Vows

When the words—

“Do you wanna get married tonight instead?”

Are the first thing you hear after waking up today, you can’t help but reply with—

“What brought this on?”

You groggily walk up to Miyeon, arm wrapping around her waist and giving her a peck on the lips. “Good morning, by the way.”

“Good morning, dear.” Miyeon smiles into the kiss, leaning on you as she lowers the heat on the cooker. “Nothing, just thought it’d be a great day to get married today.”

“Miyeon.” You move to stand behind her, both arms around her waist now. Watching her crack some eggs on the pan, your head coming to rest on her shoulder. Taking a whiff of the morning scent of breakfast and Miyeon’s conditioner. “I thought you wanted to get married in February?”

“I do,” she replies, giggling when you leave a kiss on her neck. “But there’s this meteor shower happening tonight at the venue we were looking into and–” She places a lid on the pan, letting the egg cook. Her hands rest on your forearms as she leans back. “It’d be perfect, you know?”

“You are such a romantic,” you tease, poking her stomach and causing her to yelp in surprise. “All that’s left is breakfast in bed, and I’m sold.”

“I’ll be sure to do it next time then,” she shoots back, rolling her eyes at you with a smile. “Does that mean you’re saying no?” She gives you a slight nudge.

“Well…” You watch the eggs whiten, and you have to admit that her whole idea is enticing. Having to wake up everyday with the woman of your dreams knowing that you’re hers and she’s yours. To spend every waking moment enjoying life with Miyeon—your wife.

You can already picture it. More slow mornings in the kitchen, afternoons doing everything you two could ever want to do or nothing at all. Spending every possible waking moment with her, and ending them in her arms. Being able to call Miyeon home.

It’s the future you’ve seen, when you got down on your knees to propose that day. But the thought of being able to have that sooner rather than later?

“You know your parents would be pissed if we did,” you say casually, arms tightening their grip around her.

A smile slowly curves up her lips. “I’m sure they’ll get over it,” she easily replies, uncovering her pan. “I’m more worried about Sana.”

“I’m sure she’ll get over it,” you repeat, making Miyeon laugh.

“I don’t know.” She turns off the cooker. “She might hate us if we don’t tell her.”

“We can leave her a text.” You spin her around, and she’s wrapping her arms around your neck. “What time’s that meteor shower?”

“Around seven.”

Your eyes glance at the clock. “That’s in eleven hours.”

“That’s enough time to get married.” She raises an eyebrow at you.

You’re thinking of what you need for it to happen. A witness or two, an officiant to get the both of you married, the venue to hopefully accept your last minute and get there in time if they do. The list seemed endless when you keep adding more thing to find—

“You’re thinking too hard, dear.” She interrupts your line of thinking with a boop on the nose. “Yes or no?”

“Let me get this straight.”

“Mhmm.”

“You want to elope.”

“Yep.”

“Tonight.”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re completely okay with that?”

“I was the one who suggested it.” She grins. “Of course I am.”

“Okay.” You take a deep breath, giving her hips a gentle squeeze. “Okay.”

“Okay as in you wanna do it?” She tilts her head, the grin on her face somehow getting larger by the second. “Or okay as in you don’t wanna do it?”

You only live once, you might as well live it without any regrets.

And getting married to Miyeon is something you’d never regret.

“Okay as in I will call the venue if they can get us a spot,” you answer, and she squeals in your arms, pulling you in for a kiss. You smile into it, warmth spreading around your body as she pours every bit of love from her lips to yours.

“Promise you won’t regret it,” she mutters into your lips, pulling away just a bit to tell you those three words that get you grinning. Ones that you return affectionately, leaning in for another short kiss.

“I’ll find our witnesses.” Another kiss, and her lips are so, so addicting.

“Is it Sana?” you ask, and all she does is giggle at you, the melody slightly muted when you press your lips against hers once more.

“She won’t know about it until she comes back from Japan,” Miyeon replies, giving you one last peck on the lips before she turns around. “Now, breakfast before marriage, dear.”

“And you’re sure they have an officiant?”

“It’s in their package,” you reply, stepping on the gas as you enter the freeway. “Spot to get married, the hotel’s officiant, a makeup artist, and a photographer all in one.”

“How good do they do makeup?” She’s typing on her phone as she asks, most likely talking with another friend of hers that can attend your wedding. “And the photographer–”

“Dunno, didn’t ask,” you tell her, signaling to the left. “I don’t speak makeup and cinematography.”

