UNEDITED

"Dearly Beloved," Jisungs older step-brother said, voice loud and soulful. At first Jisung was simply going to ask the preist who had christened all his 16 siblings, until he remembered that his oldest step-brother was an ordained clergy (which Minho found hilarious).

"We are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join Lee Minho," the man stated before turning to give his brother a encouraging smile, "and Han Jisung in matrimony commended to be honorable among all."

Jisung took the short pause as a moment to look into the audience, familiar faces dotted here and there. Luckily, all the business people and celebrities wouldn't be here until the reception- leaving the ceremony with only closely trusted (after a thorough background check) friends and family.

On the front row of seats sat his groomsmen and the flower girls (his younger sisters and niece), while on the opposite side of the room sat Minho's groomsmen (who were all, to Jisung's horror, assassins) and the ringer bearers (also Jisung's younger brother and cousins).

Sitting behind them on the second row was Felix, who was not so subtly blinking away tears, a baby in his arms who looked as bored as Jisungs grandfather.

Luckily, it seemed Jisungs brother was more than happy to officiate this very rushed but well planned wedding, "Therefore it is not to be entered into lightly but reverently, passionately, lovingly and solemnly."

Minho snorted at that and Jisung had to hold himself back from kicking him in the shins. This wedding was far from reverent and solemn, not quite passionate but- from the amused gaze Minho watched his fiance with- both men hoped there was love, especially after the events of earlier today.

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The first thing Jisung saw when Minho walked into the safe house was the blood stained shirt, and he screamed.

Minho, not so gracefully, panicked and rushed into the room- tripping over the monopoly hotels Felix had flung across the room when he went bankrupt- and all but fell into Jisungs bed.

Jisung was still screaming when Minho grabbed onto his fiance face, aware of the small baby who was now awake was also in the room, and made Jisung look him straight in the eyes. "Jisung! Stop screaming! I'm fine! Look, I'm alright!"

"You...what the fu-"

"BABY!" Felix shouted, holding up Minjun as if to prove some point, but Jisung was past caring right now.

He glared at the man in front of him, "Lee Minho. Not only did you go out looking for bad guys hours before our wedding but you think an acceptable wedding gift is a unfairly adorable baby and now you're in my bed COVERED IN BLOOD."

"Uh- It was just a scratch?" Minho supplied, hands still clasping Jisungs cheeks- making him look more like a squirrel.

"A scratch?!" Or an angry, murderous, furious squirrel. "Also-" he pointed at Minjun, who laughed happily at the sudden attention, "As much as I want kids, may I remind you that our wedding is in less than 10 hours?!"

Minho flinched at that, slowly removing his hands from Jisungs face. He was scared of this- that Jisung wouldn't accept Minjun, and he couldn't blame him. But after what Nayeon had done, sacrificed a life with her son for him, Minho was not going to allow the boy to be orphaned.

But from the absolute anger on Jisungs face, Minho found his hopes slowly deteriorating.

"I-" was all he managed to say before Jisung shut him up.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to find baby suits at such short notice?!"

Minho stopped, back tracked and was now just confused. So very eloquently he stated, "huh?"

"For Minjun," Jisung supplied frustatredly, "He needs a suit for the wedding and it's such short notice! Where's my phone- Felix! Where did you throw my phone after I beat you at monopoly-"

"You cheated!"

"Someone quick! Find it before I go into a cardiac arrest and-"

"You don't mind?" Minho asked in a small voice, instantly grabbing Jisungs attention.

Jisung now looked worried, angry and confused all at the same time, "What the bloody hell is wrong with you? Of course I don't fucking mind- what I do mind about is how you are still covered in blood and you-"

Ah, Minho thought, so this is love.

He watched Jisung rant about his health and blood pressure; before he began to worry over Minho's injuries. Jisung looked tired and worn out, like he hadn't slept at all, and Minho's heart fluttered at the thought of Jisung waiting for him to return.

"Wait hold on," The business man glared accusingily at Minho, "Did you even go to your suit fitting?"

Minho had the decency to look sheepish before Jisung groaned loudly and pretended to die, landing on his pillows with a tongue sticking out his mouth. Minjun laughed at the action, making Jisung open one eye to him a smile.

Felix however winced, pitying the babies first few years in life.

"Alright alright you drama queen," the mafia bosses son said with a smirk, unbeknownst to Felix's frown, "You'd think you were the one who fell out a building into a helicopter."

However, as soon as that sentence left his mouth he regretted it. Judging by the sudden fear in Felix's eyes as he slowly walked out of the room with the baby, he concluded he was horribly and utterly screwed.

"You fell out of a what?! Are you insane or stupid? Or both? Who in there right mind would- into a helicopter no less! Do you have no sense of self preservation?! No survival instinct? Even a fucking fish has more intellect that an idiot who-"

But also incredibly endeared in his future husband.

Though, as Jisung ranted, Minho could faintly hear the sounds of a baby cooing outside their room; and a familiar aching feeling took over his chest.

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"Into this - these two persons present now come to be joined." The man said exaggeratedly.

After an extremely rushed 7 hours of final preparations, the wedding was underway and going smoothly. Catering was alright and, surprisingly, all 16 of Jisungs siblings and their hundreds of relatives showed up. Minho, as if this was a contest, invited all his closest associates who he called family, and Minho's father invited his friends just to show off about the gorgeous wedding planning.

Overall, Jisung was proud of himself. Although he couldn't wait until the reception, where the real preparations and hours worth of flowers will pay off.

Noticing Jisung's distracted daze, Minho lightly brushed his thumbs across Jisungs hands. Thier hands were tightly intertwined, empty of rings for only a few more minutes.

Both men found themselves unexpectedly nervous, but a whole lot more excited then a few days ago.

It was strange really, Jisung thought, as he watched Minhos nervous smile and lip biting for what felt like the hundredth time, how easily he fell in love.

It was frankly dangerous, but just like how their lives would be from now on, Jisung concluded that dangerous was his new favourite thing.

He spoke too soon.

"If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together - let them speak now or forever hold their peace."

Strictly speaking, when a loud explosion rang through the venue was heard right after that damned sentence was uttered, Jisung shouldn't have been that surprised.

He had nearly died twice in the past 2 days and his fiance fell out of building only hours before, at this point there was no horrid situation that would genuinely frighten Jisung.

That was until the doors slammed open and everyone in the venue jumped to their feet, staring horrified at the dozens of people who had just barged in in suits wearing clown masks on their faces and humongous weapons strapped onto their bodies.

"Well sir, since you asked so nicely," A smooth voice said behind a mask, supposedly the leader, "I object to this wedding. Han Jisung will not and will never marry Lee Minho."

"You have got be kidding me." Jisung said exasperatedly, "What does it take for a man to get married around here?"

Minjun was the first one to let out a high scream before the wedding ceremony erupted into chaos.

MISSION FILE;
CHAPTER 8

NOTES;
will jisung ever
get married at
this rate? find out
next time on;
'minsung nearly die
for the 4th time this
week!'

DATE;
030419