Pulsatilla | Chapter 20/23
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A n n e a u
He felt annoyed when he awoke. The previous night had been rough-not just physically, but emotionally as well. He had condoned Jaejoong’s strange behaviour as he went to sleep, leaving him unaccompanied in the nearby shower. He felt a flood of guilt submerge him, not only for not knowing, but also for not bothering to even care. His eyes had drooped before him, allowing exhaustion to fill his lean body, removing all thoughts of Jaejoong and in return, giving him only the pillows and blankets to think about. He condemned himself for this, for he knew Jaejoong was far more important than a warm batch of pillows and the thought of falling into a deep slumber. But then again-he had no idea what his love for Jaejoong really revolved around.
Was it the fact that Jaejoong had Seulki’s every feature-Seulki’s every quality? No, that mustn’t be it, because that way, he wouldn’t have gone through all the trouble of rescuing Jaejoong from all the misfortunes that seemed to repeat themselves. In fact, if Jaejoong replicated Seulki on every aspect, Yunho wouldn’t have taken him back. Seulki was irreplaceable, so naturally, the only one capable of being Seulki was Seulki.
Then again, Jaejoong was irreplaceable as well. In all of his life, Yunho had never thought once about falling in love with a partner of the same sex. Surely he had messed around a few times in college, but never had he achieved the profusion and intensity of the love Jaejoong offered him. Loving Jaejoong was not at all “messing around,” in fact, he found his love for Jaejoong even stronger than perhaps his love for Seulki. Why? He thought that perhaps lovers of the same sex could understand each other on a better level-learn to feel each other better. He had bathed himself in Jaejoong’s splendour, despite the fact that society, along with God, would look down up them in dismay.
He tried searching for Jaejoong’s body on the mattress-along with a lovely “good morning” to match it. He opened his eyes, feeling strangely worried (if only for a fraction of a second).
“Jaejoong?” He asked, his breath evaporating into the thin autumn air. Losing his entire mind for an instant, he panicked, wondering if Jaejoong had indeed left him.
Without even thinking twice before making decisions, Yunho asked himself question after question, all of which referred to the one man who had the potential to knock all sanity out him. Where is Jaejoong? Who is Jaejoong with? What if Jaejoong is hurt? Yes, it was all about Jaejoong. The innocent, endearing boy had somehow taken over the soulless business man’s life.
Finally, after actually thinking-and it was not the pathetic thinking Yunho usually did ninety percent of the time-he finally overheard the noise of the vacuum cleaner outside the bedroom. Oh right, Jaejoong is vacuuming the living room; nothing happened. Relax Yunho, relax.
Realizing the truth, a relieved smile finally came through, alleviating him of all the troubles he had created for himself this morning. The answer was no: perhaps he shouldn’t worry so much after all.
Pulling a t-shirt over his toned body, Yunho left his bed and walked into the living room with his boxers. Yunho knew he could feel comfortable appearing before Jaejoong in any way--be it in his boxers or in his evening suits. It didn’t matter if his hair was in absolute disorder, or, if he hadn’t shaved for days. Almost taking on the qualities of a young, naive husband, Yunho understood that he would always feel beautiful in Jaejoong’s presence, no grooming needed.
The thought brought him back to the time when he was in high school and college. He was usually disinclined to approach the females in his class who were 'ladylike'-one, because he felt that guy like him would never be happy enough with a typical woman by his side. Two, because he really had no connection whatsoever with the types of females who acted as if they had no flaws whatsoever. Finally, upon meeting Seulki and then Jaejoong, he felt that an invisible hand had opened his eyes. Seulki was impulsive, and so was Jaejoong. Their leadership qualities and burning interest in him had clearly boosted his ego up into the clouds.
He shook his head, exasperated by how high his ego had risen the past few years. He tried to remember the innocent boy he once was-the innocent boy who had no intention of doing anything but yielding to everyone’s requests and desires. He couldn’t find a single trace of him left.
In Jaejoong however, he felt that the innocent boy he once was had been reborn.
“Good morning.” Yunho greeted his lover as he turned off the vacuum cleaner, finished with his morning cleaning.
“Good morning yourself.” Jaejoong replied in the same tone. “I wanted to wake you up for work, but I supposed you needed the rest.”
“Forget about work.” He replied flatly. “How about this, Jaejoong? I take the day off and we spend the entire day at home?”
