Plastic Hearts & Crowns
Pairing: Kai/Suho
Rating:NC-17
Word Count: ~4k
Warning(s): None
Summary: It isn’t until Jongin is twenty when he finally meets his Prince Charming.
Author's Note: Thank you, dumb and dumber. I love you both dearly.
Originally posted at forjongin, here.
Jongin is four years old when he reads his first fairy tale, The Three Little Pigs.
Jongin is seven years old when he begs his parents for German lessons so that he can read Grimm’s Fairy Tales in its original language.
Jongin is twelve years old when he discovers he likes boys.
Jongin is seventeen when he gets his first boyfriend.
Jongin is also seventeen when he gets his second, third, fourth, fifth, and so forth.
It isn’t until Jongin is twenty when he finally meets his Prince Charming.
His name is actually Kim Joonmyun, but Jongin likes to refer to him by his nickname whenever his boyfriend isn’t within earshot. Joonmyun is everything Jongin could ever ask for and more. He’s kind, chivalrous, caring, intelligent, dorky, and it doesn’t hurt that he’s handsome as fuck.
After graduating from university, they moved in together into a small apartment in the heart of the city. Even though they lived together, the two rarely got to see each other because the elder got accepted into a prestigious law school where he’d spend the next few years. So while Joonmyun was busy with schoolwork, Jongin found a better job that preoccupied himself a little more.
All of Joonmyun’s hard work paid off in the end once he got a job offer from one of the city’s top law firms. Although, this further caused the couple to see each other less, they persevered and stayed together. Once Joonmyun felt like their lives were on stable ground, he finally proposed to Jongin on their seventh anniversary. The proposal wasn’t anything too crazy or fancy, but it was enough for Jongin because now he was going to marry his prince. Their wedding ceremony and reception would make up for the lack of sparkle in the proposal.
Their wedding ceremony and reception didn’t make up for the lack of sparkle in the proposal. Despite Jongin’s insistence that Joonmyun looked better in a white tuxedo, his fiancé decided he’d be donning a black one instead since the color palette they’d be using consisted of blacks, greys, and reds and Joonmyun believed it brought on a more formal flair. The elder let Jongin pick out everything else from the kind of table cloth to the actual venue for their wedding. Jongin was thrilled, but annoyed at the same time because the lively garden he chose wouldn’t go well with the dead reception space. Despite his disappointment and frustration, he kept telling himself that all this planning was a minor setback compared to the amazing life he’d have as Joonmyun’s husband. So what if Jongin wasn’t going to have his fairy tale wedding? At least he got his fairy tale prince.
A couple of Jongin’s good friends planned to fly out two weeks before the wedding to help out with any last minute preparations and some to meet his husband-to-be for the very first time, his best friend Baekhyun to be exact.
They had met back in elementary school on a yard bench where they were both sentenced to stay for the remainder of recess because Jongin refused to share the basketball and Baekhyun told a kid to fuck off. It was friendship at first sight, no one could get between the two of them. At one point in high school, people even started to believe they were dating. Once it was time to go off to university, Baekhyun had chosen to study abroad in China while Jongin stayed back in Korea. Saying goodbye was terribly hard, but it never felt like it happened since they messaged each other almost everyday afterwards.
Baekhyun met a young man, Zitao, overseas a couple months before he was set to go back home. Zitao ended up being the reason why Baekhyun stayed a little longer than planned, three years longer. Jongin had the pleasure of hearing his friend gush on and on about the man.
No one likes to wake up before the break of dawn, yet that’s exactly what Jongin had to do in order to pick up Baekhyun from the airport. He would have liked to take Joonmyun with him, but god knows how unpredictable his friend can be. It’s safer to lay a couple ground rules down first before anyone gets embarrassed, namely Jongin.
Thankfully their flight wasn’t delayed nor the weather turned bad, so it lands right on schedule. Jongin waits for the pair patiently with a sign that reads Byun & Huang with little hearts on the corners. His face lights up when he spots Baekhyun and ditches the sign in favor of running up to his best friend. Baekhyun meets him halfway and they embrace, leaving Zitao to waddle behind with the couple’s luggage in tow.
During the ride home, Jongin familiarizes himself with Zitao, catches up on things with Baekhyun, and runs down on a few rules his friend should abide by. Baekhyun waves off the rules and starts babbling about the story of how he met Zitao as if Jongin hasn’t already heard it a thousand times already. He humors his friend anyway and asks questions during any deliberate pauses. Every now and then, Zitao interjects with his side of things and flicks Baekhyun on the forehead for exaggerating some of the finer details. As arduous as it was for him to get out of bed that morning, Jongin thinks the effort was well worth it now.
The lights are off inside of the apartment when they arrive, so everyone quietly makes their way over to the guest room - or, at least, they tried to. Zitao manages to bang his suitcase against the coffee table and the force is enough to knock over a vase of flowers sent over by Jongin’s parents as an apology for not being able to make it to their son’s wedding. The glass doesn’t shatter, but the water pouring out makes a big splash against the wooden floors. Jongin curses under his breath as he tries to reassure Zitao that it’s no big deal and stop Baekhyun’s cackling. It isn’t a surprise that Joonmyun startles awake thanks to the sudden commotion and comes out to see if everything’s okay while rubbing the sleep away from his eyes.
“What’s all the ruck -”
“Why, hello there! I’m Byun Baekhyun, but you can just call me Baek since I can already tell that we’ll be really good friends,” Baekhyun spits out rapidly as he dashes over to Joonmyun and grabs his hand for a bone-crushing handshake.
