.” Sungmin murmurs into the back of Henry’s neck, clasping his arms tightly around the younger man’s waist.
Henry hums noncommittally and laces his fingers with Sungmins, toying with them and letting their legs slightly tangle.
“Thanks for tagging along Min, it means a lot.”
“Don’t go sappy on me now lover boy, I’m still going to ream you once your family isn’t around.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
…
Henry wakes up to his sister shrieking and Sungmin curling into his chest to avoid said shrieking and the large overhead light that came along with it.
“Henli, make her go away, if I’m using my vacation days for this I want to sleep in.” It’s mumbled sleepily into his collar bone and Henry merely glares at his sister while stroking Sungmin’s hair, willing his tired mind to remember Korean.
His sister says something along the lines of breakfast being ready and not being able to wait to tell their parents about the adjusted sleeping arrangements. Henry waves her off and begins the arduous task of waking Sungmin up.
“Come on Min, I was going to laze around for this break but since you’re here, we’re going sight seeing. Wake up so I can give you the proper tourist experience.”
Sungmin grumbles and attaches to Henry’s shirt as the younger man attempts to get up, dragging Sungmin along like a leech.
“I’d rather just stay in bed with you all day though Henli.” Sungmin whines futilely at Henry, and he almost forgets how unreasonable the older man tends to be in the morning.
“We can do that at home though, here you’re going to get out and be a tourist.”
“….I don’t wanna.”
“And here I thought you were the Hyung.”
…
They pass much of the week in the same way, at least until Henry gets the genius idea of taking Sungmin to one of Toronto’s more popular bars on their next to last night, and they get completely wasted.
“You know what we should do Henli?” Sungmin hiccups at Henry, nuzzling into his shoulder happily and paying no mind to the taxi driver driving them back to Henry’s house. “We should get married. It being legal here and all.”
Henry’s eyes go wide as saucers, and he begins flailing a little bit. “You can’t ask me to marry you Min, that makes me the girl and then I’ll have to wear the dress! I wouldn’t look very good in a wedding dress either; I don’t have the curves for it.” He pouts momentarily until Sungmin begins laughing drunkenly.
“And you’re saying I do? No way Henli, you’re going to have to wear the dress, I topped last time. That means that that’s how the universe wanted it to happen.” Sungmin giggles again before taking off the ring he habitually wears and slipping it on Henry’s finger, fiddling with it lightly before taking Henry’s hand in his.
“Henry Lau, will you marry me?” Sungmin’s eyes turn slightly serious and Henry smiles lopsidedly back.
“Why not!”
Sungmin grins brilliantly before kissing Henry sloppily, only stopping when the taxi driver coughs awkwardly and they pay him before stumbling into the house.
They stumble hand in hand up the stairs, nearly falling over each other when they finally make it into Henry’s room and collapse in a tangle on the bed. Sungmin barely has time to send off a quick text message before being yanked into Henry’s arms and passing out.
To: Ryeowook
From: Sungmin
Sent: 01: 34
Msg: Me an Henli are gunna get married and he’s gunna wear the dress. You can be a bridesmaid if you want Wookie. I love youuuuuuu<3
To: Sungmin
From: Ryeowook
Sent: 01:35
Msg: WHAT.
To: Bitchface
From: The Prick
Sent: 06:40
Msg: Oh my god Sungmin you are never living this down. And I say you should wear the dress, what with you being a woman and all.
Attch. Photoshop1.jpg
…
Sungmin wakes up, sans hangover thanks to lots of experience and amazing genes, and checks his phone out of habit, nearly tossing it against the floor when reading the texts on it.
“Henli,” He shakes the younger man’s shoulder with a sympathetic gaze as Henry bats his hand away and clutches at his head. “I think I asked you to marry me last night.”
That has Henry sitting straight up in bed, hissing for a moment at the light coming through the blinds.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“Well that would explain your ring on my finger.”
“Jongwoon thinks that I should wear the dress. He photoshopped my head on a dress model.”
“Well he’s right. And I’m sure your very pretty in it!”
“I hate him, so, so very much.”
“I know you do.”
“I really would marry you though.”
“As long as I’m not wearing the dress.”
“The correct response was ‘Yes Sungmin, I love you and I’d love to marry you as you are perfect and the man of my dreams, I will even wear a dress for you.’”
“Not exactly what came immediately to mind, but I do love you Min.”
“Yeah yeah, I love you too.”
…
Henry’s mother sends them off with lots of hugs and kind words, his father with a very manly handshake, and his sister with much cooing.
None of them find out about the marriage incident, and the ring that seems to have migrated to Henry’s hand instead of Sungmins goes unnoticed.
When they’re finally on the plane back to Seoul, Sungmin lays his head on Henry’s shoulder and turns his glance out the window and watches the lights of Toronto slowly become little specks in the night.
