"Oh fuck, Chloe!" Yoongi groaned, spanking my ass as he slammed continuously into me. Echoes of our passion reverberated off the tile walls of my bathroom. "I love it when you squeeze me like that."

During the two weeks that we'd been together, I'd learned that like me, Yoongi had an auralism kink. While I was turned on by his voice, particularly when he was praising me, he got off on hearing the vast array of noises he could pull out of me. Sex with Yoongi made my whole body sing with pleasure.

One of our favourite positions was when he'd take me from behind. It felt so good with how deep he could go, and Yoongi loved to shamelessly watch his cock slip in and out of me. But him fucking me in front of a mirror like this took the position to an even greater height. Seeing Yoongi's facial expressions reflected in the mirror was such a turn-on. How he bit his bottom lip when he watched my body take every inch of him. Or the way his eyes crinkled shut and his mouth hung open when he was lost in his pleasure. But most of all, I loved looking into his eyes. How his pupils would get blown out with lust. How I saw his desire, passion and admiration for me in his eyes as he gazed upon my face.

As our eyes met in the mirror, Yoongi's name slipped from my lips, needy and breathless. His eyes had a feral glint about them—the same look he got when he was nearing his peak. Yoongi changed up his tempo, slowing the pace a little but adding a sharp snap of his hips at the end of each thrust. It was almost enough to send me hurtling towards an orgasm, but I needed a bit more.

A symphony of my moans and needy whimpers filled the humid air of the bathroom, adding to the percussion of wet skin slapping together. His hips moved hard and fast. Feeling his dick sliding into me in all the right places sent me soaring, and made me clench involuntarily around him.

"Do that again, Babygirl. Clench for me... Yes, fuck! Just like that." The sound of Yoongi's voice was so erotic and sinful that I flooded his cock with my essence. "God damn, so good."

Two strokes later and with a loud groan, Yoongi filled me with his release. While I was happy that I could make him feel immense pleasure like that, I was annoyed that my high had slipped beyond my grasp. I was close when he'd cum, but I wasn't close enough to fall with him off that cliff.

Yoongi's lips grazed my shoulders leaving a trail of soft, teasing kisses on the skin revealed by my flipped-up pink cocktail dress. As he spoke, his warm breath sent shivers down my spine.

"You were such a good girl for me, Angel," he whispered, his voice low and husky, laced with seduction. "Let me finish you off the way you like." My core pulsated and clenched around nothing at the thought of having Yoongi's head between my thighs. "But it's gonna be quick," he added, a hint of urgency creeping into his voice. "We don't want to keep the grooms waiting, do we?"

The reminder of our time crunch to make it to Mingi and Yunho's wedding only heightened the excitement. I had been in the middle of putting on my dress when Yoongi entered my bedroom and pounced. Claiming that he couldn't take how sexy I looked all dressed up like this, he'd swiftly hiked up my skirt and slid inside. While I loved how he normally took his time with me, there was something so raw and passionate about the quickie we'd just had.

A loud whine left my lips with the first swipe of Yoongi's tongue through my folds. As he set about lapping up our combined flavours, I was reduced to a puddle of pleasure. The first time he'd gone down on me after sex, I had expected him to be grossed out at tasting his cum. However, with the gusto that he put into eating me out, I soon learned that this was a massive turn-on for him.

Yoongi moved his hands from my waist and spanked each globe of my ass at once. He chuckled at my surprised yelp before diving back in. Because of our time crunch, the usual teasing flicks of his tongue were skipped. Yoongi set about getting me off; his sole focus was to make me feel the most pleasure possible.

My body bucked, pushing me further onto Yoongi's face. His hands gripped each of my cheeks, holding me still and spreading me open so he could shove as much of his tongue inside me as possible. Feeling exposed with his soft appendage wiggling in my pussy was sinful and delicious. His grunts and moans as he went down on me added to my pleasure, their vibrations making me twitch and pulsate.

The only thing that would have made this even better would be if I could watch my boyfriend instead of myself in the mirror. Seeing Yoongi on his knees, his formal suit in a state of semi-undress as he feasted on me would have been so erotic. I made a mental note to have him go down on me later tonight while he was still wearing the suit he had on.

"Fuck, yes! Right there!" I cried as two of his long fingers slid their way inside me. Like they had precise GPS coordinates to its location, his digits honed in on my G-spot and began to flutter against it the way I liked. Yoongi's lips attacked my clit, sucking and teasing it like he was my own personal vibrator.

This time, my high wasn't a slow, gradual rise towards a peak like before. Yoongi had strapped me into a rocket, and I was about to blast me out of the stratosphere. And he knew it, too. His fingers curled into my raised bundle of nerves and with each shallow thrust of his hand, they stimulated me beyond belief. With a sharp suck and a light nibble on my clit, I exploded like a supernova. Yoongi helped me ride out my bright and intense orgasm; his licking, nibbling, and thrusting prolonged my high longer than I thought possible.

Once I returned to earth, I collapsed onto the vanity. I sucked deep heaving breaths into my lungs in the hope of lowering my thundering heart. People often joked that their souls were sucked out of their bodies when their partner went down on them. Until Yoongi, I thought that was all just hyperbole, an exaggeration.