“Ah! So you’re Jongin’s prince,” Zitao exclaims and joins Baekhyun, shaking Joonmyun’s free hand.
“His what?” Joonmyun is absolutely perplexed. He has just woken up, and two random men are shaking his hand with fervor and what’s this about a prince?
Jongin panics because he never plans on Joonmyun finding out about the silly nickname and quickly jumps in before Zitao can reiterate. “Minced… he wanted to say minced meat.”
It is a rather lame cover up and everyone looks at Jongin with raised brows, except for Baekhyun; he’s snickering.
“Oh. Well that’s quite odd, “ Joonmyun mutters, still trying to get a grasp on the situation. “And who are these people again?”
“Baekhyun and Zitao. They were just about to get themselves comfortable in the guest room and their paws off of you,” Jongin steps in to detach the pair from his fiancé and shoos them away towards the general direction of their room.
Zitao has to drag a grumbling Baekhyun away along with their things and Jongin smiles thankfully. He can’t believe that within five minutes of letting his best friend inside his home, the other embarrassed him already and that was against one of the rules Jongin set!
“I’m so sorry about that. I should have put a muzzle on him and threw him in a cage,” Jongin apologizes as he absentmindedly tries to fix Joonmyun’s bed hair.
A frown forms on Joonmyun’s face,“I should be the apologetic one. I allowed our guests for the next two weeks to see me so disheveled.”
“Trust me, Baekhyun has woken up to worse,” Jongin quips.
Baekhyun doesn’t take long to get himself comfortable in the Kim residence, already leaving various articles of clothing around the apartment and placing his feet on the coffee table every time he sits down to watch television or eat. Jongin can’t say a single thing about it because his friend always mentions the stupid nickname and everything it entails whenever they’re alone together. It drives him crazy, but all he can do is sit back and watch Baekhyun do as he pleases. The only saving grace is Zitao. He’s really pleasant company and always helps around whenever he can. It’s a wonder how Baekhyun snagged such a wonderful man off the market.
One day when they’re eating dinner at home together, Jongin almost bursts a blood vessel and loses it.
“Hey Tao, I was wondering what you meant when you said minced meat the day you arrived. Is that some sort of slang term in your mother tongue?” Joonmyun asks. It’s a shame that he hasn’t forgotten about that little fiasco.
Before Zitao can answer, Jongin thrusts parmesan cheese packets in front of his face. “Your pizza looks like it’s lacking some cheese. Here, have some.” He wants to avoid having to come up with another lame cover up for whatever Zitao planned on saying. His guest seems to forget about replying and happily tears open one of the packets, sprinkling a healthy amount of cheese onto his slice of pizza. When Jongin catches Baekhyun ready to speak up for his boyfriend, he simply tosses a cheese packet at his friend’s face.
Dinner goes by without another hitch, that is if you ignore the discussion on The British Royal Family (instigated by Baekhyun), comments about the practicality of a horse versus a car (instigated by Baekhyun again), and stupid sword sheathing puns (from yours truly). Later on when Jongin is taking the garbage downstairs with Baekhyun tagging along, he nearly knocks his friend over the handrailing twice with the bag.
Things slowly become tolerable as the special day draws near. Baekhyun isn’t such a big slob anymore, but he’s concerned about how stressed Jongin has been as of late, so he fixes together a little outing for them and some of Jongin’s other friends. If he didn’t have lazy tendencies and a big mouth, everyone would think Baekhyun was the greatest friend ever.
Everyone meets at the cafe down the street. Luhan arrives first, followed behind by Sehun and Yixing. Baekhyun and Jongin come late because arriving fashionably late makes us look good. That’s far from their case because the group waits for half an hour for them, but all is forgiven once all the food and drinks are on Jongin. As they wait for their orders to come, Yixing makes sure Jongin is comfortable, Luhan asks him how he’s been doing, and Sehun and Baekhyun sport shit-eating grins.
“Is he going to knight you with his dick on your honeymoon?” they both shout out at the same time and that’s when their food arrives. Jongin can’t decide who’s more red in the face, their waiter or himself. Today was supposed to be a wind-down day. So much for that.
It’s the day of the wedding, and Jongin is more nervous than excited. He is afraid that he’ll trip on his way down the aisle, making an utter fool of himself. He can’t stop thinking about how the cake will be a boring red velvet instead of German chocolate one. He keeps checking his reflection in the mirror to make sure he looks fine even though he still is in his pajamas, in his hotel room. It’s the day Jongin nearly goes insane.
Joonmyun and Jongin are far from the typical couple, but they had decided to follow wedding day tradition and wouldn’t be seeing each other until the ceremony. Jongin regrets this decision because he needs his fiancé there to reassure him that everything will be okay. Baekhyun is the exact opposite of what Jongin wants, yet there stands his dear friend yapping away about how lovely the weather is and how he can’t wait to get into Zitao’s pants that night because he looks so fuckable in a suit.
Jongin sits at the edge of the bed with his elbows propped on his legs, face buried in his hands as he waits for salvation to come. It does, in the form of a knock on the door. He eagerly gets up to see who his savior is, not caring who is out there in the hall because even a murderer is more welcome in his room than Baekhyun.
“Yixing! Luhan! Oh god, I’m so glad to see you guys,” Jongin cries out upon opening up the door, his arms enveloping the pair in a hug. “Come in, please. Save me from this hell.”