Jaejoong gave Yunho a wry look. “Don’t be lazy Yunho.” He lectured. “You haven’t gone to work in weeks. Yesterday was your first day back at work, and you’re already exhausted, after one day?”
“I’m not exhausted.” Yunho replied.
“Then why are you insisting on staying home?”
Yunho had no intent on telling Jaejoong the truth behind his actions: that he wanted to accompany him through the entire day to keep an eye on him. He usually wasn’t one to worry over small things such as the dangers of staying home alone, but recently, a tiny voice in his head had been telling him to be extra careful, to approachevery single situation despite how trivial it may be. He didn’t know what had coerced the little voice into saying what it had said, but he did know that after the whole experimenting process, Jaejoong seemed a thousand times more fragile-not that he didn’t seem fragile before.
“I want to spend time with you.” Yunho insisted straightforwardly, knowing that there was no point in beating around the bush any longer.
Jaejoong frowned suspiciously at the response. “Haven’t you spent enough time with me the last few weeks?”
“I have.” He nodded reluctantly. “But there was a huge wall between us. Couldn’t you feel it?”
Jaejoong giggled at Yunho’s sudden realization. “And you think that since we broke down that wall last night by mercilessly having sex with each other, that you would be able to have me whichever way you want me?” He scoffed. “Really, Yunho.”
The taller man frowned in response. “Why the hell are you being so cynical?”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Because that’s just the way I am. You created me, remember?”
Jaejoong halted at the end of the sentence, wondering if that was indeed the truth. A part of him said yes, he had certainly obtained this quality from Seulki. Another said no, he had only become cynical after going through this ordeal.
“Look Jaejoong, I don’t care if you’re cynical or not.” Yunho declared. "Won’t you just shut up and let me ask you this question?”
Jaejoong’s corresponding face was as blank as a white sheet of paper. “Ask away.”
“Will you just let me stay with you this morning?”
Taking away all the other add-ons, complications, and ornaments and just leaving Jaejoong with one undemanding question to answer made things seem a lot less painless. Perhaps that was the key to a stable relationship-to remove all complications and focus solely on the one thing that still kept them together: love.
“I never said no, Yunho.” Jaejoong answered bleakly, really having no idea how to push Yunho away, when in the end, he was the only man he’d ever bothered to look twice at-to truly want. He had attempted to push him away multiple amounts of times in the past, but the attempts usually ended up in vain and most likely made things worse. So, what was the point of it all in the end? Today was October 17th, his last full day on earth. Why not hold your love in as tightly as you can, experiencing his every touch upon you before you finally vanish the next day?
“I know you’ve never told me the word ‘no.’ I just want to hear you say ‘yes’” Yunho foiled by Jaejoong’ blatant acknowledgement, and how utterly frustrating sometimes it was to love and live with him. But alas, the frustration made Yunho desire Jaejoong all the more, to want to captivate him even more, and to keep him under control even more-even though at times, it seemed impossible to do so.
For the first time this morning, Jaejoong’s eyes opened up widely, so widely that they reflected the sunlight off his vibrant pupils. With those eyes, a weak smile surfaced, telling Yunho that maybe his aspiration and love for him was still there.
“Yes, you may stay here.” He answered, finally, after what seemed like hours of hesitation. “But before you jump around in glee, why don’t you put on some clothes for a change? You’re going to catch a cold, walking around like that in the middle of October.” Jaejoong pointed at Yunho’s boxers rudely, trying to hold back a laugh.
“Ah yes, seems like the ‘old Jaejoong’ is back.” Yunho announced. “My freedom’s has been completely appropriated!”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes petulantly. “Shut up and get dressed.”
Not feeling a bit perturbed by Jaejoong’s orders, Yunho followed his commands and headed off into the bedroom with the widest grin stamped on his usually-serious face. He didn’t mind it-being ordered around by Jaejoong. Surely the commands from his boss and the higher-ups at the company were a pain in the ass to follow, but having a commanding figure come in the face and body of someone so beautiful and so kind-hearted; well, that was a completely different story.
“Wait! Yunho!” Stopping in his tracks, Yunho turned around to face his lover to see what kind of problem had arisen.
“I was curious about this…” Jaejoong held out his palm as Yunho retraced his steps. "I found this under the sofa as I was vacuuming this morning.”
As Yunho gradually approached Jaejoong, he could identify the small, shiny object in his palm clearer and clearer. At first, he had thought his eyes had deceived him, for he hadn’t seen such a rare object for several months. But after his eyes finally adjusted, tuning his mind into the same tone Jaejoong followed, he was able to discern the object that lay in Jaejoong’s hand, the object that engraved his love for Seulki into stone.