“Maybe next time.” He murmurs as he feels the pull of sleep dragging him down, lightly stroking Henry’s hand with the ring on it.
“Maybe,” Henry whispers back, burying his face in Sungmin’s soft hair. “But you’ll have to have a ring too you know.”
“And you’ll have to have a dress.”
“In your dreams!”
“Maybe Henli, maybe.”
They drift off into dreamless sleeps, content in the presence of each other.
...
Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed! Comments are love~~
“I’m leaving now Min, I’ll see you soon okay? I love you.” He tastes minty when he leans in for a kiss and Sungmin sighs when he pulls away, curling back into the covers.
“Okay, love you too.” He barely hears Henry chuckle again before sleep claims him, the lull of his dreams too sweet to resist.
…
Ming~!
You forgot about me going to Canada to visit my parents didn’t you? I told you last week before break started though…I’m sure of it! I bet you’re making your ugly frowning face and starting to freak out as you read this, but don’t worry! I have everything I need and I know things have been hectic since your promotion so just get some rest while I’m gone. I’ll miss you!
Love,
Henli <3
..
To: Henli
From: Sungmin
Sent: 09:21
Msg: HENRY LAU. YOU TOLD ME NOTHING OF THE SORT.
To: Min
From: Henry
Sent: 09:23
Msg: Why must you always use caps lock? )’: And I did! I clearly remember telling you last Saturday night!
To: Henli
From: Sungmin
Sent: 09:27 (Page One)
Msg: BECAUSE I’M SO ANGRY I CAN’T SEE STRAIGHT RIGHT NOW. AND HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO REMEMBER ANYTHING YOU TELL ME WHEN YOU’RE DOING THAT THING WITH…
Messages are full. Please delete messages.
Henry sighs and stares at his phone, bracing himself for the rest of the novel Sungmin seems to have typed to him when the flight attendant flutters by and nearly maims him while screeching to turn his phone off. He sighs as he wills the messages to delete themselves faster, typing out a quick reply before the stewardess physically injures him.
To: Min
From: Henry
Sent: 09:33
Msg: Well I did, you can’t deny that! And I think this old lady is going to smash my phone if I don’t turn it off, so I’ll call you when I land, talk to you in fourteen hours!
To: Min
From: Henry
Sent: 09:33
Msg: And remember, you really do love me!
To: Henli
From: Sungmin
Sent: 09:33
Msg: And boy will we have a fantastic conversation then.
To: Henli
From: Sungmin
Sent: 09:34
Msg: NO I HATE YOU.
…
To: Ryeowook
From: Sungmin
Sent: 10:05
Msg: Wookie he went to Canada without actually telling me. I…I don’t think I’ve been this angry in years.
To: Sungmin
From: Ryeowook
Sent: 10:08
Msg: …but are you actually surprised Hyung? Why don’t you just go to Canada and have meet the parents time along with him? You do have all that vacation time saved up! :’D
To: Ryeowook
From: Sungmin
Sent: 10:09
Msg: Wookie if you weren’t so attached to that no good bastard I would kiss you right now. That is an excellent idea, then I can beat him in person.
To: Sungmin
From: Ryeowook
Sent: 10:13
Msg: I have no idea why you hate Jongwoon so much Min, but I wish you two would et along better. I’m happy to be of help! Don’t hurt Henli too badly though, I’m sure he meant we fhuifohrnkqfufrjr89fup23ofj;lmfrgv
To: Ryeowook
From: Sungmin
Sent: 10:13
Msg: …?
To: Bitchface
From: The Prick
Sent: 10:14
Msg: Take your relationship problems somewhere else Sungmin, Ryeowook is a bit occupied at the moment.
To: The Prick
From: Bitchface
Sent: 10:15
Msg: Just when I think I can’t hate you any more. Kim Jongwoon you are full of surprises.
…
You have reached the voice mailbox of, Park Jungsu, they are not available to take your call at the moment, so please leave a message after the tone.
*Beep*
“Hey Jungsu, it’s Sungmin. Henry’s off being an idiot in Canada so I’m going to have to take the next week off work. I have enough vacation time and all my work is done, so don’t you dare call me while I’m gone unless something has gone horribly, irreparably wrong. Even then, please don’t call me. And give all my work to Jongwoon, he kindly volunteered to take it all for me. Again, DON’T CALL ME. Thanks boss, see you in a week.”
Hi, you've reached Sungmin's phone. Sorry I couldn't catch you! Leave a message and I'll get back to you.
“Lee Sungmin I will call you whenever I damn well please. I don’t even care that I just promoted you; your ass is mine when you get back here. I hope you like the coffee machine, you two are going to become intimately acquainted. Oh, but give Henli my love!”