"You did good, Babygirl," he praised as our eyes locked through the mirror. "You taste so delicious. As much as I'd love another sample, let's get you dressed before we miss the ceremony."

My legs still quivered and shook, aftereffects of the intense pleasure that had coursed through my body. Yoongi gently cleaned me with a damp wash cloth; his touch was a soothing balm to my oversensitive skin. He carefully slid my panties up my legs before settling them in place around my hips. Next, he flipped down the back of my dress, taking care to smooth out any of the wrinkles. His deft fingers worked the zipper with ease—a task that had been impossible for me to accomplish on my own.

If I were being honest, when I bought this dress for the wedding, I had Yoongi's reaction in mind. I knew all too well he had a weakness for seeing me dressed up, especially in something pink. The dusty rose asymmetrical cocktail dress I chose was a masterpiece. It featured a magnolia lace overlay on the bottom half, adding an air of sophistication. The seam where the skirt met the fitted bodice was cleverly concealed by a stoned belt, accentuating my waistline and creating a stunning silhouette. The three thin straps forming the sleeves added the perfect touch, lending the dress an elegant and feminine flair. 

Though we didn't have the luxury of our usual leisurely aftercare routine, Yoongi's tender attention as he dressed me was a comforting substitute. It reminded me that, even in the most chaotic moments, he prioritised my wellbeing.

"Did I tell you how beautiful you look?" he murmured, placing a soft kiss on my exposed shoulder. I shook my head; his actions had shown me how he thought I looked, but those words had gone unspoken.

He spun me around, cupping my face with his large hands. After a searing kiss, his husky voice filled the air. "You'll always be the most beautiful and gorgeous woman I've ever seen. Even though we've only been together a short time, I can't imagine my life without you. Tonight, you look absolutely stunning, and I feel like the luckiest guy in the world to be by your side."

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Yoongi, Yeosang, and I were among the earlier arrivals, despite my boyfriend's and my earlier dalliance in the bathroom. During our Uber ride, I'd listened as the two men raved about Leahi Room and Lanai, describing the venue's breathtaking beauty. Yet, as we stepped out onto the deck where the ceremony would take place, the vista before me far surpassed their glowing reviews.

It was as if the heavens had conspired to create a perfect day for Mingi and Yunho's special moment. The sky was a brilliant blue, without a cloud in sight, and even Diamond Head seemed to stand tall, ready to witness the lovers' union. The gentle late autumn breeze carried the intoxicating scent of blooming plumeria, enriching the romantic atmosphere that filled the air.

While Yeosang hurried off to greet his boyfriend, who had just arrived with some of our friends, Yoongi and I made our way to find seats. To the left of the aisle—in front of a breathtaking ombré wall of roses fading from soft pink to deep crimson—stood a sign on a sturdy wooden easel. Its message, written in elegant cursive, read: 'Pick a seat, not a side. We're all family, once the knot is tied.'

As Yoongi and I settled into the sleek, transparent ghost chairs, a gentle hum of hushed voices and soft laughter surrounded us. Guests murmured about the beauty of the setting, calling it a feast for the senses, and I couldn't help but agree.

Vases filled with elegant white orchids and lilies, nestled among lush palm fronds, lined the aisle, a refined alternative to more extravagant bouquets. Identical arrangements adorned the wooden hexagonal structure where my friends would soon exchange their vows.

Sweet melodies from a Navy string quartet floated through the air, their notes light and graceful. The musicians, dressed in full military regalia, lent an air of dignity to the already elegant scene.

As I glanced around at the other guests, I was struck by the number of service men and women in crisp, formal uniforms, their medals and insignia glinting in the soft light. It was a poignant moment, seeing so many military personnel at the wedding of two men. It underscored how far society had come in accepting same-sex relationships. Just a few decades ago, the simple act of a male soldier holding hands with another man in public would have sparked outrage and even violence. Their presence here sent a powerful message—that love transcends gender and sexual orientation. This moment felt like a beacon of hope, lighting the path towards a more inclusive and accepting future.

Yoongi's arm snaked around my waist, pulling me close as he nestled me into the curve of his body. I couldn't help but smile, a beaming grin that spread across my face as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to my forehead. I hoped this sensation would never grow old—having his lips on me always sent a shiver down my spine. Whether it was a tender gesture or a heated moment, Yoongi's touch never failed to lift my spirits.

I gazed up at him, my voice barely a whisper. "You look so handsome, Baby." As the words left my lips, a familiar flutter stirred in my stomach like butterflies taking flight. I was enchanted by the way Yoongi's cheeks flushed a delicate pink at my words. I loved how I could draw out this vulnerable side of him, just as his intense gaze could leave me breathless.

I leaned in to kiss him, but our romantic bubble burst as more guests began filling the seats. Wooyoung slipped into the chair beside me, his arm casually draped around Leilani and rested on her growing bump. Jimin and Poppy took the last two seats in our row, which was positioned between the rows where the rest of our friends sat—some in the row ahead of us and others directly behind.

