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mayaflowerxs · 1 year

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WHERE’S THE GROOM?

Synopsis: What was meant to be a simple bachelor & bachelorette party for the wed to be couple. The night ends in massive chaos, how much worse could it get? Oh right, the groom goes missing, the mafia is after you and the wedding is in a few short hours. How on earth will you make it to the wedding on time?

Warning: Humor / SMUTTY / Angsty? LONG Fic, A bit angsty not too much promise, Swear word usage, alcohol/drugs consumptions! TW blood, vomit. Mentions of abortion, pregnancy. Gambling, accidental marriage, stripping, vandalizing and Illegal activity, massive hang over inspired by the movie The Hangover. F!boy & groom!Jaemin, Strict & Maid of honor!reader. Enemies to lovers type trope.

Pairing: Jaemin x f!reader

The phone rang once…twice…thrice

“Hello?” The worried feminine voice says the second they answer the phone. “Hey Angie…” you let out awkwardly. A relieved sigh is heard, a few voices you can’t quite make out in the background but it sounds hushed and you can only assume they’re asking the woman on the phone with you to ask their questions. “Hun where are you? You left sometime last night and you’re no where to be found.” She asks you worriedly.

“Mark nor any of the guys are here, are they with you?” Dejected by the fact that the very man you’re currently searching for wasn’t at the reception, you look behind you. All four guys, beaten and bruised leaned exhaustedly on the beat up car. None being Mark. Checking the time, a good five hours before the wedding starts. There’s no way you could even get there in time nonetheless find the missing groom on top of that. After searching a whole day for him, you wonder if he’ll ever show up. You don’t know how much longer you can go in keeping this reality a secret to your best friend, so with that you decide to simply come out with the truth. “Angie I got to tell you something…”

3 DAYS EARLIER

The time was nearing. Time ticked which meant the stress was at an all time high. Demands were shout left and right, speed bumps are bound to appear and a distressed maid was at the brink of losing it. And as the maid of honor, it was your duty to keep things at bay. As much as you possible could, going through the check list phone calls were endless. Customer service was complete Bull and the amount of patience was thinning each passing second but you pulled through. Because if there isn’t a stable maid of honor, there is no stable bride which means no stable wedding.

“Are the bridesmaid dresses here?” You hear Angie’s mother ask one of the housekeepers. Living in a large mansion Angie’s father gifted her for her wedding gift, the large house is now packed with guests. The wedding coordinator, the stylists for hair, dress, makeup, shoes everything were here and with their many suitcases of items. The gardeners out back finishing the last touches of their work, the ice sculpture was strolled in by the carriers. “What is that doing here?” The large chunk of ice sculpted Mark dipping Angie with a bouquet of roses in her hands. “This shouldn’t be here until the day of the wedding.” Louis the wedding coordinator claps his hands at the men. Shrugging they take a step back. “We were told to deliver it the 10th.” “No, I said the 14th and besides it’s not even the 10th it’s the 11th?!” Sighing he shakes his head and shoos them away. “Esmeralda!” He calls out for one of the cooks, “Put it in the freezer for now.” He says before walking off.

Eyes widened as she takes a look at the large sculpture. “But…how?”

The loud barking of Angie’s Great Dane is heard as he comes hurling in from being outside in the backyard. Trailing in tracks of dirt, everyone is frantic to get him away from the decorations that were mostly of warm/bright colors. Chasing after Billy, the orange cat your best friend insisted on keeping after finding him in the trash can. The two knock into the furniture and even manage to break a vase. “Bobby!” The maid’s mother shouts for the butler. And as the house erupts in chaos, just in comes the happy couple. Hand in hand beaming from ear to ear. “Y/n!” Angie beams upon seeing your frantic state. Rushing over to you, she wraps her arms around you. “Can you believe the bachelorette party is tomorrow? Gosh and we got to be in Vegas tonight!” Only letting out a mere chuckle, with her still hugging you, you quickly extend your leg out to catch the flower vase that was tipped over by her Great Dane.

“Oh Henry! Are you excited too?” She pulls away to hug the large dog. Walking over and grabbing the vase from where it leaned on your foot, you send Mark an appreciative smile. “Sorry about the wreck.” He tells you, shrugging you shove him playfully. “Isn’t that what weddings are about? Stressing the hell out of you until you’re pushed into the arms of hard liquor?” Snorting he nods, “Well at least we have a quick break before the real shit goes down.” “Yeah easy for you to say I don’t see you stressing over what napkins matches the theme color.” Rolling his eyes he grins, “You know Angie is fine with whatever right? We never wanted a big wedding, hell we could’ve just gotten married in a random chapel.”

“Absolutely not.” You frown at the thought. “I’m Angie’s best friend and as her best friend she automatically gets the best quality a best friend could give her which is a fantastic coordinated wedding. The least I could do, now as I told her I’m going to tell you, do not worry, have fun and don’t mess with anything I didn’t approve of you to touch!” Slapping his hand away from the wedding cake that was being strolled in, he winces and pouts slightly. “Geez okay.” He huffs but smiles regardless. “Now let me get back to my duties-“ you move past him and start barking orders again. “Those dresses need to be hanged not a single wrinkle in sight! When I go outside it better look exactly as I saw it in the catalogue. Those petals need to be displayed out on the grass ASAP, chop chop people!”

“I see she’s still the same bossy devil I saw a few months back,” Mark hears his friend mutter. Looking over and seeing Jaemin and the others enter the house he’s quick to greet them. Pat to the back as they grin at him, “Ready for Vegas?” Jeno asks him, “Hell yeah.” He chuckles. “But! Nothing too crazy right?” He points a stern finger at them, “We heard you loud and clear the first sixteen times man promise it’s just going to be a casual night at a casino.” Chenle raises his hand. Grinning he nods, “Alright, Vegas here we come!” Cheering with him, they whistle and hoot until it echoes throughout the house.

Five in the afternoon and it seems like there’s still so much to do. But you could only do so much, “Bitch, I promise everything is under control it’s why I’m here! Isn’t this why I was contracted?” Bobby crosses his arms and looks around for approvals from the other bridesmaids. “Bitch?…” you mutter to yourself, never were you called that before. Couldn’t tell if the gays meant that as an insult or a compliment. Probably neither but as he snapped his fingers and pushed you out the door, he grabs your luggage and hands it to you. “Me and my gremlins here..” pointing over to his employees who wave at you with a smile, “have it all under control. Now all you have to do is have fun and bring the bride in one piece. Remember no bride or groom means no wedding…” walking over to you, he sets his hands on your shoulder with a tight smile on his face. “Which also means, 234 hours spent on this wedding would all go down the drain and if that were to happen then I may just lose my marbles.” He giggles. At loss for words, you only nod at him and walk after the girls with your luggage in hand. “Have fun!” He shouts from upstairs.

Clapping her hands, Angie gets her driver to carry all the suitcases to the black SUV. “Are you girls ready for Vegas!” Letting out a series of cheers, she excitedly walks out the house waving for the rest to follow. And as the car is erupted in loud chit chat, you sit on the side, facing the window with a million worries in mind. Truly hoping, that nothing will go to shit in these last few days.

The hotel was truly luxurious. Arriving just on time, happy you planned accordingly. Going for the next set of agendas, you walk over to the reception. “Hi!” The woman greets, taken aback you chuckle lightly, “Okay um…hello!” You respond back just as enthusiastically. A grin on the clerks face, you give her the name under the rooms registration. “Oh! Ms. Lee, you’re booked for a suite on the twelfth floor yeah?” Nodding, Angie rests her acrylic nails on the marble counter and look around in awe. “Ooh pretty chandelier.” She can’t help but watch in amazement, “yep, pretty.” You say and watch how easily entertained your best friend is. A match made in Heaven with her and Mark whom seem to have freakishly similar personalities, “here’s your key cards-“ “Great thanks!” Grabbing them, you quickly rush the girls to follow after you. Excitedly they do and as all six of you fit into the small elevator, the door opens and proceeds to send all of you upward. And just as it did, in came the groom and groomsmen. “Damn this place is off the charts.” Haechan gasps.

A snorts comes from Mark as he agrees. “You really got it lucky in having a rich father in law.” Jaemin nudges his shoulder. “Hey I make money!” He tried to defend himself. “Yeah, an accountant is alright I guess. But now you’re going to be inheriting his company doesn’t that seem surreal?” Chenle shakes his shoulders. “You’re making it seem like money’s all I’m here for.” He snorts. “Oh of course not you would never.” Jeno pats his shoulder. “But if it was me…” sighing he nods his head. “I’d date any chick, hot or ugly.” “Okay, nice to know.” Mark nods and ignores the crowd of laughs from the guys a she goes to check.

