Grooms' Luck
Title: Grooms' Luck
Pairing: chanyeol/kai, implied baekhyun/fem!kyungsoo
Genre: fluff, stupid-idiots-about-to-get-married genre
Length: 998 words
Rating: I would say G G G G baby baby baby but PG13 just for language orz
A/N: BECAUSE 4 GIFS OF CHANYEOL FIXING JONGIN'S TIE = DEATH. DEATH UPON LEA
"Stop fidgeting," Chanyeol says, not looking up from the black silk in his hands. Jongin hates that his fiancé sounds so stable, so different compared to how he feels right now. He's close to hurling from the nervousness and he feels jittery all over, like if something or someone shocked him even a little he could fly through the roof.
Chanyeol, on the other hand, appears so calm and composed. Sexy, even, the way he had reprimanded Jongin on his fidgeting with his teeth gritted and a tug of the tie looped around Jongin's neck. Maybe tonight, after all this is over, he'll tell Chanyeol how much that little action had turned him on, and his fiancé could do something about that.
Of course, by the time all this is over, Jongin can't call Chanyeol his fiancé anymore.
They had bumped into each other at the corridor, Jongin having left the suite to get some fresh air and Chanyeol needing to get away from best man Baekhyun and best woman Kyungsoon's stifling sexual tension.
Without a single thought the almost newlyweds had brisk walked into each other's arms, bodies all but meshing together, Chanyeol muttering breathy compliments and Jongin making incoherent wheezing noises against his lover's armpit. They stayed that way for a good minute or so before Chanyeol grabbed a fistful of Jongin's silk tie and pulled his chin up for a long, deep kiss.
The kiss was merciless on Jongin's part. It left him flustered afterwards, not (only) because Chanyeol's a great kisser but (also) because he just knew he couldn't go back in the suite looking like that. His sisters would freak, and his dad would stick his nose so high up in the air while voicing his disapproval and Jongin wouldn't hear the end of it. ("Oh, I'll go to your wedding. Just try not to flaunt it so much," the old man had said over the phone some weeks ago. It honestly pissed Jongin off, but Chanyeol had a point--at least he hadn't forced Jongin to call it off this time.)
The strategically placed mirror on the wall helped them make Jongin look more decent at least, but the younger's tie had gone into a state that was beyond hope. So Chanyeol had loosened it completely, much to Jongin's shock, and has been trying to fix it ever since.
Everyone's bound to worry about their whereabouts now, Jongin's sure. Either that or they're about to find out that their loved ones don't care about them as much as they think. (Or Baekhyun and Kyungsoon are too busy making out to look for the lost groom.) But Chanyeol's still struggling with the tie, tying and loosening it, looping and untangling it, his frown deepening by the minute, tongue peeking between his moist, swollen lips.
At last, Chanyeol groans and lets go of the tie in defeat. "I can't fucking do it, Jongin-ah."
Somehow, despite the situation, Jongin starts to chuckle. Maybe the stress is making him lose his mind. "That's okay," he finds himself saying a second or so later.
Chanyeol's expression softens. "I'm too fucking nervous," the taller breathes, and soon he's laughing too.
Chanyeol bends his head slightly, just enough to rest his forehead against Jongin's without much force. It's comforting for Jongin, especially when Chanyeol's hand feels exceptionally large against the back of his neck like this. And they continue like that for a while, laughing at each other and ultimately together, two idiots about to go into union i.e. go through one of the most important moments in their lives.
A door opens and there's a sharp cry that shuts the both of them up. Jongin's barely managed to register who it is before someone tackles Chanyeol to the ground, and he watches as his fiancé practically drowns under Yixing's unforgiving body.
"Yixi--" Chanyeol heaves.
"Dude," Jongin shouts, making a grab for Yixing's shoulders to lift him off of Chanyeol, "what the fuck?!" He manages to get YIxing on his knees at least, but the latter still has his palms over Chanyeol's face.
"Run, Jongin. Run into the suite!" Yixing cries, panic and concern written all over his countenance. "Run if you don't want bad luck on your wedding!"
"Oh, god..." Chanyeol murmurs, words muffled by their manic friend's hands, while Jongin smacks his own palm against his forehead.
"Is that what this is about?"
"Well, isn't it bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding or something?" he asks, clearly not listening to a word he's actually saying.
"Do I look like a damn bride to you?" Jongin hisses.
"Are you saying we're not emotionally strong enough for some 'bad luck'?" Chanyeol counters.
Jongin spots the red creeping up the other's cheeks before he hears the apology leave his lips. Yixing grimaces when he lifts his hands and uncovers the anger and annoyance on Chanyeol's face. The taller groom gets on his feet then, and Yixing brushes the unseeable dust off his pants.
"You know," Jongin starts, looking up at Chanyeol, "I think you really helped us out, Xingxing."
Yixing hesitantly gets up. "I did?"
"Yeah. You've helped us realize we all really need to just calm the fuck down," Chanyeol explains, perfectly voicing out Jongin's thoughts for him. Jongin can't help returning his big, cheesy grin.
"That, we do," Jongin agrees, tilting his head up as Chanyeol leans in once more to take him softly by the lips. He'd been completely blind to Chanyeol's anxiety earlier, but he can easily tell the difference between this kiss and the one prior. His soon-to-be husband's movements are a lot more certain now, tongue more relaxed as it explores Jongin's willing mouth, lips more gentle as they clasp and unclasp Jongin's repeatedly.
"Come on," Jongin whispers against Chanyeol's chin when their lips part. "Let's go do this thing."
Chanyeol lets out a short laugh. "You mean our wedding?" he asks, and Jongin nods. "Alright then."