He could still clearly remember the day Seulki had thrown it away-yanked it off her fingers, if he was to be more descriptive. The sight of the object penetrated him, rendering him unable to think for a few moments. One part of his mind said that the object looked so right, being in Jaejoong’s palms. Another told him no, this didn’t belong to Jaejoong at all, and therefore he should not be holding it. But then again, what does it matter in the end? Jaejoong had once told him that he was an doll the world had created, following each and every rule diligently, denying his love for everything that went against the rules. Jaejoong had accused him of being uncreative once, just before he rushed out onto the streets, flying into the arms of the government officials, breaking off from the love they had worked so hard to achieve.
“This is Seulki’s wedding ring…” Yunho trailed off, the syllables of his wife’s name feeling a bit strange on the tongue that now familiarized itself with Jaejoong’s. “She gave it back to me when she-left.”
Hearing the distressed tone in Yunho’s voice, Jaejoong was a bit disenchanted that he had brought up the subject in the first place. The last word which strolled off Yunho’s lips: left… Why did the word sound so cold? Not only cold, but rather, familiar?
“She just up and left?” Jaejoong wanted to blame himself for saying such brazen, open word. “Then again… Yunho, you never told me how Seulki died." He understood that the words were perfectly capable of doing damage to Yunho’s heart. If he were to ignore that however, and just focus on the relationship between the two of them (a relationship that now showed no signs of hesitation or uncertainty), he knew it was right of him to ask such an audacious question.
“Her situation was… similar to yours.”
Discovering how difficult it was for Yunho to pronounce even a few words, Jaejoong’s heart sank, advising him to drop the matter altogether. Instead of falling to his fears, Jaejoong chose to dig up an emotion that had hidden itself deeply inside him: bravery, and stood his ground, knowing that he needed to acquire such information before tomorrow, when he would disappear forever.
Deciding to help Yunho out, Jaejoong immediately held the man’s large hand, giving him a bit of warmth despite the fact that he was running out of it by each passing moment.
the money or the status in this disgusting world, but I overlooked her frustration and loneliness. Even that night, on our anniversary, when she pleaded me to spend even a single hour with her, I denied her, throwing her away for work.” He sighed, stopping, unsure of whether he wanted to go on or not. “The next moment, she was out the door, tossing her ring on the living room floor before she left… when I finally found the strength to follow her out into the rain, I coincidentally caught the sight of her, being hit by a hostile-looking storage truck.
“You can tell me everything.” Jaejoong muttered poignantly. “Because such a thing will never happen again.” What he had said was a lie; nevertheless, he knew that in Yunho’s mind, he would always be alive-gone, perhaps-but still, alive.
“We were fighting one night, just as you and I were.” Yunho began-diffidently. “It was our anniversary, and she was complaining about the fact that I had not a single moment to spend with her. Back then, I had dedicated myself to the company solely, taking her love-and her kindness-for granted. I didn’t know what I was blinded by,
“Even though it seemed like the right thing to do, I could not blame the storage truck one bit for her death, for I understood perfectly why she had died. I was the one who had killed her, Jaejoong. Be it my angry words or my hateful behaviour… everything was my fault. Even now, the scene still haunts every move I make.”
Feeling his heart either beat violently or shatter away into millions pieces (he didn’t decide on it, for it was far too difficult to categorize), Jaejoong tightened his grasp on Yunho’s hand, wondering for a moment whether he should tell Yunho the truth of his expiration or not. The death was so alike to that day, when their love became fragile, nearly breaking apart-that day when he ran out into the streets because of their silly argument. Everything single thing was so similar.
“I-I had no idea…” He remembered the dream he had a few months ago, and wondered if it was indeed the experience Seulki had gone through. “And here I was thinking that I was the one suffering.” Jaejoong exhaled heavily, feeling ridiculous. “I’m so sorry Yunho…”
Not being able to take it any longer, Yunho brought Jaejoong into his arms by the grasp they shared, pulling him into what seemed like an ageless embrace. “You’ve been through as much as I have.” Yunho corrected.
Feeling the caress of Jaejoong’s skin against his made him realize how utterly brittle and weak he had become. If Yunho was to honest with himself, he would say that Jaejoong had felt even more fragile to the touch than he had been last night. Not knowing whether he was right not, Yunho chose to ignore the thought once again, understand that the only thing he would be able to do for him was to stay by his side, smiling for him, protecting him.
