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Namgyu’s eyes flutter open, and the peaceful nature of the morning is quickly ruined by the raging headache from last night.
“Ughh, my head.”
He scoots up onto his butt leaning against the headboard bringing his knees up to his head and falling into himself. There is no way he drank enough alcohol to create such a stinging sensation.
His eyes burn after being open for too long, and his joints are in agony, reminding him of the time he tried to go to the gym with Subong. There is no way he’d ever go back to that hell hole, but maybe he did, cause why else would his knees be so sore?
The one thing soothing the ongoing headache is the cool ring rubbing against his forehead. The cool ring. On his hand. The ring. Where did he get a ring? This confusion causes him to open his eyes again. Slower this time, so he doesn't die from the sunlight that's seeping through the curtains.
As he reaches for his glasses on the nightstand, and regains the skill of being able to see any object in front of him. He is able to see the ring. A ring was placed on his ring finger. Where’s Subong? Namgyu stands up out of bed way too fast, pushing the duvet covers off onto the carpeted floors and reeling slightly at the sudden movement.
The worst hangover of his life wouldn’t stop him, though he had to find out what happened last night. He trots off to the hotel living room, dragging his feet behind him and picking up a fluffy blanket to tie around his waist.
He stumbles into the living and dining room as well as the mini kitchen, eyeing the place to find the puff of purple hair. Making breakfast and chugging iced water, the one and only Thanos is in the kitchen over a sizzling pan, the noise of the sizzling piercing through to Namgyu’s ears.
“Morning, baby!” He spat. Running over to press a sloppy kiss on Namgyu’s cheek. Namgyu tries to swiftly disguise the scrunch of his face from the loud booming voice directed at him.
Rushing back to the other side of the room, he continues working away, but after no reply, he stops. Looks up, and the excited expression on his face switches up at lightning speed.
“Before you freak out, let me explain!” Trying to cover up the few giggles that escaped his mouth with a stern cough. Acting how he’s seen Junho act when Thanos is being a dick.
“How do I not freak out?” Namgyu whisper-shouts, rubbing his eyes and making his way to the only island table seat that doesn't have bags and clothes covering it.
Taking a comfy seat on it and tightening his grasp of the blanket he’s claimed. Subong gives him a concerned look like he’s about to have an important conversation, and slides a cup of apple juice towards him as a form of bribery.
“Okay, so I don’t really remember everything that happened last night after Gyeong-su’s party, but, uh, here’s the thing. You know how people sometimes say, ‘What happens in–”
“Vegas, stays in Vegas. Yeah, what about it?”
“Shit, we might’ve taken that a little too literally.”
“Might’ve?!”
“BUT that’s fine, we’re fine. We just have to work out what’s going on from here. We’re chilling, we are cool.”
“It’s too fucking early for this! Why did we do this??”
“Look,” Subong leans across the counter, lacing their hands together and rubbing circles into Namgyu’s hand to calm him down. “I swear I wasn’t trying to… ugh, make you mad. But, uh, we got, you know… super drunk and, well… married.”
There's an unfamiliar and uncomfortable silence that sinks in between them. The only thing that keeps Namgyu grounded is the repetitive nature of the sizzling and Subong rubbing his hands but it’s not enough because what the fuck?! He shoots up out of his chair, dropping his blanket without thinking, biting his chipped black nails. Namgyu takes big strides towards the balcony door.
He needs to open some windows. It’s too stuffy and he needs some air and to go outside, and he needs a break. He’s just gonna go open them up and maybe stand outside for a bit. Oh, a lot's happening. Why is so much happening? Does anyone know about this? What will they do? Does Subong even like him that much? This might ruin their relationship, and oh god. Fuck.
His breathing becomes erratic. His chest rising, falling, and his hands begin to tremble so badly he can hardly open the sliding door. His heart is beating so fast and so loudly that it’s the only thing he can hear. Kind of like being underwater. It’s the only thing he can focus on, not even the chilly morning air or the loud beeping cars and flashy advertisements surrounding him.
Everything is too much, it's hot and cold, and everything's shaking, and it hurts, and his legs are jello. He’s like sweating too much, and his heart is racing, and it won’t stop, and his fingers keep twitching. His chest rises and falls and rises and falls, and the only thing stopping him from choking is that he’s coughing out all his guts. He grips onto the bars outside the hotel room.