…
Sungmin has to do some creative scouring through the apartment to locate his passport, and feels his wallet wincing as he books his flight to Toronto. He packs in about ten minutes, having every intention of mooching off of Henry for his entire stay, and then decides not to call the younger man before leaving and let his tagging along on his little vacation be a surprise.
He can tell that he’s in for a long plane ride when an overly cheery woman plops herself down beside him on the plane, beginning amicable chatter and only stopping for a mere breath before continuing anew.
After hearing half of her life story in the time it takes for the plane to take off and reach a safe flying altitude, he’s only asked one question.
“So why are you going to Toronto? Do you have a cute girlfriend living there or something?” There’s a wink and a nudge at Sungmin’s shoulder, and he nearly recoils at the look on the woman’s face.
“No, I’m going to retrieve my crazy boyfriend and beat the stupidity out of him. After which we are going to have an amazing round of make up sex.” Sungmin deadpans before smiling disarmingly, and then turns back to fiddling with his ipod. The woman blinks back at him owlishly.
He spends the remaining thirteen hours of his flight in blissful silence.
…
Henry is facedown in his pillow in the late afternoon, nearly out for the count as his jet lag begins to set in, when his phone sings out it’s bubble gum pop ring tone that he has reserved for when Sungmin is calling him.
That’s when he realizes he never called Sungmin after landing. His face goes slightly pale as he reluctantly flips open his phone, hoping to cut off the screeching before it begins.
“Listen Min, I’m really really really sorry I didn’t call…yesterday or whatever the time zone is, I was jet lagged and my mom banned all electronic use for family time or something like that and-”
“That’s not the only thing you have to answer for, you’re just lucky I love you so much. And you can apologize later; right now I really need you to pick me up from the airport.” Sungmin interrupts; voice impatient through the speaker, and garbled by the many voices that seem to be surrounding him. Henry blinks slowly before responding.
“Min…you do know I’m in Canada and can’t pick you up from anywhere right?”
“Of course I do,” Sungmin’s voice gets slightly tighter as a loud exclamation in English is heard next to him. “Which is why I need you to pick me up from the airport in Canada.”
“IN CANADA?!”
And that’s when Sungmin has to calm Henry down from his first of many heart attacks that day.
…
“I can’t believe you came to Canada.”
“I had some vacation days, and I can’t just let you up and leave me like that.”
“I keep telling you Min, I told you last Saturday-”
“That may be so, but how in the world am I expected to remember anything you say when-”
“SUNGMIN I AM GOING TO RUN THIS CAR OFF THE ROAD IF YOU DON’T STOP THAT.”
“This probably isn’t the best time to tell you that some woman on the plane knows about our amazing make up sex, huh?”
Silence reigns.
“My parents can’t wait to meet you.”
“I’m sure they can’t.”
…
Henry’s parents don’t speak a word of Korean. Sungmin doesn’t speak a word of English.
It’s a rather interesting evening to say the least.
Henry gets the joy of playing translator to all the inanely personal questions that his mother can come up with, while his little sister simply coos and marvels that Henry of all people managed to land such a ‘hot piece of ass’.
He doesn’t translate that bit, deciding that there was no need to make Sungmin’s ego any larger.
Somehow Sungmin manages to glean the meaning behind the comment anyway, and leans over to whisper in Henry’s ear, taking great amusement from the situation as a whole and deciding it just karma for Henry just up and disappearing on him.
“Don’t worry Henli, I think you’re quite a fine piece of ass yourself.”
Henry nearly squeaks when Sungmin just barely kisses his jaw before pulling away, eyes sparkling with mirth. He’d nearly have preferred an angry Sungmin to this, all teasing and glinting eyes.
When his mother asks excitedly what it was Sungmin says, Henry can only put on his best neutral expression and try not to stutter.
“He loves your cooking and is very happy to be here.”
…
Sungmin is set up in the guest room downstairs after much arguing and the insistence that he was not to be sleeping with Henry.
Henry endures that extremely uncomfortable conversation with his mother, and leaves red faced before setting up Sungmin’s bed.
He’s alone in his room for all of an hour before he hears the door creaking open and a warm body slipping in behind him.
“I didn’t come all this way and earn my coffee bitch title back so that we could sleep in separate rooms.” Sungmin murmurs into the back of Henry’s neck, clasping his arms tightly around the younger man’s waist.
Henry hums noncommittally and laces his fingers with Sungmins, toying with them and letting their legs slightly tangle.
“Thanks for tagging along Min, it means a lot.”
“Don’t go sappy on me now lover boy, I’m still going to ream you once your family isn’t around.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
…
Henry wakes up to his sister shrieking and Sungmin curling into his chest to avoid said shrieking and the large overhead light that came along with it.
