Hah! That would give a palm a break... (and I'm just going to sidestep the brain here) hopefully it fits -
He wasn’t sure if his apprehension rose or fell, eyes fixed on Zhou Mi’s face and reeling with the knowledge that when Zhou Mi saw him as well, he looked as though he had been punched in the stomach and left to breathe. The man tearing up in front of him, that was the man whose hand he’d be taking. They’d been through some of the “worse” already, and because they were stronger for it…
“Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi breathed, stepping forward. Running his hands down his lapels. He said it as though Kyuhyun were gorgeous, the most amazing thing he had ever seen. And though he scoffed a bit in self-deprecation, he sort of hoped it was true, too. The man who stood in front of him, so crisp and pristine, face composed just so, eyes damp… He wanted to capture that feeling for all time, knowing they belonged together. That was the most amazing feeling he had ever had.
Zhou Mi’s hand was warm under his. “You look great,” he murmured, and got a curving smile in return.
“You too…”
Hankyung cleared his throat before they could lean in to each other, muttering at them almost under his breath. “After the ceremony, guys?”
Smiling, Zhou Mi took his hand, lacing their fingers together and walking with him. His heard was pounding so hard he was lucky to hear the words that were being spoken, focused on the stroking of Zhou Mi’s thumb on his hand, and the way his own traced Zhou Mi’s knuckles. It was just a few minutes at the most, and it wasn’t as though there were second thoughts as vows were repeated.
A peculiar word, vows. A promise. A hope. He watched the gleaming smile grow as he gave his affirmation.
“I do. Kui Xian, I do.”
That little reiteration nearly had tears springing into his own eyes, having to bite down on his tongue to stop it.
He barely remembered responding, the cool of the rings, sliding one down over Zhou Mi’s knuckles, the blur in his brain as words of confirmation were spoke, words that joined them in ways that were hard to tear apart.
The kissing part, that part he heard just fine, and it was one area where there were no questions between them. With one hand freed, he curled it in Zhou Mi’s lower back, holding him there. And with a kiss, the soft eager press of mouth on mouth, they started a new time in their lives. Staring it, as they had begun together.
Maybe it was nerves or relief or joy, but they started to laugh, clinging together and shaking with it, as hoots and whistles and applause sounded around them.
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He wasn’t sure if his apprehension rose or fell, eyes fixed on Zhou Mi’s face and reeling with the knowledge that when Zhou Mi saw him as well, he looked as though he had been punched in the stomach and left to breathe. The man tearing up in front of him, that was the man whose hand he’d be taking. They’d been through some of the “worse” already, and because they were stronger for it…
“Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi breathed, stepping forward. Running his hands down his lapels. He said it as though Kyuhyun were gorgeous, the most amazing thing he had ever seen. And though he scoffed a bit in self-deprecation, he sort of hoped it was true, too. The man who stood in front of him, so crisp and pristine, face composed just so, eyes damp… He wanted to capture that feeling for all time, knowing they belonged together. That was the most amazing feeling he had ever had.
Zhou Mi’s hand was warm under his. “You look great,” he murmured, and got a curving smile in return.
“You too…”
Hankyung cleared his throat before they could lean in to each other, muttering at them almost under his breath. “After the ceremony, guys?”
Smiling, Zhou Mi took his hand, lacing their fingers together and walking with him. His heard was pounding so hard he was lucky to hear the words that were being spoken, focused on the stroking of Zhou Mi’s thumb on his hand, and the way his own traced Zhou Mi’s knuckles. It was just a few minutes at the most, and it wasn’t as though there were second thoughts as vows were repeated.
A peculiar word, vows. A promise. A hope. He watched the gleaming smile grow as he gave his affirmation.
“I do. Kui Xian, I do.”
That little reiteration nearly had tears springing into his own eyes, having to bite down on his tongue to stop it.
He barely remembered responding, the cool of the rings, sliding one down over Zhou Mi’s knuckles, the blur in his brain as words of confirmation were spoke, words that joined them in ways that were hard to tear apart.
The kissing part, that part he heard just fine, and it was one area where there were no questions between them. With one hand freed, he curled it in Zhou Mi’s lower back, holding him there. And with a kiss, the soft eager press of mouth on mouth, they started a new time in their lives. Staring it, as they had begun together.
Maybe it was nerves or relief or joy, but they started to laugh, clinging together and shaking with it, as hoots and whistles and applause sounded around them.