All three of them walk over to the bed where Baekhyun is still yapping away to an invisible audience.
Planning a wedding is a piece of cake compared to the hecticness that ensues when Jongin and his wedding party rush to get ready for the big day. Everyone is pulling on their suits faster than a one-night-stand would the morning after with their clothes. The eyeliner supply depletes quickly once Baekhyun gets his hands on it. Sehun manages to get a stain on his white dress shirt despite only sitting on the bed as he texts fervently to god knows who. Every little thing that goes wrong causes Jongin to move closer to the brink of insanity. Thankfully Yixing is there to calm him down and move everyone along.
The nerves that frazzled Jongin early on in the morning make a comeback once he reaches the main floor of the hotel. In less than fifteen minutes, he’ll be married to the love of his life and everyone he cares about will be there to witness it.
He doesn’t want to wrinkle his jacket, but he can’t find it in himself to walk over the gardens without leaning heavily against Baekhyun who will be escorting him down the aisle in the stead of Jongin’s father.
“You’ll be fine. Even if you somehow walk into the open door in front of everyone, Joon will still want to marry you,” Baekhyun says.
“How helpful. I feel so much better now. Thank you,” Jongin grumbles, though he knows his friend’s words are true. Joonmyun would still marry him even if Jongin wet his pants! Hopefully that isn’t the case.
Jongin had decided on getting married at an upscale hotel downtown because the gardens in the back host an array of vibrant greenery that’s neatly kempt all year round along with beautifully carved marble statues of mythical creatures placed all around. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think he was transported to another country.
Everyone turns their heads towards the doors when the quartet in the front begins to play and their faces of awe are nothing compared to Jongin’s when he notices that Joonmyun is sporting the white tuxedo he was talking about months ago. His fiancé looks more handsome than ever with his hair gelled back and pants hugging the curve of his ass perfectly. Jongin swore that he wasn’t going to cry because his make up would get ruined and most importantly, the wedding photos. They hired a professional photographer and the last thing Jongin wants is to waste money on terrible pictures of himself standing next to Korea’s Next Top Model.
Tears are shed anyway and Jongin tries his best to ignore them as he walks down the aisle slowly with Baekhyun by his side. He is glad to have his best friend right there to restrain him from running the rest of the way and making out with Joonmyun on the spot. All eyes are on him, but the only one’s that truly matter are his soon-to-be husband’s. Joonmyun smiles adoringly at Jongin, his fingers twitching slightly at his side as if wanting to just reach out for the younger. Jongin is glad to know that Joonmyun is just as eager as him.
The music stops and silence falls once Jongin reaches the front. Joonmyun looks even more amazing from this viewpoint and Jongin has just almost had enough of the formalities. Who needs a grand wedding with a bunch of guests to witness the joining of their lives? It’s all for show, anyway. Instead of throwing a ton of money down the toilet just to see dressed-up people crying while eating a steak and making a fool of themselves later on the dance floor, Jongin and Joonmyun could have settled for a quick civil ceremony in the courts. Okay, Jongin just really wants to be able to call his fiancé his husband and consummate the marriage.
Most of what the pastor says flies over Jongin’s head because he can’t bother to focus on anyone else but Joonmyun which helps make everything go by much faster. He only tunes back in once it’s time to exchange vows and say the I do’s.
“Do you, Kim Joonmyun, take Kim Jongin to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do.”
“And do you, Kim Jongin, take Kim Joonmyun to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do, I do!”
The pastor is in the middle of announcing them as husbands when Jongin reaches over and pulls Joonmyun in by the lapels, pressing their lips together for the long overdue kiss. Their audience goes wild and the pastor awkwardly finishes up with some last words.
Once the ceremony has officially come to an end, guests are ushered inside one of the hotel’s event rooms for cocktails while the wedding party stays behind to take pictures. In between frames, Jongin pesters Joonmyun about his change of heart over the tuxedo and his husband has nothing to say but a simple don’t worry about it.
Jongin isn’t too excited to see how their reception turned out to be because of the drab color pallette he begrudgingly agreed to. He gives Joonmyun’s hand a gentle squeeze before they walk inside and his jaw drops at the sight in front of him. It’s nothing Jongin had expected all these months.
Swaths of white fabric drape along the ceiling. Soft yellow uplighting line the walls. The centerpieces on every table consist of a cylindrical vase with a single red rose submerged underwater. All the chairs have golden backings with intricate floral detailings etched in as if the gods crafted them themselves. There is even an ice sculpture of a heart with Joonmyun’s and Jongin’s initials carved into it by the wedding cake. This is everything Jongin has dreamed of and more, but it baffles him as to what happened to their original ideas from months ago. When he asks Joonmyun about it, his husband simply replies again with don’t worry about it. There’s no time to question the unsatisfactory answer because there’s a wedding to celebrate!
Food is consumed and alcohol guzzled down. People come up to them to convey their happiness and well wishes for their future. Music booms through the speakers. The dance floor is packed with drunks and others that are well on their way. Baekhyun is making due with his promise from earlier on with the way he excessively gropes Zitao.
After the cake is cut, which surprisingly turned out to be German chocolate, Joonmyun is nowhere to be found. It’s easy to lose someone with the crowd size in the room, but Jongin could easily spot his husband in a sea of people. He is visibly upset that Joonmyun has abandoned him, but tells himself that the other must have gone off for a quick bathroom break. Too much excitement can weaken the bladder. Jongin returns to their newlywed table where he’ll wait for Joonmyun. The waiting is cut short when he spots an envelope tucked into the folds of his cloth napkin. A key card along with simple instructions sit inside.