“Maybe I should’ve been the one talking to the venue.” Miyeon takes a glance at you with that teasing glint you always see from her.

“You were busy talking with Jiwon while packing.” You prop your elbow on the armrest. “I didn’t want to interrupt girl talk.”

“Jiwon–” The way she emphasizes her name makes you tense up. “Is going to be our witness for today.”

“God help us.” It’s almost a reflex at this point, hearing that you’ll be seeing Jiwon again. The last time had you accidentally traumatizing your cousin because she wouldn’t stop talking to him about everything.

“Hey!” she chides, putting her phone down. “She’s also making the trip to the venue. Alone, mind you.”

Your lips curl up a tad. “Think she’s already telling Sana we’re eloping?”

Her hand comes to rest on your arm, tenderly brushing her thumb across your skin. “I told her to keep it a secr–” Her phone begins to ring, and you don’t need to look to know who’s calling. “ Oh no.”

And so the rest of the trip becomes a free podcast of Sana and Miyeon talking.

For five. Fucking. Hours.

“You didn’t tell me you booked the suite!”

“Can’t exactly go to Puerto Rico last minute so I thought we’d make the most out of the place.”

You’re locking the door as Miyeon begins exploring said suite, a luggage bag in hand. And you have to admit, the place is pretty good.

Well, that’s an understatement.

Great view, spacious, a bed that will inevitably be squeaking once Miyeon gets a hold of you and a hell of a lot of amenities—it’s the whole shebang and then some. You’re amazed that the hotel was offering it at such a discount but with everything that you told them you’re a tad bit grateful too.

Really makes you think what would happen if Miyeon did talk to them instead of you.

“Speaking of Puerto Rico–” She makes a spin to face you, her dress flaring out and the way her hair perfectly frames her face, paired up with how the light hits her just right makes her look completely ethereal.

And you’ve seen it all before; whether it was because she was wearing some designer dress, some casual look whenever you two go out on dates, or as she wakes up in your arms.

Yet you never get tired of seeing her look like such an angel.

“Should we book for next week?”

“If you think we can get a ride, why the hell not.” You’re placing down the remaining luggage by the main room, striding over to Miyeon and holding her by the waist. “We could go to Japan too. The cherry blossoms are in season.”

“Sana’s gonna crash our honeymoon if we do,” she giggles, arms around your neck, fingers giving your scalp a gentle scratch. The smile that crosses her features is a constant reminder of why you fell for the woman in your arms, and you can’t help but smile back.

You let out a quiet chuckle. “What?”

“Nothing.” She shakes her head. “Just–” She bites her lip, and the action makes you squeeze her hips. “We’re really doing this, are we?”

“Hey, it was your idea,” you joke, causing her to laugh. “Unless you’re having second thoughts?” You’re almost afraid of her answer, but the instant she gave the back of your neck a light tap it all faded away.

“Of course not,” Miyeon replies, stepping closer to give you a peck. “I’ve never been more ready to be with you.”

Her words make your heart skip a beat, the small tears in her eyes make your palm rest on your cheek to wipe them away before they could fall. Your lips whisper her name, and she nuzzles her head against your hand. You can’t tell who said those three words first, or if you said them at the same time.

The only thing that matters right now is Miyeon—her lips on yours, soft and full and loving, your arms picking her up and carrying her to the bed. Hair all splayed around her as she falls on the soft mattress with a giggle.

“Dear, no,” she says with a laugh, yet she does nothing about you kissing her neck, her collarbone, your hands coming to play with the straps of her dress. “Save it for tonight.”

“We can squeeze a quick one in.” You pause to look up at her grinning face.

“You–” She pushes you away with a finger on your forehead. “Need to talk to the officiant. And I need to talk with the hotel to get Jiwon a room.”

You sigh. “Responsibilities.”

“Woe is us,” she adds, propping herself up. “Now up. Go and get everything ready for us.”

“So bossy today.” You’re rolling your eyes at her as you stand up. “At least talk to the photographer and makeup artist when you go down.”

“Not to worry, dear,” Miyeon blows you a kiss. “I’ll handle it.” She glances down to your crotch, and she gives you a smirk and a wink.

“I’ll handle that too tonight.”

“You said this spot is perfect for the meteor shower?”

“That’s what they said.”

There were a few people around to set up the ceremony when you and Miyeon arrived at the spot. You know it’s not as grand as Miyeon preferred it to be, but with how tight the timing was you can’t blame the hotel.

You’re more worried about your vows than anything. And with time being a precious commodity today you need to squeeze it in somewhere before you see Miyeon walk down in her wedding dress.

“And it’ll be ready before it?”

“That is also what they said, yes.” You turn to her. “Relax, they know what they’re doing.”

“Okay, okay.” Miyeon takes a deep breath. “And the officiant?”

“Is the hotel’s sommelier,” you answer. “I’ve already talked to him, and he’s helping out with the legal papers to get everything sorted out.” You grab her hand, pulling it up to give it a kiss to alleviate her nervousness. “Is Jiwon here already?”

“She is!” She nods to the side. “The hotel was kind enough to give her a room for the night.”

“That’s great,” you say, already thinking up ways to repay the hotel for being so accommodating.

“Got to talk with the photographer too. And the makeup artist.” You don’t like how her face just glowed up when she brought up makeup.

“Speaking of that—”

“I don’t need makeup.”

“You will wear makeup whether you like it or not.”

After getting dragged back to your room and Miyeon’s attempts at getting you to wear makeup, she’s gone ahead and called for backup.

That being Jiwon and the makeup artist.

You’re outnumbered three to one, and you know you’re not going to win this fight. Resisting’s almost optional at this point, even.

But you’ll make sure that you at least go down swinging.

“It’ll be a light touch up,” Miyeon says, crossing her arms. “You can take it off straight after the ceremony if you want, but you will wear makeup.”

“Come on guys.” You’re throwing your hands in the air. “It’s fine –”

“It is your wedding, mister,” Jiwon cuts you off. “You have to look your best.” She’s coming forward, hands on your shoulders as she walks you to the fated chair.

“I’m pretty sure I can look my best without makeup.” You try your best to resist, dragging your feet slowly and making Jiwon work for every step.

“Don’t make me do your makeup instead,” Jiwon threatens (you think, you don’t know if she’s bluffing or not).

“Do I need to be scared?” You turn to Miyeon, because, again, you’re not sure if Jiwon would turn you into a clown for your wedding or not.

“Dear,” Miyeon starts, coming to your other side to help Jiwon and giving you the puppy eyes that she knows will melt you. “Just get your makeup done and I promise I’ll repay you later.”

And you crumble fast.

“Ew,” Jiwon says, pulling away from the both of you. “T M fucking I, you two.”

Miyeon lets out a giggle while you laugh and shake your head.

“Fine, fine, I’ll get my makeup done.”

So much for going down swinging.

The makeup artist does nothing to deter all this, only giving you an apologetic look as you take a seat. You can’t blame them though.

You wouldn’t want to anger Miyeon and Jiwon at the same time too.

Well–

“Can I at least shower first before I do it?”

Maybe you want to.

Just a teeny bit.

“Everyone else found out, by the way.”

Your fingers pause trying to secure a cufflink. “What happened there?”

“Jiwon–” That makes perfect sense. “–brought it up at our group chat an hour ago and now my phone won’t stop ringing.” You both take a glance at the nightstand, where both of your phones lay together. “I think Yuqi’s still calling me.”

Her phone lights up with her words, and sure enough someone—Yuqi—was calling her.

“You’d think Jiwon would’ve talked to her,” you chuckle, attention coming back to fix your cufflink. “Or has she?”

“I think they’ve resorted to voice messaging at one point,” she shrugs as she picks up one of her earrings. “I tried to explain it but I was showering and–” She makes a pointed glance at her phone. “I’m more focused on getting ready than talking right now.”

You smooth down your dress shirt. “Such priorities, princess.”

“I’m surprised no one else on your side knows that we’re getting eloped.”

“Only mom and dad know.” You take a pause. “And my boss, I guess.”

Miyeon giggles, glancing at you through the mirror. “Why does your boss know?”

“Cause I needed to tell him why I’m going on a week long leave on short notice.” You make quick work on tying your necktie. “Hee says congrats, by the way.”

“Tell him that I’m not sorry you’ll be gone for a week.” That draws out a laugh from you.

“Of course, princess.” You take a glance around, eventually landing on one of the luggage bags. “Where’d you put the suit jacket?”

“Closet.” She’s standing up to head to said closet, and you follow. “I had the staff steam it while we were out.”

She opens it up, and she reaches out to grab your jacket out from it to hand it to you. And you had to admit—

“White’s an odd choice for a guy getting married,” you comment, pulling it up to head level. “Thought it’d be more your thing.”

“Dear, I would love to wear a wedding dress,” Miyeon replies, taking another hanger out—a vest and a sleeveless dress shirt hanging from it—before closing the cabinet. “But we’re not exactly doing a conventional wedding so–” She makes a pose, vest over her chest to show you what she’ll be wearing for your ceremony. “I thought that I too shall wear a suit for our wedding. Besides, you’ve never used that white suit that I bought you yet, so I thought that this too is the perfect time to use it.”

You blink, envisioning what she’d look like in your head. It’s an odd thing to imagine, seeing her wear a suit of all things to what is the most important day of your lives. You’ve never even seen this woman wear one at all for the entire time you’ve known her. Although, with the epitome of beauty in front of you, it’s hard not to fill in the blanks.

Her figure wouldn’t be hiding underneath all those layers, seeing how that top only comes to cover just above her belly button. The pants she has on does little to hide the curve of her ass, and pair it up with the smile she has on and you are whipped for this woman.

“I know, I know,” she brags, walking back to the bed to place the pieces of clothing down to take her towel she’s used as a top off. A free taste of what tonight will bring. “It’d look amazing, wouldn’t it?”

“It’d look better on the floor.” Your mouth has a mind of its own sometimes. The words weren’t exactly a lie, either way. And while she has her back turned to you, you know in your heart that she’s rolling her eyes.

“Patience, dear.” She’s clipped her bra on before taking the shirt off the coat hanger to put it on her, the smooth expanse of her back hidden from your view. “Just a few more hours, and you’ll have me all to yourself.”

“I’m surprised you are this patient,” you comment, placing the hanger on to the closet handle to take the jacket off it. “We’d normally be by the bed at this point.”

Her laugh is music to your ears. “It’s not good to fuck the bride before her wedding.”

“That’s for seeing the bride.”

“Seeing, fucking–isn’t that the same thing, dear?”

You shake your head, letting out an amused scoff. “I think you might have your superstitions mixed up.”

“Well, whatever they are–” Miyeon’s leaning on the wall right next to you. And God, your imagination did not do her outfit justice because it looks so much more amazing seeing her this up close wearing it. “ You get to fuck me after our wedding.”

She’s turned you towards her to adjust your tie, giving your chest a gentle pat. “And every other day after too, while we’re at it.”

“You say all this just before we go out there and I might not let you leave this room,” you say, holding the jacket in your arms as you let her do what she wants.

“That’d be funny,” she muses, taking the jacket from you and gesturing for you to turn around. “Last minute ceremony cancelled by a last minute quickie.”

Miyeon helps you put the jacket on, pulling it over your body. “You think the hotel would mind?” you ask, pulling the sleeves of your shirt as you face her.

“I think the hotel would be pissed.” She gives you a one over, biting her lip as she ‘appreciates’ what you’re wearing. “But it might be worth it when you’re looking like a hot piece of ass in that suit.”

“What happened to doing it after the wedding?” You throw the same argument back she’s using back against her, and her eyes roll, twinkling with amusement.

Miyeon tilts her head, a lock of hair covering part of her face. “We still can.” Her hands come to toy with your belt, which is always a good sign when it comes to her. “But if I only suck your cock, does it still count as fucking?”

Oh, semantics, you wonderful idea.

Before you can ever agree with her line of thinking, a loud ring sounds off in your room, causing the both of you to look at the entrance. Knocking follows it shortly after, and you can vaguely hear someone shouting your names over the door.

“Jiwon?” you ask over your shoulder, eyes still looking at the hallway.

Miyeon sighs. “Jiwon.” She cups your cheek to make you face her. “What a shame, don’t you think?”

What a fucking shame, indeed.

“It’s one way of getting us out of this room,” you smile, hands moving your belt around to alleviate your straining erection. “But we really should go out there.”

Miyeon nods, leaning in to give you a peck. “Love you, husband.”

You grin, ignoring the second ring of the doorbell to kiss her back. “Love you too, wife.”

“I like the sound of that,” she hums, pulling away to smooth her hair. A wink gets thrown your way before she begins to walk to the door. “Coming!”

A palm comes down to slap her ass as she passes by, and Miyeon replies with a promiscuous look. Enough to tell you that she’s excited for tonight just as you are.

Because soon enough you’ll be calling her your wife, and she’ll be calling you her husband.

You shake your head fondly, taking a deep breath and following Miyeon towards the door.

You’re already counting the seconds before you promise to be true to her in the good and bad, in sickness and in health. For richer or the poorer, for the better or worse, until death takes you apart.

Because Miyeon is all you need in this lifetime to be happy.

And if you ever find her again in another, you’d choose to fall in love with her all over again.