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“Explain to me right now why the fuck should I marry you?” Kyungsoo heaves a breath as he enters Baekhyun's office room, not giving Baekhyun a chance to say hi.
And of course, Byun Baekhyun is never caring enough even when the atmosphere in his room is heavy with dark intentions. “Oh, hi Soo. I guess you heard the news from our parents?”
“Fucking fuck don’t ‘ Hi’ me. Why the fuck do I have to marry you? Don’t fucking drag me in your mess, Byun.”
Byun Baekhyun dares to hum while tilting his head, acting like he doesn't know shit whatever Kyungsoo is mad about. “Well, there's nothing to explain. We’re just going to get married. Nothing’s bad about marrying me?”
“No-nothing bad you said?” Kyungsoo sniggers, “Everything about you is bad news Baekhyun. EVERYTHING!” For once, Kyungsoo sees the hurt look passed by Baekhyun’s eyes, but it's only for a second before the high and mighty Byun Baekhyun make his comeback.
“You should feel thankful I want to marry you, Soo. you have nothing to lose. I have money, good career, I am good looking and I,” Baekhyun stand from his desk chair, dragging his feet to Kyungsoo’s side and whisper in a sultry voice, “And I’m a very good fuck you can ever wish for~,” He said as he taps Kyungsoo’s chest, playing with Kyungsoo’s lapel and gave him a wink.
If Kyungsoo feels like he wants to die before, he feels like double suicide now. “Fuck off,” Kyungsoo said, before leaving Baekhyun behind.
It’s useless to confront Byun fucking Baekhyun, knowing what type of annoying shit he is. So he just needs to have a talk with his parents.
Do Kyungsoo and Byun Baekhyun have known each other since they were in the second grade of junior high school. Baekhyun is supposed to be older than him, but due to the nature of Kyungsoo born in the early 93’, naturally, he befriends 92’ liners. Since the beginning of their meeting, Kyungsoo has already grown uncomfortable with the older. Baekhyun always knows how to tick him off. Whether he means it or not, he’s just so good at pissing him off.
“Father, please. I would marry anyone but him. Why Byun out of anyone?” Kyungsoo is in the living room with his mother by his side, and his father in front of him with a newspaper in his hands, begging for them to think over.
“My words are final, Son. I like him. And I believe he will make you happy.”
“I would be happier if I married someone else. Anyone but him,” he begged.
And his father is no longer speaking to him. He groans in distress. His mother only soothe him in the back and murmur ‘we do this for your own good’
“I thought you would dump me for today's date too,” Baekhyun said as he smiled triumphantly. They both agree to meet in a coffee shop down the street, near Kyungsoo’s apartment.
“Like I could if my mother kept nagging and checking up on me every damn minute.”
“Aww~ I need to thank my lovely mother then.”
“First of all, she's not your mother,”
“She will be once we’re married.”
“... second of all, why are you doing this to me?” Kyungsoo groans in despair. Finally letting his guard down and actually sounds helpless after a month and a half of running away.
“You want to know why, Kyungsoo?” Baekhyun asked him seriously. For once, Kyungsoo gulped hard and nodded.
“Well… I'm pregnant with yours.”
...
They both stare at each other for about a minute before Kyungsoo speaks again.
“You’re a man right Byun?”
“Um, yeah.”
“... Man don't get pregnant fucker! And I never fuck your brain out. Not even once.”
“Tch, bummer,” Baekhyun winks as he leans back against the chair.
That was when he thought how doomed he is for real. What a fate to fall upon him.
“So, I heard from little birdie you will finally resolve your sexual tension with Byun Baekhyun?” Jongdae asked as he sat opposite Kyungsoo's table.
“First of all, Chanyeol is not small. Second, I have no sexual tension with Byun.”
Jongdae had the audacity to snort, “Yeah right.”
Kyungsoo ignores him, just proceeding in doing his work. Then Jongdae spoke again, “I’m glad it's Baekhyun you end up with though.”
Kyungsoo is about to throw a tissue box against that annoying shit-eating face he imagined because that clearly sounds like sarcasm.
But it's not.
Not until he saw how sincere Jongdae looked.
Kyungsoo is confused.
They end the ceremony with a thank you and goodbye to all guests who come to their wedding. Kyungsoo noted how happy his parents and Baekhyun’s look. He sighs. He doesn't know what shit of trouble he will have to go through in the future. But as long as his parents look content and happy, then that's enough.
He glances a look at his now-husband who is busy talking to his friend, he then walks toward their way, automatically hooking an arm around Baekhyun's waist. If Baekhyun went still at the act, Kyungsoo didn't realize that.
“Thank you for coming,” Kyungsoo said as he shook hands with Baekhyun’s friends, Kim Junmyeon and Kim Minseok if Kyungsoo remembered the name right.
“Congratulations. Baekhyun had been waiting for this day to come after years pining over yo- ARGH” The Junmyeon guy choked after getting hit straight to his gut.
Kyungsoo watches everything with an amusing smile.
“Congrats again to you both,” the cat looking eye guy whispered to Kyungsoo, “Baekhyun can be hard to handle sometimes, but please love him nonetheless,” he said as he bows a goodbye and dragged his husband away.
Kyungsoo scooted closer to Baekhyun’s side, hands still resting around the older waist. He hums cheekily, making the older squirms away, face blushing red as tomatoes.
“Years of pinning huh?”
“SHUT UP” Baekhyun ran away.
Kyungsoo chuckles fondly.
Now, the future with Baekhyun may not sound so bad after all.