Meet me upstairs.
Love, Joonmyun
Jongin’s heart beats a little faster at the note and he scans the room to see if anyone is watching him. Millions of thoughts run through his mind as he tries to figure out what Joonmyun has in store for him. Maybe there will be a trail of rose petals leading up to a bubble bath waiting for him, or something just as romantic to cap off the night. Whatever the surprise is, Jongin can’t wait to find out. He can’t just make a swift getaway with his guests still partying like the world is about to end, so he mingles around for their sake even though his husband had ditched long ago.
It takes Jongin over fifteen minutes to finally escape through the front doors after figuring out an excuse about forgetting something in his room. Why didn’t he think of that sooner? That doesn’t matter because now he’s riding the elevator up to the floor indicated on the key card. He’s thankful for the occasional stop for other guests to get on or off their respective floors, giving him time to collect his thoughts.
Sliding in the key card is more nerve wracking than Jongin would have liked, and it’s all for naught once the door swings open. The lights are off and the sound of running water can’t be heard. He is disappointed to say the least. It’s his fault, he reasons, to assume that Joonmyun would set up another surprise for him. After all, they spent the last few months planning an entire wedding. That is no easy feat for anyone to accomplish.
He doesn’t return to the party downstairs because his disappointment will be easily read on his face, so he lets his suit jacket slide off his shoulders and onto the floor. His tie, belt, socks, and shoes soon join the pile. All he wants right now is for Joonmyun to join him in their room, to enjoy the last few moments of their special day together, alone. He takes out his phone and texts his husband to figure out his whereabouts as he heads over to what looks like the bedroom.
The door is closed which is quite peculiar, but Jongin doesn’t think twice about it as he opens it up. The lamp on the nightstand is on and it casts more than enough light to reveal Joonmyun lying on the bed with almost nothing on except for a plastic crown and boxers. Jongin doesn’t know what to say or do, his mind wracking for some sort of response. All the negativity he felt before walking in there disappears as fast as it had come and it is replaced by confusion with a side of arousal.
“What took you so long?” Joonmyun simply asks, breaking the silence.
So this is the surprise.
“I… um… wow,” It’s all that Jongin can utter.
Joonmyun sighs. “Take off all your clothes.”
Jongin does as he’s told without question and strips himself of the remainder of his clothes because an authoritative Joonmyun is really endearing. Despite the chill of the night, he’s easily warmed up by his husband’s burning gaze. With a crook of Joonmyun’s finger, Jongin scurries over to the bed and climbs in next to his husband.
The next thing Jongin knows, Joonmyun grabs him by the hair and directs his face over to his crotch. “Suck me off.”
This sudden command catches Jongin off guard not because he’s against giving into Joonmyun’s wishes, but that he’s used to a little kissing first with hands wandering here and there. He follows through anyway and removes Joonmyun’s boxers, tentatively taking the tip into his mouth. Joonmyun doesn’t seem like he wants to take things slow though when his grasp on Jongin’s hair tightens and thrusts into the wet warmth. Tears are brimming when the head hits the back of Jongin’s throat, but he simply closes his eyes and takes a deep breath through his nose to relax himself before taking more of Joonmyun in his mouth. The glide down isn’t as uncomfortable anymore and kind of pleasurable because Joonmyun is letting out all sorts of appreciative groans. Jongin is most satisfied when Joonmyun is.
Before things go overboard, Joonmyun yanks Jongin away from his now leaking cock.
“Get on all fours. Now,”
There is no need to tell Jongin twice as he climbs off of Joonmyun and settles onto his hands and knees, making sure his ass is in full view for his husband. Joonmyun makes quick work of prepping Jongin up, warming the lubricant up and working his husband open with one, two, and then finally three fingers. Jongin is already keening even though he hasn’t been touched and it’s not Joonmyun’s cock filling him up.
“Fuck, Joon. Get on with it already,” he cries out because the sudden switch in gears confuses him. At first Joonmyun was ready to shoot his load down Jongin’s throat and now he wants a peaceful walk in the park.
The only reply he gets is a spank which leaves a stinging feeling and a faint pink handprint. It shuts Jongin up and places him under Joonmyun’s mercy. After the initial whimpers of protest, Jongin focuses on how good his husband makes him feel and even begs for a fourth finger when it seems like they’ll be taking things painstakingly slow. There’s no need for it though when Joonmyun draws out and slicks himself up. Jongin presses his ass back to encourage Joonmyun to hurry up and for the first time that night, he complies to Jongin’s wishes. It always feels so gratifying whenever Joonmyun fills him up completely, and today is no exception.
They wrap themselves up with the blankets afterwards. Jongin hums to himself as he plays with Joonmyun’s fingers, wondering if he should ask about why everything they planned for their wedding turned out to be completely different. Minutes pass before he musters up the courage to and Joonmyun laughs softly. His husband goes on to explain that Zitao brought up the whole prince thing by accident when they were alone together, and since there was no one to stop him that time, he indulged Joonmyun on it. It was pretty pricey to change everything last minute, but it was definitely worth it seeing how overjoyed Jongin was today.
Joonmyun removes the plastic crown from his head and places it atop of Jongin’s, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “And now you’re my prince.”
