14 March 2017 @ 11:33 pm
rating: nc17
length: 2.9k
genre: fluff, romance, friends-to-lovers, smut
pairing(s): chanbaek
description: bonus chapter for i (pinky) promise to love you -- chanyeol cries on his wedding day, which also happens to be white day.

“I can’t believe he actually proposed to you with a Rilakkuma ring,” Kyungsoo deadpans (for the fortieth time since they’ve announced their engagement) while holding onto Baekhyun’s hand to observe the cheap plastic ring with the signature brown bear on his ring finger. “And I can’t believe you actually said yes.”

Baekhyun chuckles and pulls his hand back, holding it up slightly to admire the ring. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Kyungsoo makes a show of looking around the house, and then leans forward towards Baekhyun and lowers his voice. “There’s still time to change your mind, you know.”

“Do Kyungsoo,” Chanyeol growls as he strolls into the living room wiping his still-wet hair with the towel hanging from his shoulders, “stop trying to sabotage my marriage.”

“What marriage? You’re not even married yet.”

Baekhyun sniggers and Chanyeol groans. “Baek, do something!” the taller male whines, flopping down onto the couch next to his fiancé.

“Do what?” Baekhyun asks with amusement in his eyes. “You were the one who choose him as your best man.”

“I’m starting to regret that now…” Chanyeol grumbles under his breath, “should’ve chosen Sehun…”

“Don’t you dare mention that name in front of me!” Kyungsoo yells, suddenly becoming serious.

Baekhyun and Chanyeol exchange glances, and Baekhyun shrugs as if to say, “I thought you knew better.”

“Uhh…” Chanyeol says, rubbing at the back of his neck as he tries to change the topic, “so what were you guys discussing?” He heaves a sigh of relief when Kyungsoo picks up the wedding planning folder and points out the seating arrangement that he and Baekhyun had been discussing, and wraps his arms around Baekhyun’s waist as he leans his chin on his fiancé’s shoulder and joins in on the conversation.

Baekhyun sighs as he walks away from the window where the soft snow continues to fall, enveloping the ground in white. If anyone told him that he’d be marrying the goofy looking, big-eared kid he called his friend years ago, Baekhyun would have laughed in their face. He’s not entirely sure at what point in time his platonic adoration for his best friend morphed into love; or at what point in time his idiot of a friend thought it’d be a good idea to want to spend the rest of his life tied to him… All Baekhyun was 110% sure about was that today, he was going to marry the love of his life, and that he couldn’t be happier.

If happy felt like a swarm of butterflies battling it out in the pit of your stomach, making you want to vomit.

Baekhyun checks his reflection in the rustic freestanding floor mirror and straightens out the nonexistent wrinkles in his peak lapel white tuxedo. He holds up his left hand and examines it – the finger on which he’d been wearing the plastic ring is now bare. Baekhyun thumbs at his finger, feeling the absence of the missing ring. He turns his head and smiles when he sees his brother poke his head into the room.

“Wow, Baek,” Baekbeom says, closing the door behind him as he walks towards his brother, “you look great.”

“Really?” Baekhyun chuckles, returning his gaze back to the mirror and adjusting his collar, “I don’t look like I’m about to vomit or pass out or something? Because right now, it definitely feels like I will…”

Baekbeom places his hands on his younger brother’s shoulders and give them a gentle squeeze. “You’re nervous.”

“Ha… that’s an understatement.”

“You’ll be okay. Once you’re out there, everything will be alright again.”

Baekhyun turns and smiles at his brother before wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him into a hug. “Hyung?”


“I never really thank you…”

“For what?” the elder Byun chuckles, pulling away from the hug. “For being the best older brother in the world?”

Baekhyun scoffs and rolls his eyes, but the smile remains on his face. “No, for forcing Chanyeol to come see me and locking us in my room that day.”

“You guys would’ve figured it out without me,” Baekbeom says.