He leans all his weight onto it and hangs his head down between his arms. Just staying there for a moment. The morning breeze pushes his knotted hair across his face. The bar under his grip feels like it does in the early morning. It’s cold with rain droplets still rolling off of it from last night. It’s weirdly relaxing, the cold bar against his rising body temperature.
Gives him a moment to breathe and reflect. Then breathe again. The birds are chirping and the cars are zooming past, and people are already up and rushing off to whatever people do and go to Vegas. He knows what he did in Vegas. Why did they do that? He needs to talk to Subong. “Fuck, fuck, fuck what are we gonna do” He chokes after he calms him self down slightly. A hand making its way through his hair, pushing it behind his ears and fidgeting with the split ends.
“I mean, my parents are gonna kill me, and what about your parents? We should get a lawyer. Do you have a lawyer? We have a lawyer. Do you need a different one for this type of thing? How does that work?”
Namgyu is now making his way back inside, keeping the door open so some fresh air can come through, but to be honest, he’s not even thinking about that because he’s rushing towards Subong, who’s still flipping pancakes.
“Was it even real? I mean, sure, it happened, but is it legal? Did we register anything?” He’s full-on ranting now, but Subong isn’t stopping him; he’s letting him go off because he needs to get it all out, and he needs to finish making their breakfast.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for marriage?” This line gets Subong’s attention cause fuck he was getting a little exicted about that.
His head snaps up with an unreadable expression, but his eyes scan Namgyu’s face for a long second before plating up the last of the pancakes and dishing them out. Huffing proudly at himself for the amazing save with the perfect breakfast. Seeing how Namgyu calms slightly at this action has him patting himself on the back for climbing out of bed early in the morning to start this. He puts three plates onto the table, two empty ones for him and Namgyu to put their food on and one stacked with billions of slightly burnt, wonky heart-shaped pancakes.
Before grabbing the whipped cream and berries out of the fridge, and also placing them delicately next to the arrangement. He’s too proud of himself right now, but he has to hide that because it’s not the time.
“Can we just have breakfast before we talk about all of that?” His voice is quieter than normal. He didn’t mean to overload Thanos this early in the morning he must be freaking out too and he doesn’t need to hear how bad it’s effecting Namgyu.
“Yea I’m sorry for freaking out on you,” Namgyu says sending him a weak smile.
“Don’t apologise I get it it’s weird and stuff but um I just want to enjoy this before everything goes to shit.”
“Yeah.. me too.”
They don’t need to say anything more, they’re already picking up the hearts and smothering them in pre-cut fruits and whipped cream. Eating away in silence, which is also nice because it keeps Namgyu’s hurting head at bay. A weird domestic moment that’s nice, but they both know what’s gonna happen next, and that's scary.
After finishing up himself Subong picks up his plate, chucking it into the dishwasher while sliding his phone out of his pocket for some quick entertainment until Namgyu has eaten all his breakfast. Clicking his phone on, it takes a minute to boot up, but not before long it’s shining his background of Namgyu playing Mario Kart with his nephews reflects up at him as well as the time reading 9:21 am and his inbox. Six messages from his manager and two from Minsu.
He unlocks his phone, clicking onto Minsu’s first
Mini 🧸💖
Hi did you get back to your hotel alright? 😊
YOU GUYS GOT MARRIED???? Can I be invited next time 💞
Oh shit. He looks up at Namgyu. He looks so at peace right now. Having forgotten about what happened while being distracted by breakfast and an inbox full of emails from work that he scrolling through. Thanos tried telling him the first night they got here not to do any work because it was his holiday, but here we are.
He quickly replies to Minsu, saying:
THE LEGEND THANOS 😈
HOW DO YOU KNOW and yes ofc Mini, you’ll be a best man for sure 😉😚💋💋💋
Mini 🧸💖
I think you should get hold of your manager
Really??? Awwww tysm ily <333333
After reading those, Subong doesn’t even think to respond; he just goes to his messages with the emotional terrorist in a suit.
do NOT pick up (junHOE🙄)
Thanos, we need to talk.
Subong, I’m not playing around. Call me when you get a chance!
do NOT pick up (junHOE🙄)
Subong, this is very serious. Photos are circulating now.
Missed call with do NOT pick up (junHOE🙄)
do NOT pick up (junHOE🙄)
We need to make a public announcement about this situation!!