“We have a room with two beds?” “Wait that’s it?” Jaemin cuts in. “I’m sorry, but the only other room registered in your name was just admitted.” Scoffing he looks over to the boys. “Guess the bridesmaids got it before us.” “See I told you, we should’ve gone to a different hotel.” Renjun tells him. “It’s alright,” Mark calms them down. “We can just use the master bedroom-“ “No way!” Jaemin cuts him off. “We’re adults this isn’t a sleep over, ma’am do you have any villas or something?”

“Actually…we do. We have one more.”

“Great we’ll take it.” About to take his card out, Jaemin stops him. “No way you’re paying Mark.” “But-“ “No man this is your bachelor party, we got it…Haechan.” The group looks over at him expectedly. With a huff, he takes out his credit card. “You know my wife’s going to kill me if she finds out.” “Look it’s not going to be swiped until the morning, relax we’ll..take out a loan or something.” Nodding, he gives the clerk his credit card reluctantly. And when given the key cards, Chenle claps his hands . “So! Shall we get this party started?”

Angie made it clear she didn’t want anything too rowdy. Both her and Mark agreed nothing to extreme which meant no strippers. For you, you couldn’t agree more. You never understand why the need for strippers, why the need for body parts to be shoved in your face? Doesn’t seem so faithful given you’re going to get married the next day. Even more when touching is involved. That tradition always seemed bizarre to you, and you were glad the happy couple agreed against it. And so, as originally planned you’d be taking her to a fine and divine hall. A table full of the best pastries, some light music playing and wine for the girls. Presents for the wife to be and some speeches the bridesmaids wrote for her. Something elegant and classy, nothing too extreme.

Getting ready, makeup placed here and there. Heels clanking the floor and dresses being out on along with blow dryers being turned on and vibrating throughout the suite, finally the eight of you are ready. Lip check to make sure no stains are present, last spray of perfume and grabbing purses, you make your way on out. Piling in the SUV, chatter is made until arriving to the hall. Soon after arriving, the bottle of wine and champagne is popped and as the glasses were being filled. You went for a toast. “A toast for our dearest friend, to have the best time of her life during her marriage and a toast to her final day as a non-wedded woman.” Cheering, the glasses are clanked and in did the drinks go into your systems. After a few hours went by, more of that alcohol was drank. And as more gossip was made, louder did the laughs get. Harder did the liquor kick, “I think!” One of the girls raise her hand to gain the attention of the others. “I think! We should go..to the casino!” Immediately the others agree and even though you never put it into your agenda you couldn’t see why not.

Angie, who trusts your leadership skills. Looks over at you with a plead in her eyes. Practically bouncing in her seat as she silently begs for you to agree. Slamming your hand on the table, you nod. “Mm fuck it! Why not!” You manage to slur out and soon your words were followed by a loud chorus of cheers.

An hour before midnight and you made it to the casino. Lights flashed brightly, slightly blinding you. The chauffeur opened the door for you and guided the driver where to park. And as he did that, you got out the SUV and immediately wrapped an arm around your best friend. Noticing a large grin plastered on her face. “Ready to have fun?” You ask her. “Yes!” “Okay then let’s blow our money down the drain!”

NEXT MORNING 8:04 AM

Sun cascading down the large windows, shining brightly on Haechan’s sleeping figure. Wincing when the sun begins to warm his face up does he wake up. Strands of feathers are floating in the air, the pillows on the floor and ripped to shreds. Cushions dismantled, bottles of liquor scattered all over the floor. The walls plastered with paint, the entire villa was flipped upside down. The once clean tidied floor was now in absolute ruins. The portraits once hung up were on the floor and ripped. The wine glasses on the floor a few still holding a bit of the red wine while others were slightly broken. The loud bang of a door closing is what truly wakes Hyuck and gets him off the cold floor. In nothing but boxers, he spits out a chunk of confetti that was in his mouth. Hair covered in silly string and a purple and green bead necklace around his neck.

He felt sore and tense around his shoulders and neck. Possibly from the bad position he slept in, his hair flared up, he turns to look at a mirror near him and notices the condition he’s in. Eyes squinting to limit the amount of light coming in, head buzzing loudly in his head as everything seems to be too fuzzy for him. Feeling the sudden need to whizz, he stands and takes cautious steps to the bathroom. Closing the door behind him and lifting the toilet seat, he lowers his boxers and begins to pee. He’s hung over, he knows that. He’s been through it before and one thing he knows is that he struggles to figure what he hears is exactly true or not. And when he hears the loud hiss, one you can be sure it’s from a snake. He swears there was one in the bathroom with him, but he turns his head to confirm it was all in his head.

He pauses when he sees it though. Huge and in the flesh, the large black, gray and black markings on its skin along with the large size gave it a dead give away on what it was. Watching as it seized up, Haechan widens his eyes and runs out the bathroom, slamming the door shut before it came after him. Frantic and not once looking at his surroundings, he comes hurdling down on Jaemin who is laid on the floor past out. Only, he wasn’t alone. “Ow!” Both bodies let out. Rudely awaken, they go to glare at the person responsible for tripping over them until they realize their current position. Eyes widen the two shove Haechan off them and spring up on their feet. Screaming and shouting, “What the hell were you doing next to me?!” You demand at the blue haired boy. “Me?! Why are you half naked?!” He points at you currently covering yourself with the single white sheet you had around you. “You are too!” Looking down and realizing he was in fact almost naked, only wearing boxers and shorts that he doesn’t remember packing. Widening his eyes, he’s mortified at the possibility that you…and him… “No way!” The two of you shoot in unison.

The sound of cans are rattled along with a loud groan. Glasses propped on their nose and a party hat on their head, Jeno hazily wakes up from his slumber, on the coffee table. “What the hell..?” He looks down at his bare chest. Tapping on the stains on his chest. Lip stains all over his chest, one he does not remember getting at all. Sitting up and wincing when he feels a kink in his neck, he adds pressure on it and notices his surroundings. “What’s…going on?” Looking over and seeing Chenle still passed out on the fucked up couch. Jeno kicks him awake. Whining, he swat at his leg until he’s kicked hard enough on his side. “Ow! What the hell!” Orange hair spiked up, he sits up. The others notice the darkness around his eyes. Smeared with mascara and lipstick this only adds further confusion, and more of the same question. What happened last night?

Tapping him repeatedly, Jaemin gives Haechan a look. “What man?” “T-There’s…” “Theres what?” “A python in the bathroom!” In disbelief, Jaemin blinks a few times before repeating his words. “A python?” Nodding, he glances over at you who only focuses on finding your clothes through the large mess made everywhere. “I think the alcohol really fucked with your head man..” walking over and turning the knob, he opens the door only to widen his eyes upon coming face to face with the snake. “Woah!” Closing it just in time, the loud bang is heard on the door by the sudden impact the snake made when it stroke at him. Laughing, he goes over to the other guys and points at the bathroom. “There really is a fucking python.” Still half asleep and completely hunger over, Jeno rubs his eyes while Chenle rubs his face. “What the fuck happened last night man?” Jeno asks seriously. “Yeah look at this place, for sure they’re going to make us pay extra for this.” Chenle adds. Eyes widening, Haechan rushes over to them.

“Oh no! I’m so screwed, god I’m definitely getting an ear full from my girl!” He hits his forehead. “Where are the others?” Looking around and noticing three were missing from the group, “Maybe they woke up earlier? Went to breakfast?” Chenle says but it seems no one was too sure. “Well you know what!” You interrupt them. “This was just…lovely. So if you don’t mind.” Going to grab your heels you continue to search for one last piece of clothing but can’t seem to find. “Where the hell is my…you know what? I don’t care, good luck. Grab Mark and get his ass straight back home and I’ll be doing the same with the bride.” You salute them and make your way over to the door. And as you do, Jaemin feels his pocket stuffed with something. Brows furrowed, he buries his hand in there and freezes when he feels the material. Taking it out slowly and sees the red thin article of clothing he had kept in his pocket.

“Um y/n…I think I found what you were looking for.” Rolling your eyes, you’re ready to tell him off but pause in horror at the sight. The other guys are shocked to see what he had in his hand, and why it managed to be in his pocket. “Why do you have my thong?!”

Walking out of the villa together, frazzled and utterly flustered, you had ripped your thong out of the insufferable man’s grip. Currently pressing the button on the elevator there’s a silence amongst the group that’s becoming unbearable. And when the elevator opens, you’re all shocked to see a woman currently getting downed on by a dude. “Ok,” you nod and wait for them to fix themselves up and stand side by side. Taking a step in, the air is much thicker this time. So much awkwardness you simply wish to die that very instant. “…so the two of you Huh?” Haechan speaks in regard to you and Jaemin. “Shut up.” You two reply sternly almost instantly, hearing a slap. Haechan receives it by Jeno and a smirk on Chenle’s face. By the time you get off, you make your way over to the cafeteria, it’s packed which means you have to find a seat outside. Busying himself with filling up his tray, both Haechan and Chenle are inside while the rest sit under the small umbrella that doesn’t do a good job protecting you from the blazing hot sun.