Rating:NC-17
Word Count: ~4k
Warning(s): None
Summary: It isn’t until Jongin is twenty when he finally meets his Prince Charming.
Author's Note: Thank you, dumb and dumber. I love you both dearly.
Originally posted at forjongin, here.
Jongin is four years old when he reads his first fairy tale, The Three Little Pigs.
Jongin is seven years old when he begs his parents for German lessons so that he can read Grimm’s Fairy Tales in its original language.
Jongin is twelve years old when he discovers he likes boys.
Jongin is seventeen when he gets his first boyfriend.
Jongin is also seventeen when he gets his second, third, fourth, fifth, and so forth.
It isn’t until Jongin is twenty when he finally meets his Prince Charming.
His name is actually Kim Joonmyun, but Jongin likes to refer to him by his nickname whenever his boyfriend isn’t within earshot. Joonmyun is everything Jongin could ever ask for and more. He’s kind, chivalrous, caring, intelligent, dorky, and it doesn’t hurt that he’s handsome as fuck.
After graduating from university, they moved in together into a small apartment in the heart of the city. Even though they lived together, the two rarely got to see each other because the elder got accepted into a prestigious law school where he’d spend the next few years. So while Joonmyun was busy with schoolwork, Jongin found a better job that preoccupied himself a little more.
All of Joonmyun’s hard work paid off in the end once he got a job offer from one of the city’s top law firms. Although, this further caused the couple to see each other less, they persevered and stayed together. Once Joonmyun felt like their lives were on stable ground, he finally proposed to Jongin on their seventh anniversary. The proposal wasn’t anything too crazy or fancy, but it was enough for Jongin because now he was going to marry his prince. Their wedding ceremony and reception would make up for the lack of sparkle in the proposal.
Their wedding ceremony and reception didn’t make up for the lack of sparkle in the proposal. Despite Jongin’s insistence that Joonmyun looked better in a white tuxedo, his fiancé decided he’d be donning a black one instead since the color palette they’d be using consisted of blacks, greys, and reds and Joonmyun believed it brought on a more formal flair. The elder let Jongin pick out everything else from the kind of table cloth to the actual venue for their wedding. Jongin was thrilled, but annoyed at the same time because the lively garden he chose wouldn’t go well with the dead reception space. Despite his disappointment and frustration, he kept telling himself that all this planning was a minor setback compared to the amazing life he’d have as Joonmyun’s husband. So what if Jongin wasn’t going to have his fairy tale wedding? At least he got his fairy tale prince.
A couple of Jongin’s good friends planned to fly out two weeks before the wedding to help out with any last minute preparations and some to meet his husband-to-be for the very first time, his best friend Baekhyun to be exact.
They had met back in elementary school on a yard bench where they were both sentenced to stay for the remainder of recess because Jongin refused to share the basketball and Baekhyun told a kid to fuck off. It was friendship at first sight, no one could get between the two of them. At one point in high school, people even started to believe they were dating. Once it was time to go off to university, Baekhyun had chosen to study abroad in China while Jongin stayed back in Korea. Saying goodbye was terribly hard, but it never felt like it happened since they messaged each other almost everyday afterwards.
Baekhyun met a young man, Zitao, overseas a couple months before he was set to go back home. Zitao ended up being the reason why Baekhyun stayed a little longer than planned, three years longer. Jongin had the pleasure of hearing his friend gush on and on about the man.
No one likes to wake up before the break of dawn, yet that’s exactly what Jongin had to do in order to pick up Baekhyun from the airport. He would have liked to take Joonmyun with him, but god knows how unpredictable his friend can be. It’s safer to lay a couple ground rules down first before anyone gets embarrassed, namely Jongin.
Thankfully their flight wasn’t delayed nor the weather turned bad, so it lands right on schedule. Jongin waits for the pair patiently with a sign that reads Byun & Huang with little hearts on the corners. His face lights up when he spots Baekhyun and ditches the sign in favor of running up to his best friend. Baekhyun meets him halfway and they embrace, leaving Zitao to waddle behind with the couple’s luggage in tow.
During the ride home, Jongin familiarizes himself with Zitao, catches up on things with Baekhyun, and runs down on a few rules his friend should abide by. Baekhyun waves off the rules and starts babbling about the story of how he met Zitao as if Jongin hasn’t already heard it a thousand times already. He humors his friend anyway and asks questions during any deliberate pauses. Every now and then, Zitao interjects with his side of things and flicks Baekhyun on the forehead for exaggerating some of the finer details. As arduous as it was for him to get out of bed that morning, Jongin thinks the effort was well worth it now.
The lights are off inside of the apartment when they arrive, so everyone quietly makes their way over to the guest room - or, at least, they tried to. Zitao manages to bang his suitcase against the coffee table and the force is enough to knock over a vase of flowers sent over by Jongin’s parents as an apology for not being able to make it to their son’s wedding. The glass doesn’t shatter, but the water pouring out makes a big splash against the wooden floors. Jongin curses under his breath as he tries to reassure Zitao that it’s no big deal and stop Baekhyun’s cackling. It isn’t a surprise that Joonmyun startles awake thanks to the sudden commotion and comes out to see if everything’s okay while rubbing the sleep away from his eyes.
“What’s all the ruck -”
“Why, hello there! I’m Byun Baekhyun, but you can just call me Baek since I can already tell that we’ll be really good friends,” Baekhyun spits out rapidly as he dashes over to Joonmyun and grabs his hand for a bone-crushing handshake.