Jaejoong lifted Yunho’s hand up in his, bringing it up to his view. “How come you never wear your ring anymore, huh?” Feeling a bit too comfortable in Yunho’s arms, Jaejoong forgot the pain almost immediately.
“I tried wearing it after her death.” Yunho confessed reluctantly.” But every time I caught a glimpse of my hand, that scene repeated itself inside my head.”
The two sighed in unison, either sympathizing for one another or for themselves-it was hard to tell. The pain shared was large, far too large to express in words. Putting together the pain however, enervated the large amount of pain, if only a little.
Suddenly feeling a light bulb ignite in his mind, Yunho broke off from his embrace with Jaejoong, not minding whether Jaejoong still wanted to continue or not. “Wait here.” He indicated, putting his palms on Jaejoong’s thin but wide shoulders. “I’ve got an idea.”
Leaving his lover alone in the living room, Yunho rushed straight back into his bedroom, driven by the dusty light bulb that had finally lighted up after what seemed like centuries of remaining dormant. Seeing the fire in Jaejoong’s eyes, the luminous ring in his hands, and the visible love they shared emerge from him, Yunho was spontaneously brought into a state of excitement he had not felt since the day he had married Seulki in that memorable wedding chapel. Now that there was someone new in his life-someone who had the power to cure the disease ravishing his heart-he knew without a doubt that marrying that person was the right thing to do.
As Yunho arrived back into his bedroom, he rushed straight to one of his dusty clothing drawers, knowing that was where he had hidden his ring after Seulki’s death. Digging through the piles of old clothing, Yunho was relieved to finally stumble upon a cold, vibrant object at the bottom of the pile, shining so brightly that it almost pained his eyes. It was as if the ring was calling out to him, trying to tell him something. The sight told him that the ability to love still remained inside him-that it didn’t completely disappear after Seulki passed away.
Putting the ring aside, trying to ignore the scenes of his wedding that could almost be seen through the diamonds, Yunho set his sights on the nearby closet, knowing fully well that he could not get married in a shoddy t-shirt and a pair of boxers. He pulled out a dark suit-the one he had used for his previous wedding-found a suitable bowtie, and picked out a pair of dress shoes, hoping that he would closely resemble the young, handsome groom he once was that day he married Seulki. He wanted Jaejoong to see him like this; in fact, Jaejoong deserved to see him like this.
After changing into the suit and running five fingers roughly through his hair, Yunho wondered whether or not Seulki’s wedding dress was still stationed within the drawer she had once used to store her belongings. Such a drawer resembled a Pandora’s box to Yunho, since Seulki had left all of her apparel there-untouched. After she passed away, Yunho could not find the strength-or the courage-to reopen the drawer. Every single content of the drawer contained Seulki’s scent, Seulki’s touch, and Seulki’s presence, which continued to taunt him even months after her death. Seulki’s folks had once revisited the penthouse to take away some of Seulki’s valuables (he didn’t understand if they wanted them because they were valuable, or, because they still held her memories within them), leaving only a single drawer behind, containing only her wedding dress, some scarves, and other various clothing. A Pandora’s Box it was.
Trying his best to be as brave as he possibly could, Yunho unlocked the drawer he had idiotically placed a lock on, hoping that it wouldn’t murder him with the sentimentality. The keys in his hand seemed to weight a ton, and his heart, along with his fingers, both seemed frozen as they turned the lock, hinge by hinge.
As his eyes finally laid themselves upon the contents, he was surprised to find that there was no physical pain whatsoever that had arisen within him. I’m not opening this drawer so I can cry, Yunho tried telling himself. I’m opening this drawer because I love Jaejoong.
Ignoring all of the other contents, Yunho pulled out a the large, opulent wedding dress which seemed to cost a fortune back then, back into the limelight, knowing without a doubt that it would look perfect on Jaejoong.
Unable to stand still, Yunho left the drawer completely open and rushed out the door back into the living room with the wedding dress and the ring he sought in hand. Seeing Yunho, with his eager expression mixed in perfectly with the tuxedo on his sculpted body and the wedding dress and ring in his hands, rush out of the dark bedroom, Jaejoong’s jaw nearly dropped to the ground, frightened but exhilarated by the thought of marriage.
“Change into this,” were Yunho’s direct words as soon as he reunited with his lover. “We’re getting married today, Jaejoong!”
