𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒉 ❣︎ Minsung

;; 24

i promise nothing good from this specific chapter it could be horrendous for all i know.. also i want to change my theme again but i do it too much

_______

The boys were nervous.

Well, no, that was an understatement. Apprehensive feels too far, though. You get the point.

Time had gone by so fast since the initial engagement, and all of a sudden it was their wedding day.

Minho was going to walk down the isle any minute and he was shaking, double, even triple and quadruple checking himself in the mirror while Yeosang huffed.

The blonde uncrossed his arms, getting away from the wall he was leaned against and going to Minho. He put his hands on the boys shoulders and gave him a slight, reassuring massage as they locked eyes through the mirror.

"It's going to be fine, Hyung." He watched Minho sigh silently, "from what i know, everyone in there wants you two to be happy so I doubt anyone will object. C'mon, i understand your worries but you're stressing too much.. It's not good for you."

"I just don't want him to regret any of it.. What if he doesn't say 'I do'? Oh, I'm doomed.."

"Minho.." Chan had made his way into the room, having been concerned for the boy. "I promise, Jisung loves you more than he's ever loved anything. He's not going to risk any chance of losing you, and i know, obviously, his actions tend to say the opposite but it's true."

The boy let out a breathy laugh, nodding.

He hadn't seen Jisung at all recently due to them wanting this to seem like a remotely normal wedding, so Minho guessed that's where all his overthinking was coming from. Sure, they texted and called all the time when they had a chance, and they still slept in the same bed - but they were too busy with their separate wedding preparations.

While they both were aware neither of them were feminine enough to be considering themselves husband and wife, Minho would be the one to be walked down the isle as though he was. Jisung had repeatedly made sure he was completely comfortable with it, to which Minho was ever so grateful for him.

Chan was going to walk him, and he will marry Han Jisung.

They agreed that neither will change their surname if they felt their own fit better, and Minho was grateful for that as well.

Kind of.

He had a love-hate relationship with it really. If they shared a surname, people would likely think they're related or other's might put two and two together and see that they're married. On the other hand? If they didn't share one, it would be a harder time to understand that they're married, he thinks.

Either way, he's not one-hundred percent sure he could see his name being Han Minho and he was sure Jisung was the same with Lee Jisung. It was all so heavily debatable to them.

With a sigh, Minho watched as everyone in the room (aside from him and Chan) lined up, ready to walk out.

The oldest boy smiled reassuringly, giving Minho a final chance to smooth out his tux before he held his arm out, waiting for the boy to take it.

Minho let out a shaky breath and turned to loop his hands around the boy's arm, nodding at him as a signal for I'm ready. The dimpled boy smiled back at him and lined up with everyone else, at the very end.

- ✿⁠ -

Jisung waited anxiously at the end of the isle, eyes never leaving the big doors on the other side unless he was checking to make sure his tux looked fine.