“Have you called Jisung and Renjun yet?” Jeno asks Jaemin. “I’m going to now.” “Yeah I should call Angie, tell her what’s going on.” Taking your phone out, you notice the large quantity of text messages from the girls. ‘Hello? Y/n? Are you okay? Where are you?’ Angie immediately answers, ‘I’m okay Angie, just having a rough morning…hey do you remember what happened last night?’ Hearing a chuckle on the other end, ‘Of course how could I not? We all got wasted last night. We went to the casino but I actually left the group earlier because I ran into Mark and the boys.’

‘Hey Jisung, where are you man?’ You hear Jaemin say on his phone call. ‘Eventually me and Mark kinda went somewhere private if you know what I mean,’ rolling your eyes, you smile sheepishly and tell her yes. ‘But we then parted and went back to our own parties. I didn’t see you there and I was told you had met with Jaemin so I didn’t intervene and when it got late went back to our suite. I assumed you’d come back but I didn’t see you here. We have to get going, where are you?’

‘What do you mean you’re on a flight home?!’ You hear Jaemin exclaim. ‘Is Mark at least with you?’ About to respond to her, Jaemin pulls the phone away from him and whisper hushedly at the two of you. “Mark isn’t with them.”

‘Y/n?’ You hear Angie say on the other line. ‘Yeah I’m here, look I won’t be able to make it back with you but I’ll get a ride back from the guys yeah?’ Hearing a teasingly tone to her voice, ‘Ooh of course. Don’t worry you have fun with Jaemin.’ ‘No, that’s not why-‘ ‘Have fun!’ And then the line cuts. Setting the phone down, you watch as Jaemin runs a frustrated hand through his hair and continues to talk with them. ‘I’ll have to call you back alright? Ok bye-‘. hearing Jisung saying wait just before getting cut off, Jaemin sets his phone down. “Relax man.” Jeno pats his back, “Maybe Mark is out somewhere, shopping maybe.” Backing away from his hands, Jaemin gives him a look. “Shopping? Really?” Huffing, Jeno rolls his eyes and takes out his phone. “Fine! I’ll call him and prove to you he’s fine!” A loud clank is heard on the table, two big plates of food was set in front of you. Large grins plastered on the returning boys who take a seat. “So…any news?” Haechan asks taking a sip from his slurpee.

Getting them up to date, a phone begins to ring. Looking at each other, everyone’s head turns slowly at Haechan who happily eats his Mac and cheese. Stopping mid spoon full, he raised a brow. “What?” “What’s in your pocket?” Chenle speaks, staring at the phone that buzzes. Looking down, he takes the device out and sees the caller ID, “Jeno?” Turning over, he sees the look his friend gives him. “Oh! I have his phone you guys!” He flashes it. “Why?” Pausing, he tries to recall the reason for it but shakes his head, “Who knows.” And goes back to eating. Groaning, the group seems dejected before Jaemin grabs a napkin and opens your purse. “Hey!” “Relax I’m getting a pen, what’s up with the crackers in your bag?” He raises a brow at you. “What? There were very good, don’t know where that hall bought them from but for the price they made us pay for ‘em hell yeah I was going to take some with me.” Shaking his head, he tries to ignore what he had just heard and goes to write on the napkin.

“Okay what does everyone remember from last night?” There’s a moment of silence before Haechan speaks up. “Oh! We went to the roof where we took a few shots of Jager.” Nodding. He writes it down. “Jager?” You scrunch your nose in disgust. “That’s…” “what not up to your taste? Miss prissy princess here only ever drinks the finest wine and most expensive champagne?” Scoffing you flip the blue haired boy off. “Okay what else.” “The casino.” Jeno speaks up. “Right!” You pitch in, “Angie said we all ran into each other there. That her and Mark had left together and then came back.” “Do you know what time?” “No, but she said by the time she returned to the group I was gone and had gone off…with you.” Tensing, Jaemin stops writing and pauses. The guys all do too and glance between the two of you. No one still not sure if the two of you really did sleep with each other but little by little, seems to be getting harder to deny that wonder.

Clearing his throat, “Okay…anything else?” Looking at each other and seeing no one was speaking up, Chenle does. “Does anyone actually remember anything from last night?” Everyone groans and shakes their heads. Covering your face with your hands, you feel your hand get tugged harshly by none other than the guy you can’t stand. “What the hell!” “What’s this?” Looking over at what he was staring at, you gasp at the sight. Retracting your hand, you shake your head and say no like a mantra. Horrified, you look over to the boys and raise your hand. “I’m…married.”

“What?!” Erupting in confusion, they start to ask questions they know you had no answer to. And while they continue to wonder what exactly went down, you feel an itch in between your boobs. Digging in your bra and feeling the touch of a paper. Taking it out and seeing it was beige and folded, they all quiet down upon seeing it. “What is it?” Mouthing agape, you look over at Jaemin who feels his heart pick up in speed. Leg began to bounce excessively and palms starting to sweat. Seeing you flip the paper around, his worst fear became true. “We’re married.”

The door to the bathroom is slammed open, pushing a girl in your way to the side ignoring the loud hey she throws out and into the nearest stall you go in. Toilet filling up with your vomit, you grip onto the edge of the toilet as more of the liquor starts to hurl out. Throat tightening and hating the acidic taste, you start to wonder if alcohol was all you had last night. The time seemed to have stopped and every time you thought you were done, you went back to puking again. By the time you were finished, you sat against the wall and closed your eyes. Too nauseous, too weak to even breathe. The room was spinning which only had you wanting to vomit again. Your stomach growled, it twisted and turned. It hurt and as you gripped an arm around your midriff to add pressure it wasn’t helping. You felt as if you were going to die. Feeling as if the world was collapsing on you and after the revelation of your marriage with the very man you can’t stand, the metaphor may not be too far off.

All four guys stand outside the woman’s bathroom. Leaning against the white wall as they wait for you to get out and get a move on. First stop to the chapel where apparently, you and Jaemin had closed the hatchet. When you did, hands slightly wet after smearing your mouth, face, hair everywhere that felt hot and yucky. “You look like shit.” Jeno tells you. Glaring at him, you take another weak step out and take a deep breath. Too out of breath to even utter a word you merely point to the exit and start moving. “How will we even get there? Do we even have Mark’s Mercedes? What if he left with it?” “Haechan why would he leave and not come back?” “Well do you have any other explanation Jaemin? If he’s not here it’s because he went somewhere and no way in hell did he leave without his Mercedes, dude fucking loves that car.”

“Here’s your vehicle sir.” The chauffeur says as he gets out of the vehicle and hands Jaemin the keys. A moment of silence as everyone sends each other looks. “Thanks!” Jaemin says and walks off into the direction of the cop car. “Uh Jaemin-“ “Don’t question it, get in.” Panicked, you whisper shout at him. “Are you crazy?! This is highly illegal!” Rolling his eyes, he shoots you a bored look. “God can you stop being so stuck up for one second? If we want to find Mark then we better get in and go to that chapel. After that we can just drop it off,” opening the car door he gets in followed by the other guys. Scoffing you look around you in disbelief. “No one else sees the fuckery?” “Y/n get in or I’m leaving you!” Jaemin shouts. Stomping your foot, you open the door forcibly and get in, in the back seat. “God damn it!”

Traffic was a pain. The loud chorus of honking continuously went off, a jam a few meters ahead causing the entire city to stop. The more the drivers honked the worst your head ache became. “Fucking hell can’t you find any other way to get through?” “Does it look like there is?!” Jaemin snaps back. Cursing underneath his breath, his eyes look over to the side of the road. And then it clicked. “Hang on.” The loud sirens go off, and soon Jaemin speeds onto the sidewalk. Turning on the mic as he speeds by even with pedestrians on it. “Police this is an emergency!” “Jaemin what are you doing?!” You ask him as you try to keep your head down, not wanting any one to catch sight of you. “You asked for another way princess, or should I say wife.” Gaining a laugh from Jeno who sits in the front, he grabs the microphone from Jaemin and begins to shout at everyone to get out of the way. “Move it people!” Merely missing them, Jaemin drifts off the sidewalk and takes a sharp turn. Flying into Haechan’s side who flies into Chenle’s side. With loud shouts, the three of you hold onto whatever you can to keep balance. And once he made the sharp turn, the three of you are forced back to your original spots. “Fuck Jaemin!” “Yeah that’s probably what you told me last night.” Grabbing Mark’s phone that sat on Haechan’s lap you throw it directly at Jaemin’s head. Only it never hit him but the clear glass that blocked you from reaching him. Bouncing right off the stainless glass and right into Haechan’s face. “Ow!”