The boy lifted an eyebrow in response, curious about how he could possibly look beautiful in a woman’s wedding dress. “Um, yeah… and who’s going to stand between us to read the bible? Along with that, we don’t even have any guests or witnesses!” He shook his head wearily. “You haven’t even got this planned out correctly, Yunho!”
“Oh, Jaejoong-ah… you watch too many movies.” And with those words Yunho put an arm casually around Jaejoong’s slender waist. “It’s not going to be an official wedding, but I’ll make sure it feels like one.” He guaranteed, winking mischievously. “Now go change into that wedding dress!”
“Aish, Yunho… why can’t I just wear a tux like you?”
“Because you’ll look all the more beautiful in a wedding dress!” He emphasized the word ‘beautiful’ so much that it nearly Jaejoong nearly died laughing. “Besides, I get to wear the tux because I’m the top.”
“Fuck you, Yunho.” And without a choice, Jaejoong took the ivory-white wedding dress in his arms and pivoted his feet in the direction of the bathroom in hopes of not having to deal with the irritating situation any longer.
“Love you too, Jae!” Yunho gave a friendly but bantering pat on Jaejoong’s behind, not being able to stand still knowing that in mere moments, the two of them would be unlawfully but happily married.
Sitting on the nearby sofa, Yunho began to watch the thin hands more about on the living room clock. He knew perfectly well that Jaejoong wouldn’t look entirely presentable-or rather, correct-in Seulki’s wedding dress, but he understood that Jaejoong had every capability of looking beautiful. He tried to close his eyes (not trying to fall asleep, but trying to dream), attempting to time-travel back to the day of his wedding. He tried to remember the pastel-coloured flowers, the romantic wedding chapel, the familiar faces, and most of all, the bride.
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He could hear the temperate melody of a nearby quartet of string instruments, blended in flawlessly with the stable rhythm of the grand piano. Trying his best not to act out of place due to pure excitement, Yunho tried to contain himself as he saw Seulki walking down the aisle, her elegant features hidden slyly behind the white veil and her slender arm wrapped around her elderly father’s. At that moment, Yunho tried his best not to blink, but was proven unsuccessful when his eyes nearly dried out from looking at his future wife so intently.
Ironically, he didn’t necessarily know the exact thoughts to think when his insatiable eyes scanned over her from head to toe. One part of him saw her as something to savour-something so beautiful and enticing that it seemed as if she was only used to please his every request. Another part of him objected, saying that she was a bank to store love in, a person to whom he could offer his entire heart, time, and soul. The two objecting feelings did not attempt to cooperate well, but Yunho knew, with such desire to own her and to be owned by her, that the love between them was strong enough for the idea of marriage.
At that moment, Yunho vowed to himself that he would never dare to cause her any pain. She had looked so delicate that time-and to Yunho’s dismay, so fragile. As she walked towards him, covered in ivory white, holding a bouquet filled with flowers whose petals looked like they represented the shadows on her dress, Yunho knew with all his heart that she was offering everything she had and more to him.
And even though he would soon break that vow in the future, he promised himself that he would cherish every little thing she did, swearing not to hurt her even the slightest bit.
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“Yunho?”
Fast-forwarding back to present-day was easier said than done after such an event ran evidently throughout his mind. Even now, there was still a part of him that wanted to stay dormant within that day, bathed in his innocence. He didn’t want to advance from that point on, because he knew that once he married Seulki and joined the company, an evil demon would somehow be able to take over him.
“Yunho-yah… can you hear me? I’m done changing!”
Shifting his eyes from the cold, marble floor to the direction of the sweet voice, Yunho was finally coaxed back into reality. What he had currently laid his eyes on was perhaps-to Yunho-the strangest yet most beautiful thing he had seen his entire life.
Although Jaejoong’s shoulders were a bit wide and made the upper portion of the gleaming gown look obscure, his long legs, midnight-black hair, and ivory skin made him look exactly like how a bride should look. Despite the fact that Jaejoong was fully male, he looked perhaps even more beautiful than the women often shown in bridal magazines and gown shops. Why? Yunho couldn’t state the exact reason why, but he could say that he felt Jaejoong’s beauty was perhaps a dozen times more genuine.
“J-Jaejoong…” Yunho, for the first time in a while, had stuttered when he spoke. “You look…”
“Beautiful? Gorgeous? Adorable? Sexy?” Jaejoong chuckled at his last two choices of words. “Or do I simply look strange being in a woman’s garments?”