“Maybe…maybe not. Either way, thank you.” Baekbeom reaches over and ruffles Baekhyun’s hair, and has his hand swatted away within seconds. “What are you doing?” Baekhyun shrieks, “you’’ll mess up my hair!” There’s no heat behind his words however when he turns to fix the stray hairs that have fallen out of place with his tongue sticking out slightly between his lips. A knock at the door has both brothers cranking their heads around curiously. “Come in,” Baekhyun calls out.

Kyungsoo peeks his head in, and for a moment he just stares at Baekhyun in silence. “Uhh,” the petite male clears his throat, “it’s time.”

Baekhyun nods and thanks him, and Kyungsoo retreats back and closes the door. Baekbeom looks down at his wristwatch and chuckles when he looks back up to find his brother on the verge of hyperventilating.

“Relax, Baekhyun,” he says, placing a comforting hand on his brother’s back, “you’re going in there to marry the man that you love. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Baekhyun blankly nods and takes a deep breath, allowing his exhale to come out nice and slow. “You’re right…” he says, once again thumbing at his ring finger. “I can do this.”

Baekbeom laughs and offers his arm to his brother. “Let’s go get you married, baby bro.”

The moment the double doors of the church hall open, all of the nervousness cascades out of Baekhyun and is quickly replaced by the euphoria of seeing the man he loves standing at the end of the aisle. He almost breaks down and laughs when he sees Chanyeol’s eyes widen, and then fill up with tears. His groom slaps his own hand over his mouth, and Baekhyun can’t help but smile at Chanyeol’s cute antics when the taller male starts rubbing at his eyes with his other hand.

“I knew he’d cry…” Baekbeom mutters under his breath, only loud enough for Baekhyun to hear him over the processional song.

Baekhyun doesn’t say anything in response. Rather, he focuses all of his attention on the man before him – because in that moment, Chanyeol was the only one he could see; the only person that mattered. Everything and everyone blurred together into one big mass, and the only thing that remained clear as day was the strikingly handsome man standing in his black notch lapel slim fit tuxedo, looking every bit like a model gracing the cover of a magazine. He doesn’t even realize that he’s shaking until they reach Chanyeol, and Baekbeom gives his trembling hand to Chanyeol with a mumbled warning to take good care of his baby brother or else.

“Hey,” Baekhyun whispers with a smile, tears also beginning to sting his eyes.

Chanyeol sniffs and flashes his goofy grin. “God Baek, you’re stunning.”

“You’re not lookin’ too shabby yourself,” Baekhyun smirks.

The officiant clears his throat, and Chanyeol and Baekhyun shut up and turn their heads expectantly. Baekhyun doesn’t hear anything the man says however, his focus still remains solely on the man holding tightly onto both of his hands. It’s only when he feels Chanyeol’s light squeeze that he turns to glance at the officiant, who looks at him expectantly.

“Huh?” Baekhyun dumbly asks, causing several of their wedding guests to chuckle.

“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol whispers, “your vows?”

“Oh!” Baekhyun exclaims, dropping Chanyeol’s hands to reach into the inside pocket of his tuxedo. He pulls out a folded piece of paper, which he slowly opens (painstakingly slow, in Chanyeol’s opinion). Baekhyun clears his throat and looks up at Chanyeol when he finally has the paper ready in his hands.

“Chanyeol,” he begins, and smiles when Chanyeol all but bounces on his feet in excitement, “I can’t even remember a moment in my life when you weren’t in it. You’ve captured my heart just by being exactly who you are – the most sweetest, most compassionate, most loving and caring person I’ve ever have the pleasure of meeting. You’ve been by my side as my bestest friend through all of the good and the bad. You’ve been the reason that I smile, and you’ve been my comfort when I cry. You believed in me in moments when no one else would, and you showed me how to love with passion and with unconditional acceptance. I’m ready to spend the rest of a lifetime with you… but I’m not sure a lifetime is enough to return all that you have given me. Today, I give you my trust and my love. In poverty, I promise to do everything in my power to make our love rich; and in wealth to never let our love grow poor. I’m so, so ready to call you my husband. To laugh with you and cry with you, to support you and always believe in you. I love you so much, Park Chanyeol, forever and always.”