“Ah! So you’re Jongin’s prince,” Zitao exclaims and joins Baekhyun, shaking Joonmyun’s free hand.
“His what?” Joonmyun is absolutely perplexed. He has just woken up, and two random men are shaking his hand with fervor and what’s this about a prince?
Jongin panics because he never plans on Joonmyun finding out about the silly nickname and quickly jumps in before Zitao can reiterate. “Minced… he wanted to say minced meat.”
It is a rather lame cover up and everyone looks at Jongin with raised brows, except for Baekhyun; he’s snickering.
“Oh. Well that’s quite odd, “ Joonmyun mutters, still trying to get a grasp on the situation. “And who are these people again?”
“Baekhyun and Zitao. They were just about to get themselves comfortable in the guest room and their paws off of you,” Jongin steps in to detach the pair from his fiancé and shoos them away towards the general direction of their room.
Zitao has to drag a grumbling Baekhyun away along with their things and Jongin smiles thankfully. He can’t believe that within five minutes of letting his best friend inside his home, the other embarrassed him already and that was against one of the rules Jongin set!
“I’m so sorry about that. I should have put a muzzle on him and threw him in a cage,” Jongin apologizes as he absentmindedly tries to fix Joonmyun’s bed hair.
A frown forms on Joonmyun’s face,“I should be the apologetic one. I allowed our guests for the next two weeks to see me so disheveled.”
“Trust me, Baekhyun has woken up to worse,” Jongin quips.
Baekhyun doesn’t take long to get himself comfortable in the Kim residence, already leaving various articles of clothing around the apartment and placing his feet on the coffee table every time he sits down to watch television or eat. Jongin can’t say a single thing about it because his friend always mentions the stupid nickname and everything it entails whenever they’re alone together. It drives him crazy, but all he can do is sit back and watch Baekhyun do as he pleases. The only saving grace is Zitao. He’s really pleasant company and always helps around whenever he can. It’s a wonder how Baekhyun snagged such a wonderful man off the market.
One day when they’re eating dinner at home together, Jongin almost bursts a blood vessel and loses it.
“Hey Tao, I was wondering what you meant when you said minced meat the day you arrived. Is that some sort of slang term in your mother tongue?” Joonmyun asks. It’s a shame that he hasn’t forgotten about that little fiasco.
Before Zitao can answer, Jongin thrusts parmesan cheese packets in front of his face. “Your pizza looks like it’s lacking some cheese. Here, have some.” He wants to avoid having to come up with another lame cover up for whatever Zitao planned on saying. His guest seems to forget about replying and happily tears open one of the packets, sprinkling a healthy amount of cheese onto his slice of pizza. When Jongin catches Baekhyun ready to speak up for his boyfriend, he simply tosses a cheese packet at his friend’s face.
Dinner goes by without another hitch, that is if you ignore the discussion on The British Royal Family (instigated by Baekhyun), comments about the practicality of a horse versus a car (instigated by Baekhyun again), and stupid sword sheathing puns (from yours truly). Later on when Jongin is taking the garbage downstairs with Baekhyun tagging along, he nearly knocks his friend over the handrailing twice with the bag.
Things slowly become tolerable as the special day draws near. Baekhyun isn’t such a big slob anymore, but he’s concerned about how stressed Jongin has been as of late, so he fixes together a little outing for them and some of Jongin’s other friends. If he didn’t have lazy tendencies and a big mouth, everyone would think Baekhyun was the greatest friend ever.
Everyone meets at the cafe down the street. Luhan arrives first, followed behind by Sehun and Yixing. Baekhyun and Jongin come late because arriving fashionably late makes us look good. That’s far from their case because the group waits for half an hour for them, but all is forgiven once all the food and drinks are on Jongin. As they wait for their orders to come, Yixing makes sure Jongin is comfortable, Luhan asks him how he’s been doing, and Sehun and Baekhyun sport shit-eating grins.
“Is he going to knight you with his dick on your honeymoon?” they both shout out at the same time and that’s when their food arrives. Jongin can’t decide who’s more red in the face, their waiter or himself. Today was supposed to be a wind-down day. So much for that.
It’s the day of the wedding, and Jongin is more nervous than excited. He is afraid that he’ll trip on his way down the aisle, making an utter fool of himself. He can’t stop thinking about how the cake will be a boring red velvet instead of German chocolate one. He keeps checking his reflection in the mirror to make sure he looks fine even though he still is in his pajamas, in his hotel room. It’s the day Jongin nearly goes insane.
Joonmyun and Jongin are far from the typical couple, but they had decided to follow wedding day tradition and wouldn’t be seeing each other until the ceremony. Jongin regrets this decision because he needs his fiancé there to reassure him that everything will be okay. Baekhyun is the exact opposite of what Jongin wants, yet there stands his dear friend yapping away about how lovely the weather is and how he can’t wait to get into Zitao’s pants that night because he looks so fuckable in a suit.
Jongin sits at the edge of the bed with his elbows propped on his legs, face buried in his hands as he waits for salvation to come. It does, in the form of a knock on the door. He eagerly gets up to see who his savior is, not caring who is out there in the hall because even a murderer is more welcome in his room than Baekhyun.
“Yixing! Luhan! Oh god, I’m so glad to see you guys,” Jongin cries out upon opening up the door, his arms enveloping the pair in a hug. “Come in, please. Save me from this hell.”