His hands unable to take it anymore, Yunho strolled over to the bride and brushed his fingers along Jaejoong’s flawless skin gently, unable to withstand the seduction Jaejoong was absentmindedly giving him. “All of the above.” He answered. “Plus the strange part, because this entire ‘marriage’ is a strange event.”
Jaejoong grinned weakly, joining his two hands with Yunho’s, interlocking their fingers. “I know it might seem strange and new to me-and maybe even to you as well-but I’m not scared Yunho, because I know you’re the one I want to be with for the rest of my life.” Although Jaejoong had not a single chance of staying alive for the remainder of Yunho’s life, he knew his words weren’t lies. Even if he was to die, he would still want to live on eternally within Yunho’s memories.
“I’m not scared either, Jaejoong, but I just want to say one thing: marriage is not a simple thing and it certainly should not be taken for granted. In order to marry someone-to lawfully and emotionally state that this person is who you want to be with for the rest of your life-you have to not only love this person completely, but you also have to enjoy being with him. You have to enjoy his company, his smiles, tears, and even his flaws. Only with that can you truly declare that you’ll be able to be with him for the rest of your life.” Yunho announced, looking a bit anxious through every syllable. “I’ve been searching for that person for a long, long time, and I think I’ve finally found him.”
Hearing such heart-warming but heart-shattering words, Jaejoong understood entirely that it was he who had made Yunho’s life shine for the past few months. All this time, he had been in the dark, feeling as if he was nothing but a burden and a temporal piece of candy to indulge in until all the sugar ran out. But no, instead of being what he thought he had been, he had been a piece of gold to Yunho.
“I’ve found that person too.” He declared proudly in response. “But I’ve never had to do any searching like you did, Yunho. The answer to my life was always right before my own nose-I just had to realize that it was there.”
Not knowing how to respond, Yunho squeezed both of Jaejoong’s hands, gazing deeply within his marble pupils. In the coffee-coloured eyes, he found a vibrant life ahead of him left to live-a blank piece of paper with a colourful canvas to paint it with. He found sunshine, he found rain. He discovered sadness, happiness-even jealousy. Everything about Jaejoong: his good and bad, was there, wrapped up in an tantalizing gift presented generously before him.
Seeing Yunho’s dazed expression, Jaejoong giggled gleefully. “Stop beating around the bush, Yunho.” He remarked teasingly. “Stop staring at me, will ya? Start the wedding ceremony already!”
“Right…” Severing his brazen mind from going to places where it should’ve avoided, Yunho retrieved Seulki’s ring from the nearby coffee table and cleared his throat. “Do you, Kim Jaejoong, wish to take me, Jung Yunho, as your lawfully wedded husband and plan to love me through rain or shine?" And with this phrase he had learned from movies-not exactly the same words the priest said at his previous wedding-he held the ring up to Jaejoong’s slender finger, and pushed it forward into its place.
“I do.” Jaejoong replied, trying not to laugh at the fake but strangely-realistic process they were trying to go through. “And do you, Jung Yunho, wish to take me, Kim Jaejoong, as your lawfully-wedded wife-excuse me, husband-and plan to love me even though I’m not as real a human as I’d like to be?” A part of him hated himself for saying the last few words in fear that it would bring about grief within the joyous ceremony, but he understood perfectly that he needed to present Yunho with such crucial facts.
“I do.” Yunho answered solemnly, trying to understand Jaejoong’s message as a cold piece of metal was slipped onto his ring finger.
“Congratulations Yunho.” Jaejoong stated jovially, trying all in his power to remember Yunho’s grin for the lonely days ahead of him. “You may now kiss the bride.”
Chuckling at Jaejoong’s words, Yunho bent down ever so slightly to hold his bride by the waist, suddenly feeling he had ownership over him after months of waiting. He lifted the veil off his bride’s porcelain face and prepared to claim his reward which he didn’t necessarily know he deserved or not.
“My pleasure.” He mischievously sang out as he met his lips with Jaejoong’s, telling the entire world that yes, they were finally married.
I’m sooooo sorry about the long hiatus. I hope you all can understand. I had a big exam to study for, but I’m finally through with it! I feel extremely bad that I had to delay the fic (especially the last few chapters). I hope it didn’t destroy the flow of the entire story T_T
But I’m back, for good now! I’ll be working on the OST and finishing up this fic once and for all. Please look forward to it!
-Cindy