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Hee hee hee.

Haru, being less constitutionally anxious than Jaeha, has monopolized far fewer of their mutual work friends and is only getting Ren's help with getting dressed. She keeps ducking in and out to confirm that everything is going according to plan and checking the list Haru made her months ago to make sure she wouldn't drop any balls. The cake is slightly late. The photographer was early, concluded she was in the wrong place, and had to be summoned back from her slow drive around the region that she was undertaking to find the right one.

But everything is smoothed out well enough by the time Haru comes out to get hitched. He has a new kimono for the occasion, which matches Jaeha's hanbok. ("If I'm wearing a kimono you have to wear a hanbok, that's only fair.") He sweeps out into the garden to the music.

Jaeha's the one waiting at the altar, because even though he's at risk of passing out on the spot from seeing Haru walk down the aisle towards him in his gorgeous kimono, he'd have been at an even higher risk of tripping and falling on his face if he had to walk in a hanbok towards his Haru and had to constantly keep himself from sprinting. He hid his hands in each other's sleeves so that he could grip his forearms and have somewhere to dump his nervous energy. He kept picturing everything that could go wrong and nothing did and people kept talking to him and he was the least interesting conversational partner ever because every four words he'd look away from his interlocutor over at where Haru was meant to be coming from soon and he nearly DIED.

He is nearly dying again, now, with the music and his Haru walking down the aisle in his gorgeous kimono, and he will not actually pass out but he might accidentally lock his face forever into the stupid grin he's sporting.

Haru doesn't run, he just beams and takes steps one at a time and after an eternity that takes about fifteen seconds there he is, holding Jaeha's hands in his. Yoo-min has the rings, right? Right.

Oh God oh God oh God it's happening it's real oh God oh God he looks like a fool he looks like an idiot Haru is RIGHT HERE seeing how much of a FOOL he looks like and and and and he is a fool he's a fool for his Haru he is an idiot for his Haru he is going to be Haru's forever they are going to have RINGS to prove it they're such beautiful rings too aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh

Park Yoo-min, standing in front of them in a white suit with a tie the same shade of pink as his eyes, clears his throat, then grabs a piece of paper to start reading from.

"Dearly beloved," he starts, somberly, "we're gathered here today to honour the memory of our dear friend—"

"—wait, what? No, wrong card." He tosses it over his shoulder. "Whatever, I'll improv."

"Hi! Our beautiful couple made the terrible mistake of allowing me to officiate this wedding and I am about to make this everyone's problem."

Okay yes he is starting to think this was a mistake!!!!!

Quite frankly, what had he been expecting?

"You're on thin iiiice, Yoo-min," Haru murmurs under his breath.

He winks at Haru.

"Dearly beloved! Family, friends, new and old, but most of all Haru and Jaeha, welcome to what I am reliably informed will be the most beautiful wedding I'll ever see. With such beautiful people, people who love our grooms, people who are such an important part of their lives, important enough that they're all here to witness this, in this lovely autumn afternoon in British Columbia, which I have been convinced might be the best possible choice for time and place for a wedding, and, most important of all, with the grooms themselves, two people who love each other so much you can feel it from a mile away, who are here to reinforce that love and show it off to the whole world—how could I argue? I've seen the looks Jaeha gives Haru whenever they're together and even then I don't think I've ever seen him this happy, it actually makes me want to cry a little."

...okay, maybe not a mistake. TBD.

(He is not going to cry. He is not going to cry. He is not going to cry NOW if he is going to cry it'll have to be AFTER HIS VOWS otherwise he is going to choke up and that'll be TERRIBLE. ...in a VERY EGO-SYNTONIC WAY.)

Haru grins and squeezes Jaeha's hands.

"You know, they told me that they hadn't been dating yet, when I first saw the two of them together? Which seems insane to me, I mean, it was really really obvious to anyone with eyes that Jaeha was head over heels for this man. And let me tell you guys a little bit about what exactly it is that Jaeha sees in him, so that you'll see it, too.

"He's smart, and driven, and good. I don't think I've ever met anyone who was as serious about going after the things he wants, about being the person he wants to be, about having the impact in the world he wants to have, as Haru. If you've ever heard the phrase, give me a lever and a place to stand and I'll move the world, the 'me' in that phrase is Haru Swan. He'll move the world, and he's one of the best people for the job, out of anyone.

"And Jaeha, now, might be the bravest person I've ever met, and one of the kindest. He's incredibly thorough about doing the right thing, and about figuring out what the right thing is so that he can do it. He's always looking out for everyone he meets, he remembers everything you like and is the absolute best at giving presents. He always, always wants the people around him to be happy, and by God he'll figure out how to get that.

"Of course, if you're here, you know all of this. You've met them, you've seen what they're like, and most of all, you've seen them together. You've seen how they make each other better, stronger, happier, and more like their best selves. Getting married is really a technicality for the two of them, I don't think there's a force in this world or any of the myriad tiny little worlds they and lots of us keep going into every day that could separate them. This wedding, this beautiful wedding, surrounded by these beautiful people, this is a ceremony to celebrate this bond, this love. It's a privilege to be here, to have witnessed to the birth and growth of this love, and to be given the honour to deliver these words.

"But my words aren't, really, what you're all here to listen to. The purpose of this little gathering of ours is to listen to them, it's to shower them with our love and to show them how happy we are for them. So now I'm going to step back for a bit and let the grooms speak for themselves, of their love and of each other."

NOTCRYINGNOTCRYINGNOTCRYINGNOTCRYING fuck

"My Jaeha. I would say I can't believe I'm lucky enough to have you be mine forever but in fact I can believe it because you put a lot of effort into making it abundantly clear how mine you are already. I want to be what you see in me and be as good for you as you are for me, complements and partners and best-beloveds for the rest of our lives. I am so exquisitely happy with the life we've built together and can't think of any way to improve on it besides having a party about how it will go on forever, but if I do come up with something I know you will be right there with me. I love you so much."

Okay yeah he started crying at "my Jaeha" and by the end of it he's sobbing.

Yoo-min kind of thought this was going to happen and came prepared. Here's a handkerchief. "Need a moment, buddy?"

"God, n-no, if I w-wait I'll n-n-never g-get it o-out."

His poor Jaeha is so overwhelmed. Haru takes the handkerchief on his behalf and dabs at his eyes.

Okay. Okay. He's going to need to talk through it because he doesn't think he's gonna be able to calm himself down and even if he did he'd start crying again the moment he started talking. So. 

"Haru-ya. Yoo-min was r-right. I, I f-fell in love w-with you so, so, so fast. It was o-obvious t-to anyone with eyes, and I'm s-so, so c-crazy about you. I, I—" He stops and takes a deep breath, trying to get himself under control. "I invented myself for you. I, I w-wanted to be yours, needed t-to be yours, I wanted t-to be your dream guy. I wanted to b-be your dream." He sniffles. "You're my dream, Haru-ya. Y-you've always been my dream, a-and you'll always b-be my dream. And, and, and I'm t-told I did it but that s-s-sounds so fake. It's s-so fake that I'm h-here now, th-that, that I'm getting m-m-m-married to you." He needs another break here to get his breathing under control. "Forever." He needs to actually not stutter this. "I'm yours—forever. You can't—get rid—of me anymore. My—name—is always—going to be—next to yours. You and I are," deep breath, "we're a unit now. Th-there's no Jaeha without Haru, a-and there's no Haru without Jaeha.

"I l-love you, Haru-ya. Forever."

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"Now Haru, Jaeha, I want you guys to turn around for a moment."