"Put your hand on my waist," Jeongguk says quietly.
"What?" Namjoon says even as he obeys. Jeongguk has his tuxedo jacket off now and his waist is small and tucked compared to the rest of his body.
"We've been looking moody over here," Jeongguk says, leaning closer to him. He plants a gentle kiss on Namjoon's cheek. It lingers, and things snap together in Namjoon's mind: they've been looking moody over here, and they should not be looking moody at their own wedding.