“Oh I’m so sorry Hyuck!” Cradling his nose, he whines and peers his head. “I think I’m bleeding.” Removing his hand, you and Chenle gasp upon seeing the amount of blood falling from his nose. “Oh great going y/n.” Jaemin says watching through the rear view mirror. “Shut up!” Opening the glove compartment, Jeno sees a bunch of napkins from Dunkin Donuts. “Wow cops really do love living up to their stereotypes…here!” Sliding the window open he tosses the napkins inside. Quickly grabbing them, you push them up to his nose in which he winces. “Dip your head back.” “What? Are you nuts? Don’t listen to Chenle you need to keep your head down.” “No. He needs it back.” “Forward.” “Back.” “Forward.” “Everybody quiet!” Jaemin shouts and takes one last sharp turn before parking in a dirt covered parking lot. Hitting the brake harshly, he turns off the ignition. Turning around he stares at his friend.

“Haechan you alright man.” Sending him a thumbs up, he smiles and nods. “Alright now lets go. We’re here.” Getting out of the car, there before you lied the chapel. A dirty brown along with a tall sign with pink borders. “Halle’s Chapel.” You read it off. “You sure this is even legit?” “Only one way to find out.” Opening the door, in the five of you go. The bell is heard the second the door was opened and soon followed by a booming voice. “Aw you’re back! Mi amores!” A man shouts as he walks over to you. Arms out as he pulls you and Jaemin in a tight hug. “You crazy fucks really are back!” He laughs. “So how’s the happy couple?” “Happy?” The both of you say in sync before giving each other a dirty look. “Oooh trouble in paradise already?” Sighing, Jaemin rolls his eyes and shows him the certificate. “Is this true?” “Oh why of course it is! Came last night don’t you remember?” “No we don’t, none of us do.” Snickering he scoffs, not believing it at first.

“My oh my, well to prove it. The photo book is finished!…Mia! Photo book from last nights couple!” Following him over to the reception, out from the back comes a short straight haired woman, dropping the large book on the counter, the man whom you come to find out goes by the name Miguel ushers you to open it. Gasping the second you do, “oh brother.” You try to keep yourself from puking, Jaemin as equally mortified scans through every picture. “Wow, we really were hammered.” Jeno huffs. A few of them were all of you taking group pictures this including Renjun, Jisung and Mark. From flipping the camera, to taking shots for it. A few were of you and Jaemin making out the boys cheering you two on in the back. And the last and final one, was of Jaemin motor boating you. “Your face was in my chest!” You smack him with the heavy book. “Your chest was on my face!”

“Oh! Almost forgot this one. It’s my favorite.” Miguel gives you the picture and in it was Jaemin sticking the certificate in your boobs while you hooked his ring on his chain. Looking over to his neck, Jaemin taps his chest and realizes there was a dent underneath his shirt. Taking out the chain, there before him confirmed yet again he was married to you. Hanging on his very expensive most favorite silver chain was none other than his wedding ring. “For fucks sake.” “Excuse me, Miguel.” Chenle raises his hand. “Do you remember our friend Mark?” “Oh Mark? The boy with the crazy high pitched laugh?” “Yes! Yes him! Do you know if he might’ve left without us last night?” “Oh yeah! All of you left together. After taking the pictures Mark fell really hard and cut open his arm. You left to go to the hospital.” “Ok thank you!” As the boys went to leave, you and Jaemin stayed behind. “Any way to get us annulled?” “Please! I can do it in my sleep. But I don’t have the paper work so you can always get it done some other time.” Looking at each other, “Do it when we get back?” He nods.

“Has the bleeding stopped?” You ask Haechan, taking his hand off his nose and wincing when it looks slightly crooked. Going to touch it, he lets out a loud moan. “It hurts!” “Jesus I think I might’ve broken it.” By the time you arrive to the hospital Chenle goes to get Haechan’s nose checked while Jaemin contacts the clerk for any name under Mark Lee that might’ve checked in last night. “Who’s the doctor that operated on him?”

Throwing the door open, you rush into the first stall and begin to puke again. Not sure what the reason was this time but it felt worst than the first time. Especially the smell of the bathroom wasn’t the best it only made it worse. You didn’t understand why maybe you got food poisoning or maybe it was the liquor. Could be the best idea to get your stomach pumped and so with that, you asked for one. Luckily there weren’t many patients and as quickly you asked for it, is as quickly you got it. When getting your pressure checked, and a few other basic routines a nurse came back with a clear cup. “Oh no, I’m sorry but I just wanted my stomach pumped,” “oh no need. Just need you to pee in this cup and we’ll give you some medication to alleviate the pain.” “Oh okay..”

“Come on there had to be more to it doctor, Is there anything you can tell us that’ll help us find him?” Jaemin asks the doctor who’s currently working on an elderly man. “I don’t know what else to say. He came in with a large gash on his arm. Had to give him eight stitches, all of you were high off the charts.” “We weren’t high.” Jeno pitched in. When receiving a look from the doctor he adds on. “Drunk yes, high can’t be.” “Well, Mark seemed very worried about receiving the side effects of the drugs during the wedding that you all took last night and even asked for a test and some medication to make it go away.” The doctor snorts and asks the man to stand up and bend over. Sighing, Jaemin goes to speak again but widens his eyes when he sees the old man’s bare ass. Him and Jeno quickly turn around to face the wall. “I have the results you know? Took all your friends blood after you guys insisted on getting tested as well for whatever reason. All shows you guys took Rohypnol and a bunch of other drugs.” “The hell is that?” “Shit fucks you up alright… okay all done.” Taking off the gloves and throwing it to the trash, the boys turn around again. “Makes you lose your memory, could be why you can’t remember where you misplaced your friend.” Huffing, they follow the doc out of the patients room. “Did we say where we’d go next or something?”

Pausing, he waves his finger. “Actually now that I think of it yeah, you i mean not you..” he says at Jaemin then turns over to Jeno. “You said you were all going to some club a few blocks from here. You,” he turns his focus back on Jaemin. “Were too busy having sex with your wife in one of the empty rooms.” Raising his brows, he freezes for a second. “Pardon me?” “You idiots didn’t even realize there was a camera in there.” Jaw slacking, he turns over to Jeno who only smirks and pats his back. “Nice man-“ at loss for words, he looks back at the doctor hoping he’s only joking but the serious look on his face says it all. “I didn’t see it, but from the nurses who did…Geez you have some sort of pregnancy kink man.” “W-What?” “You kept going at it like a bunch of bunnies, saying you wouldn’t stopped until she got pregnant.”

“Okay I don’t want to hear it anymore!” Covering his ears, he sees you walk over. “Oh great..” “Guys…I have some news.” “And we do too.” Jeno speaks up, “How about we get the doc here to repeat himself again-“ Going to tell Jeno to shut up, you cut Jaemin off before he can do so. “I’m pregnant.” You say seriously then show them the blood work you’d taken. The three are silent, none knowing how to react and as subtly does Jeno mutter, “oh shit.”

In the security camera room, alone and allowed inside. You and Jaemin look over last night where he walks you discreetly to the room right next to Marks where he was getting checked. A finger going up his mouth as he giggles at you when you do so to him. Then the next clip appears of you two inside. Groaning and wincing when more and more clothes are being discarded and eventually having sex. “Okay I don’t think we need to see any more of this. I don’t know why we wanted to see it in the first place-“. pressing a button to exit out of it, the sound goes on and blares throughout the room. ‘Ah Jaemin!’ You moan from the security footage. ‘Fuck y/n’ Jaemin grunts out. Frantically pressing more buttons, Jaemin tries to help you out but only manage to increase the volume. ‘Feel so good! So big!’ Screaming, you begin to bang on the buttons hoping for any of them to shut it off. ‘God you’re fucking tight, keep doing that and i’m going to fuck a baby in you.’ Pausing, you turn to glare at the man besides you. “Don’t look at me like that you said I was big! You should know that’s an ego boost for guys” Leaving one last slam, he manages to finally shut it off. “Jesus fucking Christ.” He runs a hand through his hair and glances over to you and lowers it to your stomach. Intrusive thoughts winning, he extends his arm out to rest on your stomach but is quickly slapped away. “Pervert.” You scoff and walk out the room.

The car ride was silent, no one knowing how to start the awaiting topic. A white band over Haechan’s nose , still unaware of the situation. Currently making your way to the club the doc mentioned, does Jeno’s phone begin to ring. “It’s Renjun.” Disappointed, they wait for him to answer. ‘Where the hell are you guys?!’ He immediately asks once Jeno answers. ‘We can’t find Mark so we’re looking for him…don’t worry we got it all under control you just keep cool and cover for us…I don’t know make something up just don’t tell Angie the truth.’ Ending the call, the silence returns. “Okay…why the silence? What happened? Is it Mark?” Haechan asks. When none responds he sighs and begins to poke at you. “What’s happened?” Not glancing over at him and eyes staring straight ahead he turns to look at Chenle. “What happened?” Just when he’s about to let him in on the latest news, Jaemin speaks up. More serious than he’s ever been. “Utter a word and I’ll break your neck Zhong.” Tension made it unbearable in the car, so much you could no longer handle it.