All three of them walk over to the bed where Baekhyun is still yapping away to an invisible audience.
Planning a wedding is a piece of cake compared to the hecticness that ensues when Jongin and his wedding party rush to get ready for the big day. Everyone is pulling on their suits faster than a one-night-stand would the morning after with their clothes. The eyeliner supply depletes quickly once Baekhyun gets his hands on it. Sehun manages to get a stain on his white dress shirt despite only sitting on the bed as he texts fervently to god knows who. Every little thing that goes wrong causes Jongin to move closer to the brink of insanity. Thankfully Yixing is there to calm him down and move everyone along.
The nerves that frazzled Jongin early on in the morning make a comeback once he reaches the main floor of the hotel. In less than fifteen minutes, he’ll be married to the love of his life and everyone he cares about will be there to witness it.
He doesn’t want to wrinkle his jacket, but he can’t find it in himself to walk over the gardens without leaning heavily against Baekhyun who will be escorting him down the aisle in the stead of Jongin’s father.
“You’ll be fine. Even if you somehow walk into the open door in front of everyone, Joon will still want to marry you,” Baekhyun says.
“How helpful. I feel so much better now. Thank you,” Jongin grumbles, though he knows his friend’s words are true. Joonmyun would still marry him even if Jongin wet his pants! Hopefully that isn’t the case.
Jongin had decided on getting married at an upscale hotel downtown because the gardens in the back host an array of vibrant greenery that’s neatly kempt all year round along with beautifully carved marble statues of mythical creatures placed all around. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think he was transported to another country.
Everyone turns their heads towards the doors when the quartet in the front begins to play and their faces of awe are nothing compared to Jongin’s when he notices that Joonmyun is sporting the white tuxedo he was talking about months ago. His fiancé looks more handsome than ever with his hair gelled back and pants hugging the curve of his ass perfectly. Jongin swore that he wasn’t going to cry because his make up would get ruined and most importantly, the wedding photos. They hired a professional photographer and the last thing Jongin wants is to waste money on terrible pictures of himself standing next to Korea’s Next Top Model.
Tears are shed anyway and Jongin tries his best to ignore them as he walks down the aisle slowly with Baekhyun by his side. He is glad to have his best friend right there to restrain him from running the rest of the way and making out with Joonmyun on the spot. All eyes are on him, but the only one’s that truly matter are his soon-to-be husband’s. Joonmyun smiles adoringly at Jongin, his fingers twitching slightly at his side as if wanting to just reach out for the younger. Jongin is glad to know that Joonmyun is just as eager as him.
The music stops and silence falls once Jongin reaches the front. Joonmyun looks even more amazing from this viewpoint and Jongin has just almost had enough of the formalities. Who needs a grand wedding with a bunch of guests to witness the joining of their lives? It’s all for show, anyway. Instead of throwing a ton of money down the toilet just to see dressed-up people crying while eating a steak and making a fool of themselves later on the dance floor, Jongin and Joonmyun could have settled for a quick civil ceremony in the courts. Okay, Jongin just really wants to be able to call his fiancé his husband and consummate the marriage.
Most of what the pastor says flies over Jongin’s head because he can’t bother to focus on anyone else but Joonmyun which helps make everything go by much faster. He only tunes back in once it’s time to exchange vows and say the I do’s.
“Do you, Kim Joonmyun, take Kim Jongin to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do.”
“And do you, Kim Jongin, take Kim Joonmyun to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do, I do!”
The pastor is in the middle of announcing them as husbands when Jongin reaches over and pulls Joonmyun in by the lapels, pressing their lips together for the long overdue kiss. Their audience goes wild and the pastor awkwardly finishes up with some last words.
Once the ceremony has officially come to an end, guests are ushered inside one of the hotel’s event rooms for cocktails while the wedding party stays behind to take pictures. In between frames, Jongin pesters Joonmyun about his change of heart over the tuxedo and his husband has nothing to say but a simple don’t worry about it.
Jongin isn’t too excited to see how their reception turned out to be because of the drab color pallette he begrudgingly agreed to. He gives Joonmyun’s hand a gentle squeeze before they walk inside and his jaw drops at the sight in front of him. It’s nothing Jongin had expected all these months.
Swaths of white fabric drape along the ceiling. Soft yellow uplighting line the walls. The centerpieces on every table consist of a cylindrical vase with a single red rose submerged underwater. All the chairs have golden backings with intricate floral detailings etched in as if the gods crafted them themselves. There is even an ice sculpture of a heart with Joonmyun’s and Jongin’s initials carved into it by the wedding cake. This is everything Jongin has dreamed of and more, but it baffles him as to what happened to their original ideas from months ago. When he asks Joonmyun about it, his husband simply replies again with don’t worry about it. There’s no time to question the unsatisfactory answer because there’s a wedding to celebrate!
Food is consumed and alcohol guzzled down. People come up to them to convey their happiness and well wishes for their future. Music booms through the speakers. The dance floor is packed with drunks and others that are well on their way. Baekhyun is making due with his promise from earlier on with the way he excessively gropes Zitao.
After the cake is cut, which surprisingly turned out to be German chocolate, Joonmyun is nowhere to be found. It’s easy to lose someone with the crowd size in the room, but Jongin could easily spot his husband in a sea of people. He is visibly upset that Joonmyun has abandoned him, but tells himself that the other must have gone off for a quick bathroom break. Too much excitement can weaken the bladder. Jongin returns to their newlywed table where he’ll wait for Joonmyun. The waiting is cut short when he spots an envelope tucked into the folds of his cloth napkin. A key card along with simple instructions sit inside.