Chanyeol is a crying mess by the time Baekhyun finishes and folds up his paper again. The officiant gives him a moment to calm down, and then asks for him to read his vows that he’d prepared. Unlike Baekhyun, Chanyeol doesn’t have notes, and Baekhyun wonders if he’d maybe thought about his vows a little too much. Baekhyun’s focus is back on Chanyeol when the taller male begins to speak.

“Byun Baekhyun, you’re the most annoying, aggravating, and stubborn person I know.”

Baekhyun’s jaw drops open, and if it wasn’t for Chanyeol’s quick “let me finish!” he probably would’ve slapped the man right then and there.

Regardless of all that,” Chanyeol continues, staring pointedly at his now-fuming groom, “you mean so much to me and I wouldn’t have you any other way. No one is perfect, but with all of your strengths and weaknesses mixed together with mine, together we are perfect. I never would’ve thought that two completely imperfect people would come together so perfectly and be so happy. You complete me in more ways that I ever thought was possible.

I want with all my heart to be the best person that I can be for you. I promise to love you forever. I promise to laugh with you when times are good, and I promise to endure with you when times get tough. I promise to wash away your tears with my kisses, and I promise to stay true to you and always work things out even when we fight. I promise to honor and cherish you, and I promise to love and protect you with everything that I am and everything that I will be. You mean so much to me, Baekhyun. Not one word or feeling can describe the love that I have for you. I love you. I promise, forever and always.”

Baekhyun wipes away the tears that are streaming down his cheeks, and watches as Kyungsoo steps forward to hand over the rings. He chuckles when Chanyeol shows him two identical white gold bands with two small diamonds in between three engraved Rilakkuma’s faces. He holds up his hand and allows Chanyeol to slide his ring onto his fourth finger, and then takes the remaining ring and places it on Chanyeol’s hand.

“I love you so much,” Chanyeol says as he leans down to kiss his husband, “and I always will.”

“Promise?” Baekhyun asks, smirking as he holds up his smallest finger.

Chanyeol hooks his own pinky with Baekhyun’s. “Pinky promise.”

Chanyeol loosens his tie and saunters over to the bed in which Baekhyun is currently sprawled across. “Tired?” he asks as he sits on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his top two buttons.

Baekhyun hums in response and rolls over to cling onto Chanyeol’s thighs. “Today was perfect.”

“Even more than perfect,” Chanyeol responds, leaning down to heave Baekhyun up and into his lap. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting until the day I could finally call you mine.”

God, you’re so cheesy,” Baekhyun groans, hiding the smile on his face in Chanyeol’s neck. He lifts himself up and swings a leg over the bed so that he’s now sitting fully on Chanyeol’s lap, and wraps his arms around his husband’s neck. Husband. Baekhyun smiles as he repeats the word over in his head.

“What are you smiling about?”

“I was just thinking…” Baekhyun says, leaning forward to place a peck on Chanyeol’s lips, “about how much,” he places another kiss, this time on Chanyeol’s jaw, “I want you out of that shirt.” He sits back and smirks at Chanyeol’s dumbfounded expression, which unfortunately doesn’t last very long.

One minute Baekhyun is straddling Chanyeol’s thighs, and in the next he finds himself horizontal, flipped over and pinned to the bed. He feels Chanyeol’s fingers busy at work as they unbutton his shirt, and greedily returns Chanyeol’s kisses, chasing after the man’s lips with a whine when Chanyeol moves to slide his shirt completely off him. Baekhyun grabs Chanyeol’s nape and pulls his upper body up, and then connects their lips again as he impatiently tugs at Chanyeol’s shirt, sending a few buttons flying onto the floor.

“Hey, careful!” Chanyeol says, sliding the shirt off himself to save his remaining buttons, “I liked that shirt.”