“I’m pregnant with Jaemin’s kid.”

“WHAT?!”

Arriving to the club, Haechan is filled with many, many questions. Mostly as to when and how the two of you had sex. When he scrunches his nose in disgust, he winced slightly by the pain. “Please tell me you didn’t do it in front of us.” Rolling his eyes, Jaemin whisper hushedly at you. “Shouldn’t have told him shit.” “He was bound to find out.” You tell him and enter the club, shocked there were no bouncers outside. Dark, lights flashing and the smell of liquor hits your nostrils. A fruity scent that you usually smell it from perfume, walking further inside it made sense why you picked it up. “Jeno you took us to a strip club.” Monotonously your tone was. “It’s you guys again!” A voice shouts from behind the bar, a white rag draped over his shoulder. “Last night wasn’t enough huh?” “Who exactly are you?” Jaemin asks the stranger. “Not surprised, chugged a shit ton of Alfredo’s roofies.” “R-Roofies?” Turning into the direction he was pointing at, you all notice some knocked out men slouching on the counter with white powder over their noses. “Surprised you all survived that shit. He gave you guys all sorts of shit to snort and managed to accidentally give you guys some roofies.” He laughs and gets back to drying the glasses. “Yeah um…we can’t remember any of that so can you tell us what went down.” Jeno takes a seat in front of him. “Sure can. You all came in with some other guys as well.” “Was Mark with us? The blonde one?” “Sure was, even got on one of the stages and started dancing on the poles. You seemed to have liked that a lot.” He says pointing at you. Ignoring the frown Jaemin sends you, you speak up. “What else?” Chuckling he sets the glass down. “Then you switched spots with him.” Surprised, you begin to stutter. He laughs and continues, “while the others were too busy getting lap dances this man right here,” finger pointing straight at Jaemin. “Took off his jacket to cover you up. Drugs really kicked in and had you feeling brave if you know what I mean, clothes tossed left and right even flashed everyone and when guys started inching closer towards you, blue haired boy lost it and hurled you off the stage.”

Both you and his faces were bright pink, just hearing it was humiliating. You can hear the other snicker but you’re far too embarrassed to even hit them. “While the two of you were busy having sex in the bathroom-“ “AGAIN.” Heads turning to glare at Haechan he chuckles nervously and lowers his head. “Orange haired over here stole the keys of some cops.” He points at Chenle who only smiled sheepishly. “Took off with it with all of you inside, got the Mercedes towed.” “Do you know where it’s at?” “Yeah, a few miles from here. Terry’s Tow Yard.” Going to write down the directions, Jeno and Jaemin flinch back when they feel a pair of hands run over their biceps. “Hello cuties. Back for more?” Furrowing your brows, you stare at the curly black haired girl who’s currently biting her lip at them. “Sad we couldn’t have that threesome you promised pretty boy.” She lifts Jeno’s chin. “Uh…what?” “You were supposed to give me a wild ride before you ran off with your buddies.” She pouts at him. She turns to look at Jaemin, “Too bad I was too late, seemed like you were quite busy with someone else.” She sets her eyes on you, eyeing you before giving you a plastic smile. “If I hadn’t known any better, I would’ve thought you were the newbie.” She winks. Just as you’re about to down the shot the barista gives you, it’s quickly taken out of your grip. “Absolutely not preggos, have you forgotten already.” Jaemin says sternly. Groaning you roll your eyes and turn to him, “How could I not? It’s your child I’m carrying after all,” Shocked by the news, the woman widens her eyes never in a million years expecting that. Suddenly, the door is slammed open and the music is paused. “Police!” Shouts and screams are heard, “It’s a raid go!” The men who had transferred in the drugs scatter while policeman’s run after them. “Oh shit, we stole their car they’ll definitely bust us let’s get out of here!” Getting off your seats you run off backstage. To the nearest exit that the stripper helps lead you out, not before grabbing onto Jeno’s arm and tugging it back. “I hope to see you soon pretty boy.” She smirks and goes in for a kiss but he’s quick to reject. “Sorry don’t feel quite the same.” He manages to get out of her grip and run off with the others. Not noticing the pout on her face before going back inside where she’d be forced to have her hands up.

After being certain you were far from the cops, you stop to catch your breath. Hunched over as your sides burned, you feel Jaemin at your side. “You alright?” Nodding, you wave him off and stand up straight. “Im…fine.” You take a deep breath and continue on with the rest. Eventually you make it to Terry’s Tow Yard, wired fenced as there were piles of cars there. By then it was night and closed so you had no other choice but to climb. After Jaemin insisted they’d help you, you huff and let them carry you up high enough for you to throw your leg to the other side of the fence and climb down. One by one they follow until you all were standing inside the yard. “Alright now we just got to find it.” Separating to cover more ground, you don’t notice you weren’t alone until he snaps a branch. “Oh shit! Jesus Jaemin!” You scold him, a hard smack to his chest in which he winced and let out a low ow. “Sorry…” he mumbles before there’s a slight silence. You too focused on finding the gray Benz but not him. Instead he focuses his attention on you. “So…” “so?” “Are we going to talk about it or…?” “About what? The pregnancy?” “No…Nope actually I wanted to talk about the weather. Seems pretty chilly I wonder if it was a bad idea that I only brought a white blouse that’s covered in dirt and has slight holes in it.” Giggling you shake your head and shove him lightly in which he sends you a soft smile of his own.

“What are you thinking? About the whole ordeal?” Taking a deep breath you sigh and shake your head, “Not a single fucking clue. I don’t know what to think or how to feel. Definitely not how I planned to get pregnant. Surely not with you,” feigning offense he holds a hand to his chest. “Ouch.” He hears you chuckle and so he does to. “Guess we’ll have to work something out when we get back.” Making a face and cocking your head back you speak up, “Who says I’m keeping it?” Pausing, he thinks. “Oh! Well, then that’s okay too. I mean I’m not against it— I support it you know women’s rights to decide y’know all that feminist crap.” Sending him a look you speak, “Crap?” “Right sorry guess I shouldn’t have used that word, what im trying to say is whatever the decision..I’ll support it. And if you want to keep the child, I’ll be there.” Turning to face him you raise a brow at him. “You’ll be present?” “Yes,” “Like in the child’s life?” “Yes.” “Like not be a deadbeat-“ “What’s so hard to comprehend?” He looks at you with furrowed brows, shrugging you look forward again. “Just find it hard to picture you being a father.” “Yeah well I find it hard picturing myself raising a child with you nonetheless making one.” Sighing, he turns his body to face you. “Look just because I don’t commit doesn’t mean I can’t. Yeah I drink, sleep, fuck that’s how I live my life but that doesn’t mean I don’t know when to be responsible. I took part of this baby making fiasco and if you want this child then I’m there. I’ll be the father that child deserves to have and I can promise you I’ll be the best father they’ll ever need.” Failing to cover the on growing smile you, you nudge his elbow. “Even if it means to lessen the sex and alcohol?” Snorting, he rolls his eyes and smiles at you. “Even if it kills me.”

“Hey guys! Found it!” You hear Chenle’s distant voice. Tracking it, you all rejoin together in front of the perfectly untouched Mercedes. “What about the keys?” Shrieking when the sound of broken glass is heard, you look over and see Jeno climb in and after a few seconds climb out. “Got ‘em.” Turning the car, Haechan laughs and gets in. “Oh hallelujah!” As he tries to start up the ignition does he realize the car is out of gas. “Shit!” He hits the wheel. Sighing, he looks over at you guys, “any one know how to siphon gas out of a car?” While they busied themselves in doing just that, Haechan kept you company sat on top of the trunk. Looking up at the sky with hardly any stars in sight. “Can you believe our luck?” He laughs, “I don’t think I’ve ever had this much chaos go on in my life…like ever.” “Same, but at least it’ll make a sick story to tell our grandchildren.” “That, you got a point.” Feeling itchy, Hyuck goes to scratch at his arm when his sleeve rises up and there he notices the black ink. “What’s that?” You ask, reading the words the two of you say in unison. “Malcolm.” “Who’s that?” Worried he tries to wipe it off but to no avail. “Hyuck it’s permanent ink.” “I know what a tattoo is! Why do I have it?!” Groaning he falls back on the trunk and huffs. “God I’m so screwed.” “Oh come on, you make it seem like your wife beats you or something.” “No but she’s very scary when mad. What do I tell her when she sees this? Sorry honey I’m gay now?” Making a look, Haechan glares at you. “I’m not gay.” “Wouldn’t be a bad thing if you were.” “oh for fucks sakes.” Getting off the trunk he dusts himself, “Well I’m gonna go help the guys while you-“