Meet me upstairs.
Love, Joonmyun
Jongin’s heart beats a little faster at the note and he scans the room to see if anyone is watching him. Millions of thoughts run through his mind as he tries to figure out what Joonmyun has in store for him. Maybe there will be a trail of rose petals leading up to a bubble bath waiting for him, or something just as romantic to cap off the night. Whatever the surprise is, Jongin can’t wait to find out. He can’t just make a swift getaway with his guests still partying like the world is about to end, so he mingles around for their sake even though his husband had ditched long ago.
It takes Jongin over fifteen minutes to finally escape through the front doors after figuring out an excuse about forgetting something in his room. Why didn’t he think of that sooner? That doesn’t matter because now he’s riding the elevator up to the floor indicated on the key card. He’s thankful for the occasional stop for other guests to get on or off their respective floors, giving him time to collect his thoughts.
Sliding in the key card is more nerve wracking than Jongin would have liked, and it’s all for naught once the door swings open. The lights are off and the sound of running water can’t be heard. He is disappointed to say the least. It’s his fault, he reasons, to assume that Joonmyun would set up another surprise for him. After all, they spent the last few months planning an entire wedding. That is no easy feat for anyone to accomplish.
He doesn’t return to the party downstairs because his disappointment will be easily read on his face, so he lets his suit jacket slide off his shoulders and onto the floor. His tie, belt, socks, and shoes soon join the pile. All he wants right now is for Joonmyun to join him in their room, to enjoy the last few moments of their special day together, alone. He takes out his phone and texts his husband to figure out his whereabouts as he heads over to what looks like the bedroom.
The door is closed which is quite peculiar, but Jongin doesn’t think twice about it as he opens it up. The lamp on the nightstand is on and it casts more than enough light to reveal Joonmyun lying on the bed with almost nothing on except for a plastic crown and boxers. Jongin doesn’t know what to say or do, his mind wracking for some sort of response. All the negativity he felt before walking in there disappears as fast as it had come and it is replaced by confusion with a side of arousal.
“What took you so long?” Joonmyun simply asks, breaking the silence.
So this is the surprise.
“I… um… wow,” It’s all that Jongin can utter.
Joonmyun sighs. “Take off all your clothes.”
Jongin does as he’s told without question and strips himself of the remainder of his clothes because an authoritative Joonmyun is really endearing. Despite the chill of the night, he’s easily warmed up by his husband’s burning gaze. With a crook of Joonmyun’s finger, Jongin scurries over to the bed and climbs in next to his husband.
The next thing Jongin knows, Joonmyun grabs him by the hair and directs his face over to his crotch. “Suck me off.”
This sudden command catches Jongin off guard not because he’s against giving into Joonmyun’s wishes, but that he’s used to a little kissing first with hands wandering here and there. He follows through anyway and removes Joonmyun’s boxers, tentatively taking the tip into his mouth. Joonmyun doesn’t seem like he wants to take things slow though when his grasp on Jongin’s hair tightens and thrusts into the wet warmth. Tears are brimming when the head hits the back of Jongin’s throat, but he simply closes his eyes and takes a deep breath through his nose to relax himself before taking more of Joonmyun in his mouth. The glide down isn’t as uncomfortable anymore and kind of pleasurable because Joonmyun is letting out all sorts of appreciative groans. Jongin is most satisfied when Joonmyun is.
Before things go overboard, Joonmyun yanks Jongin away from his now leaking cock.
“Get on all fours. Now,”
There is no need to tell Jongin twice as he climbs off of Joonmyun and settles onto his hands and knees, making sure his ass is in full view for his husband. Joonmyun makes quick work of prepping Jongin up, warming the lubricant up and working his husband open with one, two, and then finally three fingers. Jongin is already keening even though he hasn’t been touched and it’s not Joonmyun’s cock filling him up.
“Fuck, Joon. Get on with it already,” he cries out because the sudden switch in gears confuses him. At first Joonmyun was ready to shoot his load down Jongin’s throat and now he wants a peaceful walk in the park.
The only reply he gets is a spank which leaves a stinging feeling and a faint pink handprint. It shuts Jongin up and places him under Joonmyun’s mercy. After the initial whimpers of protest, Jongin focuses on how good his husband makes him feel and even begs for a fourth finger when it seems like they’ll be taking things painstakingly slow. There’s no need for it though when Joonmyun draws out and slicks himself up. Jongin presses his ass back to encourage Joonmyun to hurry up and for the first time that night, he complies to Jongin’s wishes. It always feels so gratifying whenever Joonmyun fills him up completely, and today is no exception.
They wrap themselves up with the blankets afterwards. Jongin hums to himself as he plays with Joonmyun’s fingers, wondering if he should ask about why everything they planned for their wedding turned out to be completely different. Minutes pass before he musters up the courage to and Joonmyun laughs softly. His husband goes on to explain that Zitao brought up the whole prince thing by accident when they were alone together, and since there was no one to stop him that time, he indulged Joonmyun on it. It was pretty pricey to change everything last minute, but it was definitely worth it seeing how overjoyed Jongin was today.
Joonmyun removes the plastic crown from his head and places it atop of Jongin’s, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “And now you’re my prince.”