_________________________________________________
A/N:
i know those gifs are so old but i just saw them ok
i am the actual undead rn >->o
Pairing: chanyeol/kai, implied baekhyun/fem!kyungsoo
Genre: fluff, stupid-idiots-about-to-get-married genre
Length: 998 words
Rating: I would say G G G G baby baby baby but PG13 just for language orz
A/N: BECAUSE 4 GIFS OF CHANYEOL FIXING JONGIN'S TIE = DEATH. DEATH UPON LEA
"Stop fidgeting," Chanyeol says, not looking up from the black silk in his hands. Jongin hates that his fiancé sounds so stable, so different compared to how he feels right now. He's close to hurling from the nervousness and he feels jittery all over, like if something or someone shocked him even a little he could fly through the roof.
Chanyeol, on the other hand, appears so calm and composed. Sexy, even, the way he had reprimanded Jongin on his fidgeting with his teeth gritted and a tug of the tie looped around Jongin's neck. Maybe tonight, after all this is over, he'll tell Chanyeol how much that little action had turned him on, and his fiancé could do something about that.
Of course, by the time all this is over, Jongin can't call Chanyeol his fiancé anymore.
They had bumped into each other at the corridor, Jongin having left the suite to get some fresh air and Chanyeol needing to get away from best man Baekhyun and best woman Kyungsoon's stifling sexual tension.
Without a single thought the almost newlyweds had brisk walked into each other's arms, bodies all but meshing together, Chanyeol muttering breathy compliments and Jongin making incoherent wheezing noises against his lover's armpit. They stayed that way for a good minute or so before Chanyeol grabbed a fistful of Jongin's silk tie and pulled his chin up for a long, deep kiss.
The kiss was merciless on Jongin's part. It left him flustered afterwards, not (only) because Chanyeol's a great kisser but (also) because he just knew he couldn't go back in the suite looking like that. His sisters would freak, and his dad would stick his nose so high up in the air while voicing his disapproval and Jongin wouldn't hear the end of it. ("Oh, I'll go to your wedding. Just try not to flaunt it so much," the old man had said over the phone some weeks ago. It honestly pissed Jongin off, but Chanyeol had a point--at least he hadn't forced Jongin to call it off this time.)
The strategically placed mirror on the wall helped them make Jongin look more decent at least, but the younger's tie had gone into a state that was beyond hope. So Chanyeol had loosened it completely, much to Jongin's shock, and has been trying to fix it ever since.
Everyone's bound to worry about their whereabouts now, Jongin's sure. Either that or they're about to find out that their loved ones don't care about them as much as they think. (Or Baekhyun and Kyungsoon are too busy making out to look for the lost groom.) But Chanyeol's still struggling with the tie, tying and loosening it, looping and untangling it, his frown deepening by the minute, tongue peeking between his moist, swollen lips.
At last, Chanyeol groans and lets go of the tie in defeat. "I can't fucking do it, Jongin-ah."
Somehow, despite the situation, Jongin starts to chuckle. Maybe the stress is making him lose his mind. "That's okay," he finds himself saying a second or so later.
Chanyeol's expression softens. "I'm too fucking nervous," the taller breathes, and soon he's laughing too.
Chanyeol bends his head slightly, just enough to rest his forehead against Jongin's without much force. It's comforting for Jongin, especially when Chanyeol's hand feels exceptionally large against the back of his neck like this. And they continue like that for a while, laughing at each other and ultimately together, two idiots about to go into union i.e. go through one of the most important moments in their lives.
A door opens and there's a sharp cry that shuts the both of them up. Jongin's barely managed to register who it is before someone tackles Chanyeol to the ground, and he watches as his fiancé practically drowns under Yixing's unforgiving body.
"Yixi--" Chanyeol heaves.
"Dude," Jongin shouts, making a grab for Yixing's shoulders to lift him off of Chanyeol, "what the fuck?!" He manages to get YIxing on his knees at least, but the latter still has his palms over Chanyeol's face.
"Run, Jongin. Run into the suite!" Yixing cries, panic and concern written all over his countenance. "Run if you don't want bad luck on your wedding!"
"Oh, god..." Chanyeol murmurs, words muffled by their manic friend's hands, while Jongin smacks his own palm against his forehead.
"Is that what this is about?"
"Well, isn't it bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding or something?" he asks, clearly not listening to a word he's actually saying.
"Do I look like a damn bride to you?" Jongin hisses.
"Are you saying we're not emotionally strong enough for some 'bad luck'?" Chanyeol counters.
Jongin spots the red creeping up the other's cheeks before he hears the apology leave his lips. Yixing grimaces when he lifts his hands and uncovers the anger and annoyance on Chanyeol's face. The taller groom gets on his feet then, and Yixing brushes the unseeable dust off his pants.
"You know," Jongin starts, looking up at Chanyeol, "I think you really helped us out, Xingxing."
Yixing hesitantly gets up. "I did?"
"Yeah. You've helped us realize we all really need to just calm the fuck down," Chanyeol explains, perfectly voicing out Jongin's thoughts for him. Jongin can't help returning his big, cheesy grin.
"That, we do," Jongin agrees, tilting his head up as Chanyeol leans in once more to take him softly by the lips. He'd been completely blind to Chanyeol's anxiety earlier, but he can easily tell the difference between this kiss and the one prior. His soon-to-be husband's movements are a lot more certain now, tongue more relaxed as it explores Jongin's willing mouth, lips more gentle as they clasp and unclasp Jongin's repeatedly.
"Come on," Jongin whispers against Chanyeol's chin when their lips part. "Let's go do this thing."
Chanyeol lets out a short laugh. "You mean our wedding?" he asks, and Jongin nods. "Alright then."
_________________________________________________
A/N:
i know those gifs are so old but i just saw them ok
i am the actual undead rn >->o