Suddenly cut off by the loud banging in the inside of the trunk, you let out a shriek. Quick to help you get off, Haechan sets you down and pulls you away from the car. “Uh guys!” All quickly rushing over to where they can clearly hear the loud banging. “Do you think?” Sending each other a look until you all get to the same conclusion. “Mark!” Fumbling with the keys, Jeno gets it open but he’s kicked to the ground the second the trunk is unlocked. Shouting is heard and out comes a naked man who starts attacking them. “Wait! Wait!” Punched in the stomach, Chenle goes down. Body wrapping around Haechan who’s trying desperately to get him off. Slammed harshly on the ground when he’s knocked out of breath. Jaemin managed to dodge the first punch before the man wraps his legs around him and puts him in a head locked. “Ah! Okay his balls are way too close to my face!” Knocking him down on the ground, he turns over to you where you unintentionally go to cover your stomach. In an instant the naked man understood and doesn’t attack, “who are you?” Haechan groans on the ground. “Crazy assholes locked me in there!” He says before running off. Once he was good distance away you rush over to help them up. “Geez he’s got moves.” You say, inspecting Jaemin’s face that held light scratches. Not noticing how his eyes softened. Letting go, you move over to help the maknae of the group up. “Who the fuck was that?” “No idea.”

Driving your way back to the hotel, you separate from them and head into the direction for ice. Filling the bucket and getting some plastic bags for the guys. And while you waited for it to fill up, you look out the window in the mean time. “Where are you Mark?” You ask softly under your breath. Walking out the room and passing by the broken elevator. A few technicians there as they put up a sign. And floors below the fifth including the basement would need to be taken by the stairs. When making your way back up to the guys room, you’re shocked by the shouts. “What’s going on!” You shout above their loud voices. Currently deciding who would be feeding the giant snake. Breathing heavily, Jeno points at the door with the broomstick in his hand. “Guess one of us got to drug the snake.” “Why?” “Because that naked man that attacked us, is apparently a mafia boss. In which we played poker with us in the basement of this hotel, stole the money we originally lost and some more from what he betted on the table which came to be around…oh yeah thirty grand.” Chenle explains. “And that snake in there who’s name is Malcolm, was his where we had trespassed into his home and stole it. And now he wants us to return it to him and give him back the thirty grand which we need to accumulate by tomorrow morning.” Dropping the bucket of ice you simply shrug. “O-Ok.”

As the guys struggled to feed the snake, Jaemin sat below your feet, in front of you where you sat on the ripped up couch. Letting you press the bag of ice on his face. Getting a few hard beating from the men alongside the mafia boss. The purple color beginning to form on his face, he slightly winced when the coldness hits his face. “How will we ever explain this to Angie.” You shake your head worriedly. “Accidents happen right?” He mumbles to you. “Yeah guess so, but still. Louis will freak when he sees all the photos of the groomsmen will be covered in bruises.” Softly grasping your hand, he lowers the ice pack. “At least we know where Mark is.” Your eyes widen and lean forward not noticing how close the proximity got but he did. “You do?” Nodding he curls his lips. “Yeah, the boss has him which is why if we don’t give him the money…” your face falls at the realization. “Then we better give him that money.” “How?” “How else? We’re in Vegas Jaemin.” “But there’s a much bigger chance we’ll lose more money than win it.” Scoffing you wave your hand at him. “Baby that thong you had stored in your pocket came with a matching bra and heels all very expensive with the finest material used, and with what money? Gambling money I earned all by myself.” You flipped your hair and smirked at him. Curling a finger underneath his chin, his breath hitched when you inch closer. His hands instinctively coming to grip on your thighs, “Trust me when I tell you, i can gain back all that money.” Gulping, he nods. “Okay.”

A loud slam is heard, pulling away and seeing Chenle looking frightened and heavy breathing he nods. “Done…now we wait.” As the time ticked by, you took this chance to relax. Taking off your shoes where you moaned in relief. Massaging your calves to relieve the tension, pausing when you feel a hand grip them softly. Pulling them over to his lap, Jaemin silently begins to massage them. Not saying anything, you let him and relish in on the relaxation. After fifteen minutes Jeno stands. “Okay I think it’s knocked out by now.” Grabbing the bed sheet left on the ground you had used to cover your self, they take cautious steps in and when they see it was in fact unconscious. They cover it and pick it up. Helping you put your shoes back on, Jaemin helps you stand. “Thanks.” You send him an appreciative smile, about ready to help them but he stops you. A look of worry before he recollects himself clearing his throat. “Maybe you should stay in front of us. Just in case the snake wakes up.” Nodding, you help them with the door. “Fuck it’s heavy as hell.” Chenle groans. Even with the four of them the snake was far too big and heavy but they pulled through. Sneaking out from the back making sure no one saw them, you open the trunk and in do they shove the snake. When Haechan knocks it’s head, the others scold at him. “Gosh Hyuck do you want it to wake up and eat us like rodents?” “Sorry…” Piling inside the car and making your way over to the casino you quickly run to the game your most good at. Black Jack.

The more you played the more the crowd built. You were fantastic, the boys grinned from ear to ear as they never stopped hyping you up. But you couldn’t relish in the glory, you were determined to win back the thirty grand. But you realize it’d take too long so you told them that when the time came, to steal the chips from the other players on your cue. When you manage to win another stack you fail to hear Jaemin tell you he’s proud of you. Momentarily freezing, panicked at the possibility that you might’ve heard him but when he thought he was in the clear. He looks over and sees the guys smirking at him. Haechan wiggling his brows as Chenle and Jeno made kissy faces at him. Oblivious in seeing him show them the finger. A stranger walks by, slightly knocking into your chair you purposefully extended out and down you went. Gasps could be heard as you’re immediately crowded and asked about you’re well being. “She’s pregnant!” Jaemin shouts as he cups your face. “Baby you okay? You should probably get checked by a doctor.” “I’m so sorry ma’am.” The stranger who knocked into your chair says frantically. Wincing you nod and wave him off, “Im alright just…ah!” Cradling your head, Jaemin has you lean on him for support. “We’ll just take our winnings and get going.”

The boys were no where to be seen and by the time the two of you left, that’s when the rest realize their lack of chips. Running out to the car with the bag full of cash you high five each other. “You were great y/n wow who would’ve thought you had it in you!” “Yeah never did I think rule follower y/n would do such a thing.” “What? What are you talking about I don’t always follow the rules?” Scoffing, Haechan continues. “Please, you were practically the teachers pet in all of grade school.” Rolling your eyes you shake your head. “That’s because I was too good at hiding my bad behavior. Difference between me and you four, you make it obvious while I’m discreet.” “Oh yeah?” Jaemin speaks up this time, “Name one thing you did bad in grade school?” Thinking about it for a minute he’s about to snicker and say I told you so until you talk. “Back in the eighth grade when Seohyun had dumped that carton of chocolate milk all over you, I grabbed a pair of scissors during science glass and cut a chunk of his hair.” The car erupts in laughter as they shake their heads, “no way!” “Yep! Cried to the teacher and pointed fingers at me but I quickly tossed the scissors on his friends desk who also gave Jaemin a hard time and pretended like I was too busy doing my homework to realize what was going on around me. Teacher never suspected it and both got detention for ‘lying’ .” Laughing at the story, you go on to say other times in which you did bad things but while you did so you don’t notice Jaemin constantly glancing at you through the rear view mirror. He couldn’t believe you did that for him, maybe he judged you too hard. Back in school he assumed you couldn’t stand him, you never made the effort to talk to him nonetheless befriend him. Then again he was pretty nerdy and got bullied while you were the popular kid along with Angie. Around that time did Mark start gaining a crush on her, but he wasn’t the only one who had a crush on a popular kid. “I’m hungry not gonna lie.” You say after it quiets down. “I could eat.” Jeno adds and then the rest agree.

In the nearest McDonald’s, an Oreo McFlurry and French fries. Jaemin passes you one of his chicken sandwiches despite you saying you weren’t that hungry. And before you can object, Jaemin gives you look daring you to decline his sandwich. So you accept it happily. “I..am..beat.” In between yawns does Haechan say. “Better start heading back to the hotel.” For the most part, everyone passed out almost instantly. Except for you, couldn’t wink an eye despite your muscles begging for rest. And when you hear sudden movement and make out Jaemin’s figure, you accept his hand. Walking the two of you up to the roof. A blanket around you, he noticed you’re still shivering so he pulls you in his chest. Arms coming to wrap around you and even though his jacket did little to keep him warm, it definitely helped you gain some heat. “Thanks for what you did.” “Did what?” “Cutting Seohyun’s hair in the eighth grade. Pretty bad ass.” Snickering you roll your eyes. “It was nothing really, I had something worst in mind but it’s all I could’ve thought of in the moment.”