Baekhyun growls and pulls Chanyeol down. His mouth finds Chanyeol’s and he kisses him again. Baekhyun’s kiss is anything but guiltless; it was desperate, a whole body, tongue-down-the-throat, take-me-now kind of kiss.

Chanyeol feels the urgent, primal need to touch Baekhyun take over; to meet him flesh on flesh. “I want you naked,” he rasps out as he pulls back to work on his own pants. Baekhyun nods eagerly and works to unbutton his bottoms, sliding them down along with his boxer over his hips. Chanyeol helps him the rest of the way, grabbing the pants and tugging them off of his ankles. He tosses them onto the ground, not really caring that they’re making a mess of the room. “You’re so beautiful,” Chanyeol groans as he runs his hands over Baekhyun’s torso, up his chest.

Baekhyun lifts himself up slightly and reaches over to pull the bedside drawer out. He flops back down an instant later and tosses a bottle of lube at Chanyeol. He watches as Chanyeol squirts the product onto his fingers and gasps when he once again leans down to take Baekhyun’s mouth in a greedy, devouring kiss while simultaneously thrusting his hand in between Baekhyun’s legs, spreading them open. Baekhyun parts his legs to Chanyeol’s questing fingers and mewls when his husband pushes the first finger into him. His nails dig into Chanyeol’s back as the latter works him into a frenzy with his fingers as he drives his tongue into his mouth.

“More,” Baekhyun moans when he finds himself bucking against Chanyeol’s hand, trying to get the fingers to reach deeper. He becomes frustrated when Chanyeol doesn’t fasten the pace, but rather slows down, teasing him as he smirks. “Chanyeol!” Baekhyun grumbles, pushing the taller male off him and onto his back. He swings his leg over and straddles Chanyeol’s legs, reaching for the abandoned bottle of lube. Baekhyun squirts a generous amount onto his hand and then wraps it around Chanyeol’s length, rubbing it up and down and occasionally rubbing his fingers across the tip, earning a groan from the man below him. It’s Baekhyun’s turn to smirk when he lines himself up and pushed himself down.

With a throaty moan, Chanyeol sucks in his breath when Baekhyun engulfs his member, wrapping it in his heat. He begins to move his hips, meeting Baekhyun halfway as Baekhyun goes down again, sheathing him to the hilt. The room is filled with nothing but pants and moans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

“Switch with me,” Chanyeol manages to croak out, and Baekhyun nods soundlessly as he allows Chanyeol to manhandle his body onto the bed. His world tilts off axis for a moment when Chanyeol hits his prostate, and he wraps his legs around Chanyeol to pull him closer, hoping for more.

Chanyeol’s hands grip onto Baekhyun’s waist, thrusting into him over and over. He throws his head back and groans loudly when his orgasm hits him, and Baekhyun follows him shortly after with a cry. Chanyeol pants as he remains in position, allowing himself time to come down from his high. Eventually, he pulls out and reaches over the bed to grab the closet thing he could grab, and then proceeds to wipe the milky substance off of Baekhyun and himself. Baekhyun laughs from beneath and and throws an arm over his eyes, and Chanyeol raises his eyebrows. “What?”

“You’re using your favorite shirt to wipe our cum.”

Chanyeol stares down at his hand and almost whines. “Fuck,” he says as he tosses it back onto the ground.

“It’s okay,” Baekhyun says, pulling Chanyeol down to lie next to him, “I’ll buy you another one.”

“You better,” Chanyeol pouts, wrapping his arms around Baekhyun and pulling him closer. They cuddle in silence, and Chanyeol almost believes that Baekhyun had fallen asleep until the smaller male turns slightly and grins at him. “Hmm?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Baek.” Baekhyun turns himself all the way around and wraps his arms around Chanyeol, nestling his face against Chanyeol’s chest. “Hey Baek,” Chanyeol mutters against Baekhyun’s head.


“I just remembered…” he gently lifts Baekhyun’s face up with his fingers and plants a kiss on his husband’s lips, “Happy White Day.”

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