As the officiant took her place beneath the geometric arch, a hush fell over the gathering. The music shifted to an acoustic rendition of Israel Kamakawiwo'ole's soulful "What A Wonderful World."

All eyes turned towards the entrance, anticipation buzzing in the air. Tears welled in my eyes as I watched Mingi make his way down the aisle. Dressed in a sleek black suit, his confident strides closed the distance. While others looked for Yunho's arrival at the end of the aisle, my gaze remained fixed on the man at the front. I saw Mingi's eyes shimmering with joyful tears, which spilt over as he watched his very soon-to-be husband walk towards him.

The officiant launched into an eloquent and heartfelt speech about love and the union of two souls. As I listened, I couldn't help but wonder if this was something I might have in my future. Would I one day exchange vows with Yoongi, or perhaps someone else who might sweep me off my feet? Or would fate put me back on my original course, where I ended up six feet under thanks to the Blue-Side Serpents?

These two questions caused my mind to spiral. My thoughts became a labyrinth, each turn leading me deeper into a maze of uncertainty and possibilities. Would I still be soaking up the sun-kissed beaches of Hawaii a year from now, or would I be back in the concrete jungle of New York? Could Namjoon send me off to some unknown destination if the gang found me here? The idea of starting over again sent a shudder through me. Another turn in my mind: would I still be in Honolulu, working for Wooyoung—a great boss I loved platonically—or would I be something other than being a waitress? And if I changed careers again, what would I want to do? Did I still harbour my teenage dream of becoming a dermatologist, or had my passions shifted, pushing me towards something that would bring a deeper sense of purpose and fulfilment?

Yoongi's fingers intertwined with mine, and he lifted our joined hands to his lips, brushing them with a tender kiss. It was as if he had X-ray vision, seeing right through to the chaotic storm in my mind. His gentle touch was my lifeline, a steady anchor preventing me from being swept away by the turbulent tides of my thoughts. As I leaned into his comforting embrace, his calming energy enveloped me, soothing my frayed nerves.

I forced my brain to shut off as I watched Mingi's fingers wrap around the microphone, his hand trembling. Last week, while tipsy from the Halloween cocktails, the gentle giant had admitted this part was what he was most nervous about. As he slurred his confession while dressed as a vampire, I could feel the weight of his fear, a burden he'd been carrying silently. Now, with the spotlight on him, that fear was palpable—the slight quiver of his hands and the faint sheen of sweat on his brow gave him away.

"Yunho, before I met you, I was scared of love. I never thought I was good enough to have someone to call my own," Mingi began, his voice trembling. I couldn't hear what Yunho whispered to him, but whatever it was seemed to steady Mingi. His voice grew stronger as he continued, "But the day I met you, you began dismantling the walls I'd built, one brick at a time. You've shown me that love isn't about being perfect—it's about being perfectly imperfect together.

"You've taught me to embrace my flaws and to see the beauty in yours. With you, I've found a love that is patient, kind, and unwavering. Today, I promise to stand by your side, support your dreams, and cherish every moment we share. I vow to always be your rock, your confidant, and your biggest fan. I love you, Yunho, with all that I am. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Yu-Yu."

From the sound of sniffles around me, I doubted there was a dry eye left in the crowd. I'd seen love in many forms before—in romantic comedies, in the eyes of newlyweds, and the whispers of secret admirers. But this was different. This was intimate, raw, and real. For the first time, I was witnessing someone I cared deeply for laying bare their heart for all to see. Mingi was unapologetically vulnerable.

I gazed up at Yoongi, and my heart skipped a beat as I noticed a tear tracing its way down his cheek, mirroring the one I'd just wiped from mine. Without thinking, I reached up and gently wiped it away, then pressed a soft kiss to the same spot, a quiet reminder that he wasn't alone in this moment.

It was powerful to see men shedding their tough exteriors and allowing their emotions to flow freely. In a world where societal norms dictate that men should be stoic and unemotional, this moment was a defiant act of courage. It was a testament to the idea that vulnerability is strength, not weakness.

"Damn it, Munchkin, I knew I should have gone first," Yunho playfully complained, tears streaming down his face. Laughter erupted from the guests, and the light-hearted mood filled the air. Once the chuckles subsided, Yunho squared his shoulders and took a deep breath. "I don't know if anything I say will sound as good as that, but I'll try.

"It's said that love is patient and kind, love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. But in my experience, that isn't just describing love; it's describing you, Mingi Song. You are the most patient and kind man I have ever met. You never complained when I was deployed overseas, but were waiting patiently for my return. You never thought about leaving me when I came back broken; instead, you put your life on hold to help me recover. You weren't envious of the other spouses whose loved ones returned healthy while I was learning to walk again. You never boast about your accomplishments, and you're never arrogant or rude to anyone.

"Mingi, I promise to always sing your praises to everyone I meet because I'm incredibly proud of you. I promise to love and cherish you every day of our lives. I promise to be the best husband and, if we're lucky enough to have kids, the best dad. I'm not a perfect man, but being your husband will be the closest to perfection that anyone could hope to get. I love you, Mingi, now and forever."