“Who else did you stick up for?” “Mm other than Angie, you.” “I find that hard to believe.” “I’m not lying. It’s also wasn’t my first time doing that. When Jae purposefully hit you in the face during dodgeball, I aimed for his feet which caused him to slip and split his chin open.” Laughing you feel his chest rumble. “No way that was you?” Giggling you nod. “I couldn’t stop laughing when I heard that day.” When it gets quiet again, he lowers his voice. “Thank you for sticking up for me. I judged you when I shouldn’t have, I’m sorry.” “Nah, I’m not innocent. I judged you too.” “Really about what?” “Mostly during high school when you hit puberty and started dating around. Thought the old nice nerdy you was gone and replaced by some fuck boy I didn’t know .” “You know I didn’t started screwing around until college.” “Bullshit!-“ “Swear on my life!” “But you got popular in high school! So many girls wanted you, there’s no way you didn’t go whoring around.” “No, I didn’t,” “and why’s that?” He’s silent for a bit before he answers, his humorous tone disappears and is one of pure sincerity. “Because I thought I’d finally grow the balls to ask you out.” He shakes his head as he keeps his focus out on the horizon. “Didn’t want to lessen my chance at dating you if you thought I was going from girl to girl but I see that didn’t work either way.”

Pushing yourself off him, you turn to face him. “You liked me? Was this before or after you started hating me?” Scoffing he smiles sadly and shakes his head. “I never hated you.” “Yeah I find that hard to believe.” “It’s true,” looking up to stare into your eyes. You notice how they begin to soften the deeper he looks into your orbs. “ I thought if I started being a dick to you maybe i’d forget about you but it never worked. While you hated me, I…” he scoffs and looks down at his hands. “You what?..” you get a hold of his hands, stopping him from playing with his fingers. “While you hated me…I fell in love with you.” His voice falls into one of a whisper. But you hear it, loud and clear. “I fucked around to forget about you but each time I saw you, my snide comments came out as a defense mechanism to avoid admitting my feelings for you. And for that…I’m sorry for what I said. I know I can never take them back.” “And I’m sorry as well.” You cup his face to look at you. “I’m stuck up because I try to pretend that I have my shit together when I don’t. I pretended to be better than you as a way to prove that I didn’t need you in my life. That there was no need to like you, to not think about dating you. Not fall in love with you.”

Gulping, he asks you softly. “And did it work?” Smiling sadly, you shake your head no. Staring into your eyes for a few seconds until he does the reasonable choice and goes in for a kiss. Hand reaching the back of your head, he pulls you closer to him. Afraid he’d lose you if he didn’t have you close to him. Tilting his head to reach deeper, sighing contently when you give him access. Groaning when he feels your tongue on his, the familiar feeling in his pants return but he tries not to act upon it. But it’s hard, so hard when it comes to you. For years he’s tried suppressing his want for you. For years he’s pretended you never had an affect on him and yet every chance he got he’d look over and admire you from a far. In awe at how well you wore your outfits, mesmerized by your beauty and your confidence. Your mere presence has him squirming and heart beating out of his chest. And as unfortunate it is to know that his first time with you he had no recollection of, it seems as if this was your very first kiss together. And it’s something he wants to cherish forever. So when you finally pull away and stare at each other lovingly, Jaemin grins and leans in for more. Heart fluttering when he hears you let out a soft moan. Squirming to try and hide the now obvious hard on, and when you climb on his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, he’s a goner. “Tell me you want me and I’m yours, I promise.” He breathes out heavily, almost pleading for you to tell him so. “Only if you want me.” Grunting, he nods and leans in to kiss you again. “I want you always.”

Blanket on the floor, he lays you softly on it. Climbing on top of you, arms either side of your head as he loses you softly. Letting out a loud groan when he feels your leg come to wrap around his midriff. Pulling him on top of you, bulge coming directly down on your wet heat. “Y/n-“ “Want you Jaemin, please.” Pupils dilating, eyes filled with lust and affection he obliges immediately. Gently pulling your crop top off you, undoing the buttons until it reveals the matching red bra to your thong. He leans in to press soft kisses on your breast. “So pretty.” He murmurs, cupping your breasts and diving deeper. Hands wondering behind you until he unclasp your bra and tosses it aside. Quick to pop a tittie in his mouth and start to suck. Fondling the other with his large hand as he looks up at you. Slightly grinding on top of you, feeling extra sensitive you throw your head back and take in the building pleasure. “Feels so good Jaemin.” Pulling away with a pop, he unbuttons his dirty blouse and throws it aside. Grinning when he feels you beginning to unzip his pants. “Impatient?” “Been wanting you for years, it’s understandable why.” Groaning he leans in to smash his lips on top of yours. “If only you knew just how much I’ve been wanting you,” leaning down to start sucking hickies on your neck and pulls away for a split second to talk. “All the sinful things I’ve done with you on my mind. Alone in the bathroom as I jerk myself off to the thought you…on your knees with your pretty little mouth open for me.” Biting your lip, you run a hand through his hair. Loving how he rolls his eyes and takes in the feeling of your hand slightly tugging his hair oh so sweetly, “then let me live up to your expectations.”

And like that, his fantasies became a reality. Standing and with you in your knees, he strikes your hair softly as you spit on his cock. Licking a long strip at his underside, eyes never once looking away from him. “So fucking pretty baby.” He curses out, holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail. Jolting when you begin to suck his red angry tip, oozing with precum you kitten lick it off. Hallowing your mouth as you took him further. “Shit!” Your speed increased and started bobbing your head. At times pausing to take him completely in the back of your throat causing a loud growl to emit from him. Throwing his head back as he tries to regain his steady breathing. And when you begin to play with his balls, he loses it. Getting a hold of your pretty face before he starts to shove his cock down your throat. “Fuck, I’m so sorry baby it feels too good,” you never thought Jaemin to be so..needy and apologetic from a man who was overly dominating. The kind who may even be into conflicting some pain kink. “You can take it right princess?” Nodding as much as you can with his cock deep in your mouth you slightly gag. Letting you go, you pull back to breathe. Feeling him pull your head up, he leans down to kiss you. Getting a bit of the salty taste on his lips. “I’m close baby, where do you want it?” “Wanna taste it Jaemin, let me swallow your load.” “Fuck,” standing up straight, he holds the back of your head. “All yours baby, take me as you please.” Watching as you take him back in your mouth, not caring when you gag you deep throat him with the intention of making him cum. Jerking him off in fast pace motion which is making him even more sensitive. He feels himself nearing his climax, his load building more and more. And when you begin to suck him like a lollipop again does he finally bust in your mouth. “Fuck y/n,” he feels himself shake slightly, goosebumps running up his skin as he watches you swallow all of him. Your eyes soft and pouty as you look up at him. With fuck me eyes, pressing your tits on him and rubbing yourself on his foot he slowly pulls you off his dick. Opening your mouth and there being a small web of his semen he can’t help but lean in and kiss you passionately. An arm under your leg as he lowers you on your back, removing the last bit of your clothing before spreading your legs for him.

Laying trails of kisses, brushing past the love marks he’s already left on your pretty skin, until he reaches your sopping cunt. Pressing a soft kiss to your nub and smirking when you immediately react to the sensation. “Keep em open for me princess.” Pressing more kisses to your clit until he starts taking long licks. Throwing your head back and letting out a pornographic moan this only encourages him to keep going. Rubbing a finger up your cunt as he buried himself further into your puffy pussy. Holding the back of his head and pushing it closer to your cunt your grip tightly onto the blanket when he prods your hole with his tongue. Whining when he pulls away, you squeal when he flips positions. With him on the ground and you over him, he keeps you above his face. Arms resting on either side of your thighs and without wasting a second, pulls you to sit on his face. Mewling at the pleasure, you lay your hands on his chest behind you, rubbing your self all over his mount in which he gladly eats. Sucking and licking, he pulls away for a second to spit and lubricate you more before attaching his mouth back on you. Licking figure eights on your nub repeatedly even when you begin to squirm above him. Squealing when he lands a harsh smack on your ass. Forcing you back to sit on his face. “Be good baby.” He tells you sternly. “Feels too good Jaem, fuck I’m close.” And even when you do come he still doesn’t stop. Sending you into overdrive, legs beginning to shake and chest heaving the more you find it difficult to catch your breath. “Fuck Jaemin, I can’t baby feels too good god no more!” You go to push at his head but he grabs your hands and sets them on your thighs as he continues to eat you out. It’s obvious he’s gotten pussy drunk, never has this happened before mostly he hits it and quits it but it’s you, of course the girl of his dreams is going to make his sexual experience a hundred times more amazing and meaningful. From someone who wasn’t really into oral, now willing to suffocate in your sex.