3x Missed calls with do NOT pick up (junHOE🙄)
do NOT pick up (junHOE🙄)
This is very unprofessional. You need to respond to me right now.
Subong, please, I know this is scary, but I can handle this. You can talk to me.
Subong doesn’t respond just yet because of what is happening. His thumb over the call button for a long second before switching to Instagram on instinct. Just to get a grip. Breathe. A moment away.
Big mistake.
The top of his feed is full of tagged stories, blurry screenshots and a chaotic TikTok that’s been reuploaded here with already 500k likes. The bio of the reel reads,
@thanoswifeyoffical: My husband just casually got married like it’s a Tuesday?? What about me babes?😭💔
The video starts with Subong in a disgusting neon and glittery button-down and Namgyu beside him in a black tank top with Subong's cross necklace around his neck. They're standing in front of a bejewelled Elvis impersonator.
They’re holding hands. Namgyu looks like he’s holding back laughter while he keeps his eyes locked onto Subong, who looks like he’s already three mimosas deep. That's when the audio cuts in.
“I vow to always let you have my jewellery unless I want to wear it because then it’s gonna be every man for himself,” Thanos says, giggling at his words.
“I vow to hold your hand in public and never let go and I’ll trip you if you be bitchy.”
“You’re my favourite person in every room.” Thanos giggles, slowly stops beaming at Namgyu.
Subong’s face warms instantly. He hadn’t remembered any of that. His thumb swipes to the next clip, and Namgyu’s voice comes through now.
“I vow to never judge your bad music taste ever again. Even though all your songs are bad except your newest album, I like the third track, that's nice.” In the video, Subong fist pumps the air, then continues laughing, mirroring how he is now rewatching the video.
Namgyu swings there arms back and forth, “You’re my favourite person even if you talk through movies, and I don’t want to do forever with anyone else because they’ll never be you and I love you.”
Namgyu’s behind him now finishing his juice, but something in him must notice the stillness in the room because he’s half listening and glancing over. Their eyes meet, then drop to Subong’s phone. Subong turns down the volume instinctively so as not to hurt Namgyu’s head.
“... Was that me?” Namgyu asks, his voice low and cautious, eyes wide with horror. Hugging his arms around Subong's waist and hoisting his chin on top of his shoulder. Wincing slightly at the quick movement. Tracing his tattoos with his finger.
Subong nods, making a mental note to laugh at him later when there isn’t as much tension in the air. “Yeah. That was us.”
They click onto the comments and read a few.
@kdramabrainrot:
my parasocial relatnsip is in shambleesss rn
2 replies ↓
- → @delulufordyedhair:
nahh bc when he said ‘your my fav person in every room’ I GASPED OUT LOUD - → @user3408264568:
ya’ll are so embarrasing he doesnt even know you exist 😭 pls touch grass just once
@justicefornamgyu:
OKAY SO WHO HERE ALLOWED THIS WHO SIGNED THE MARRIAGE LICENSE? DONT WORRY JUST AKSING FOR A FRIEND
Now closing Instagram for sanity purposes. Namgyu and Subong slump onto the couch, both looking like they’ve been through it. The loving room is quieter now, the silence only broken by the distant hum of the very awake city outside the window.
Namgyu rubs his face, trying to shake off the lingering fizziness of the hangover.
“I’m really gonna need therapy after this,” he mutters, half joking.
Subong leans back beside him, pulling open the laptop sitting in front of them on the coffee table, opening the Zoom link Junho sent.
“You can come with me next Monday.” He suggests it wholeheartedly, but he can’t tell if Namgyu notices his seriousness.
They click on the meeting, and the screen pops up, showing a loading screen. Junho’s face isn’t on the other side of the call yet, so they wait. Subong drums his fingers on his knees, and Namgyu eats away at his chipped nails. Subong stares at them, he should repaint his nails for him again if they get any free time.
“Wait, so… are we owning up to it? Should we go public with it or pretend it was a joke??” Nmagyu is on edge while saying this. He takes his time framing it with the correct tone and combination of words, but it still comes out rushed and freaked out.
“We’ve been trending for like 24 hours now… I don’t think we have many options but to own it.” Subong says, looking up at Namgyu, “Oh well, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, but here we are. There's that video. We’re married, and everyone's seen it?”
There's a beat of everything setting in place. Everything that has happened is lining up, and it all happened; it’s real, and they just have to live with the outcomes now. This is all real. Oh wow.