“Henli, make her go away, if I’m using my vacation days for this I want to sleep in.” It’s mumbled sleepily into his collar bone and Henry merely glares at his sister while stroking Sungmin’s hair, willing his tired mind to remember Korean.
His sister says something along the lines of breakfast being ready and not being able to wait to tell their parents about the adjusted sleeping arrangements. Henry waves her off and begins the arduous task of waking Sungmin up.
“Come on Min, I was going to laze around for this break but since you’re here, we’re going sight seeing. Wake up so I can give you the proper tourist experience.”
Sungmin grumbles and attaches to Henry’s shirt as the younger man attempts to get up, dragging Sungmin along like a leech.
“I’d rather just stay in bed with you all day though Henli.” Sungmin whines futilely at Henry, and he almost forgets how unreasonable the older man tends to be in the morning.
“We can do that at home though, here you’re going to get out and be a tourist.”
“….I don’t wanna.”
“And here I thought you were the Hyung.”
…
They pass much of the week in the same way, at least until Henry gets the genius idea of taking Sungmin to one of Toronto’s more popular bars on their next to last night, and they get completely wasted.
“You know what we should do Henli?” Sungmin hiccups at Henry, nuzzling into his shoulder happily and paying no mind to the taxi driver driving them back to Henry’s house. “We should get married. It being legal here and all.”
Henry’s eyes go wide as saucers, and he begins flailing a little bit. “You can’t ask me to marry you Min, that makes me the girl and then I’ll have to wear the dress! I wouldn’t look very good in a wedding dress either; I don’t have the curves for it.” He pouts momentarily until Sungmin begins laughing drunkenly.
“And you’re saying I do? No way Henli, you’re going to have to wear the dress, I topped last time. That means that that’s how the universe wanted it to happen.” Sungmin giggles again before taking off the ring he habitually wears and slipping it on Henry’s finger, fiddling with it lightly before taking Henry’s hand in his.
“Henry Lau, will you marry me?” Sungmin’s eyes turn slightly serious and Henry smiles lopsidedly back.
“Why not!”
Sungmin grins brilliantly before kissing Henry sloppily, only stopping when the taxi driver coughs awkwardly and they pay him before stumbling into the house.
They stumble hand in hand up the stairs, nearly falling over each other when they finally make it into Henry’s room and collapse in a tangle on the bed. Sungmin barely has time to send off a quick text message before being yanked into Henry’s arms and passing out.
To: Ryeowook
From: Sungmin
Sent: 01: 34
Msg: Me an Henli are gunna get married and he’s gunna wear the dress. You can be a bridesmaid if you want Wookie. I love youuuuuuu<3
To: Sungmin
From: Ryeowook
Sent: 01:35
Msg: WHAT.
To: Bitchface
From: The Prick
Sent: 06:40
Msg: Oh my god Sungmin you are never living this down. And I say you should wear the dress, what with you being a woman and all.
Attch. Photoshop1.jpg
…
Sungmin wakes up, sans hangover thanks to lots of experience and amazing genes, and checks his phone out of habit, nearly tossing it against the floor when reading the texts on it.
“Henli,” He shakes the younger man’s shoulder with a sympathetic gaze as Henry bats his hand away and clutches at his head. “I think I asked you to marry me last night.”
That has Henry sitting straight up in bed, hissing for a moment at the light coming through the blinds.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“Well that would explain your ring on my finger.”
“Jongwoon thinks that I should wear the dress. He photoshopped my head on a dress model.”
“Well he’s right. And I’m sure your very pretty in it!”
“I hate him, so, so very much.”
“I know you do.”
“I really would marry you though.”
“As long as I’m not wearing the dress.”
“The correct response was ‘Yes Sungmin, I love you and I’d love to marry you as you are perfect and the man of my dreams, I will even wear a dress for you.’”
“Not exactly what came immediately to mind, but I do love you Min.”
“Yeah yeah, I love you too.”
…
Henry’s mother sends them off with lots of hugs and kind words, his father with a very manly handshake, and his sister with much cooing.
None of them find out about the marriage incident, and the ring that seems to have migrated to Henry’s hand instead of Sungmins goes unnoticed.
When they’re finally on the plane back to Seoul, Sungmin lays his head on Henry’s shoulder and turns his glance out the window and watches the lights of Toronto slowly become little specks in the night.
“Maybe next time.” He murmurs as he feels the pull of sleep dragging him down, lightly stroking Henry’s hand with the ring on it.
“Maybe,” Henry whispers back, burying his face in Sungmin’s soft hair. “But you’ll have to have a ring too you know.”
“And you’ll have to have a dress.”
“In your dreams!”
“Maybe Henli, maybe.”
They drift off into dreamless sleeps, content in the presence of each other.
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