Despite your protests, you continued to grind on his face. His tongue was talented in many ways, he knew exactly how to make you feel good and as much as your body begged for no more you yearned for it like a bitch in heat. A part of you wishing he never stops and if he had it his way, he never would. But when he eventually does, his mouth is covered in your essence and fingers roughly rubbing your cunt. “Jaemin!” Squelching sounds get much louder, and out like a faucet comes your juices. Never did you think you’d be a squirter. “So good for me, my good girl.” He presses a kiss on your temple as you come down from your high. Pulling you into his lap where he hugs you, brushing your loose strands of hair behind your ears. And while he whispers your words of affirmation, he gets ready to push his tip in you. And you gladly open for him. “Oh god! Jaemin fuck you’re so damn big!” His girth was big, barely fit your hand, the length was a bit above average and the speed his thrusts were sure have you limping. The morning after your sexcapades with him you felt a bit of a limp but your raging headache over bared it. Now this time would be different there’d be no roofies to block the oncoming soreness you would bound to get. But you didn’t care, you wanted him. You wanted to bounce on his dick and have him make love to you until you dropped unconscious . So this went on for hours in the middle of the night when the city was fast asleep and the two of you busied yourself in fucking each other’s brains out. No longer caring how loud you two may be. Breasts bouncing in his face as you fucked yourself on his dick, face leaning in to burying deep in between your tits. Back arched and on your knees as he takes you from behind, the loud sounds of cheeks clapping emits through the air as he gets a tight hold on your neck and pins you still. Fucking you until he busts his load in you.

Getting you on your back where he’d throw your leg over his shoulder and pound into you, begging you to come on his cock. “Gonna get this belly round and full of my cum.” On your side where he holds your leg in mid air and rams into you. Nibbling and sucking on your neck to add even more dark hickies making sure that by morning he’d be reminded that he made love to you all night. The scratch marks on his back would definitely still be red by morning and very much apparent. The love marks all over his chest and those on your thighs would serve as memories from when he made you his. “Mine.” He hums as he cums in you one last time. So full you can’t hold no more and immediately begin to spill. But he won’t take it, so he keeps fucking you until he’s satisfied that you have most of him in you, not caring if he has to stuff you full of his cock again to do so. “Yours.” You hum back tiredly. “You mine too?” Chuckling he nods, running a hand through his sweaty hair , he wiped his forehead using his shirt and leans in to kiss you softly. “Of course, all yours…” pressing another kiss he rubs his nose on yours. “You own me.” Giggling you smack his arm and hold him tight. Not wanting to lose his warmth. “We should head back.” Whining in protest you pull him closer to you again, “No stay right here.” Groaning when he plunged deeper in your sex his lustful state begins to circle again. “Keep doing that and I might just fuck you again.” Pressing a kiss to his nose, you clench your walls around him. “Fuck me Jaemin.” And so he does gladly.

By the time morning came the two of you had fallen on the roof. And when the clock set eight am the two of you were back to fucking each other like crazy. “Ah right there, right there, right there!” You grip onto his arm tightly as he pounds into you harder until you squirt for him again. Picking you up and proceeds to bounce you off his dick you grab onto him tightly and hiccup with a few slight tears running down your face. Smashing his lips onto yours, forcing his tongue inside your mouth. Both bodies completely covered in dark bruised and scratch marks. Lips swollen and eyes puffed from the crying of intense pleasure. Jaemin grunts loudly when he cums in you again, “mmm fuck you sure you didn’t just fuck another baby in me?” Laughing lightly, he sets you down gently and thrusts his fingers inside your cunt. In love with your squelching noises, he doesn’t stop until you come for him one last time and when you do he wasted no time shoving his wet fingers in your mouth. Demanding for you to suck and when he thinks you did a good job cleaning him, he has you on your knees sucking his dick. “Such a good girl.” He doesn’t stop praising you, he knows how much you love it. How happy you get that it causes motivation to suck him more, better and faster. “Alright that’s enough baby don’t want you getting high off my dick.” Noticing the heavenly look on your face, he helps you stand and kisses you passionately. “Come back to me baby.” He whispers to you softly knowing you’ve fallen slightly into subspace. And when you do come back, he doesn’t waste time cuddling you. Covering you in the blanket and pressing soft kisses on your head, “did so good princess.” He rocks the two of you softly. “Ready to go back inside?” You nod tiredly.

“Where the hell have you been you two?” Haechan asks like a worried mother. Sparing a glance over, Jeno snorts. “Isn’t it obvious Hyuck? The two were off somewhere fucking like bunnies. Just glad they finally acknowledged the sexual tension.” Chenle walks over to look closely at the hickies, a glare on his Jaemin’s face when he sees he’s a little too close to you. “Oh yeah they most definitely should be expecting twins sometime soon.” He laughs and walks off. Huffing Jaemin speaks up. “Are we done chitchatting? Can we just get ready and get the hell out of here to get our friend back?” “The weddings today.” You remind yourself, nodding Jaemin claps his hands. “Alright quickly shower so we can get a move on.” Half an hour before the designated time to meet the boss the five of you quickly rush out the door with the bag of money and drive out to the middle of no where we you were instructed to do. In the black SUV, a few trucks surrounding the vehicle they await for your arrival. Parked in front no one dares to make the first move to leave. “What are we suppose to do?” Chenle asks. “I don’t know.” Jaemin shrugs and continues to stare ahead waiting for any movement but see none. “Should we honk at them?” Haechan speaks. You turn to him, “Honk? That’ll aggravate them.” “Aggravate? How so?” “C’mon Hyuck you only honk at a person if you’re demanding for them to get a move on.” “She’s got a point.” Jeno says following by a chorus of agreements from the others.

“Bullshit-“ sliding the clear window open, he reaches over to the steering wheel. “Haechan no-“ Jaemin and Jeno try to get him to stop but fail to do so and instead, a loud honk goes off in the middle of the desert. Freezing, you all watch as they begin to pile out of their vehicles and wait for you in front. “See?” Haechan scoffs and begins to get out of the car, following after him the five of you walk up to them. With the very boss standing in the middle with sunglasses on and a cigarette in hand. Once he knew you were in ear shot he points at Jaemin. “Next time you honk at me I’ll kill you.” Taken aback by it, he only makes a noise of disbelief. “See?” You retort to Hyuck who stood beside you. Snapping his fingers he extends his hand out, “money.”

Tossing him the black bag, the boss snaps to get one of his men to count it all up. As he did so, the suspense only rose and caused the terrible dread in you to build. “It’s all of it.” His deep voice spoke to him, “Very well, deal is a deal. Bring him out.” The door suddenly opens as the men drag a body out roughly, a bag over his head and arms tied behind him. “Mark!” The guys begin to call out for him and when he’s placed in front of you all, bag removed from him the once joy you were filled with is immediately wiped off.

“Who the hell are you?” Jeno tells the stranger in shock, “I’m Mark.” Clicking his tongue, he drops his hand on his leg leaving a loud smack before he turns to look at the mafia boss. “Yeah no, uh…hey! You kinda gave us the wrong guy.” Shaking his head, he points at the stranger. “Nah uh that’s Mark.” “Look I tried to tell him he’s got the wrong guy-“ “No, you see our Mark is Asian. This here, is a Caucasian man.” “You sure?”

Groaning, the group begins to feel dejected.

“Unless he decided to pull an April Fools Prank on us and change race…yeah we’re sure this isn’t him.” Shrugging, he raised his arms in defeat. “Too bad for you then, ok bye bye!” “Wait! You said you had him, where is he?!” “Not my problem now fuck off, you should be lucky I’m even sparing you twats!” One by one, they all cleared out the area. Leaving behind a hush of dirt that the five of you would have to cough out of your lungs. “Shit!”

With the bit of reception you got, you were finally able to get the call to go through. Have since stayed in the same spot from where the stand off took place. With the guys leaning on the car, you all decided it was time to come out with the truth. So when the line was received and heard her voice greet you, you spoke. “Hey Angie…”

“What should we do now?” Chenle asks to no one in particular. “Well…” Jaemin starts. “For starters, weddings off.” “Oh totally.” “Mhmm.” They all agree and he continues, “Secondly, we have no other choice but to file a police report.” “You know once we do that we’ll go to jail right? They’re still searching for us. If it’s not for the cop car we stole then it’s everything else.” Groaning, he covers his face with his hands. “We have no other choice Jeno, we can’t find Mark any where. For someone who hates walking for long periods of time he surely knows how to wonder off for miles.” Suddenly, Chenle sits up. “You’re right…” “huh?” