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?”