“It’s just how did we… end up here? We were only supposed to have a good time. We didn’t even mean to get married, Subong! I mean, I wasn’t really ready for something like this. For this kind of thing to be real. We’ve only been dating a year!”
Subong doesn’t completely agree with Namgyu. He doesn’t want to freak him out anymore, but the truth is, ever since the first week of them dating, he’s been ready.
“Me neither… but, hey, we’re not alone in this, and hey, if you’re not ready, we can take a step back. I want you to know, though, I love you and I don’t mind staying married to you.”
I love you, and I don’t mind staying married to you. It's something that he should’ve kept in his head, oh great. That’s great, just lovely. Also, when you think about that doesn’t sound great, it doesn’t sound like a compliment. Why did he word it like that? I don’t mind staying married to you. It’s giving hmm I’d rather not but we’re already here right mate?! Fuck himm. Why does he have to make me so impulsive? That sounds weird, ughh.
“You two need a PR team. If you want to go through this, I suggest a press conference. You can’t keep pretending you didn't mean anything every time something happens, and the fans will eat it up, it’ll settle the chaos, I’m sure of that.”
Junho rattles off with his usual professional expression and practised tone, but there's a slight vulnerability there, showing he does care for what happens to them. The couple both flinch like mad because how long was he there, and are they just not gonna bring up the whole conversation and mental breakdown that happened before them? He should not have seen that.
“OH SHIT! Heyy didn’t see you there, um that actually sounds kinda fun!” Subong grins at Junho through the screen.
Namgyu nervously chuckles lightly, raising an eyebrow. “Fun? Really? After everything that’s happened, you think a press conference is fun?”
Subong gives him a playful shove. “Come on, you’ll be fine. It’ll be intense at first, but we’ll deal with it. We’re good, baby.’
Namgyu sighs dramatically, flopping back into Subong's lap, then turning to Junho. “Fine. We’ll do it. But only if you promise we don’t have to wear matching outfits or some shit.”
Junho raises an eyebrow, his lips curling into a grin. “You two are something else, and I can’t promise that let me talk with the PR team and get back to you.”
Subong curled his fingers around Namgyu’s hair, laughing quietly. “Press conference time!!!”
Namgyu looks up at Subong for a moment, his eyes softening. He pulls Subong down slightly and says just for him, “We’re really doing this?”
Subong gives him a mischievous look, pecking him on the forehead, then saying, “Yep! Don’t worry, though, because I’m amazing at these things.”
Junho watches the exchange in silence, feeling like a proud dad, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “Okay, okay, you two. I’m glad we got that settled.” He glances down at his watch. “I’ll be sending over some details in the next few hours, along with a solid PR plan, but until then, rest up and enjoy the rest of your holiday!”
With that, the zoom call ends, leaving Namgyu and Subong sitting in the once again quiet of their hotel, a strange but comforting peace settling in between them. Namgyu glances at Subong, who is still fiddling with his hair.
“This is kinda scary, I mean you're chaotic, sure, but never this impulsive!” Namgyu jokes.
“Yeah, it’s scary as but it’s not too bad..”
“It’s only for five more minutes”, Namgyu says, trying to lighten up the very fast-decreasing mood.
“Yeah, only five more minutes”, Subong copies a little sadder.
“Guess we’re really married now. At least until then, huh?”
Subong looks down at him with a soft, crooked smile that makes Namgyu’s heart twist and his head spin.
“Yeah, well… we could always go on our honeymoon first?” He grins, evil and hopeful all at once.
“Mm.. yeah, should we go to Vegas again?”
Subong laughs under his breath, pulling Namgyu up into a hug.
“Fuck no maybe somehwere else… after the press conference. Maybe.”
“Maybe, after the press conference,” Namgyu echoes into Subong's neck before planting a soft kiss.
They stay there for what feels like a forever.
Lasting, Permanent. Enduring.
A commitment that snuck up on them and decided to stay.
A bond that started unexpectedly, but feels natural and settles somewhere deep – warm and impossible to ignore.
That’s what Subong holds onto as he drifts in and out of sleep, wrapped around the only person who’s ever made him feel like this.
He just hopes that if not today, then maybe one day Namgyu feels the same.
He tilts his head down, pressing a secret kiss into Namgyu’s hair. Namgyu’s already asleep, so he stays still after that, but he swears he feels Namgyu lean into the touch. Just lying there, thinking about what comes next.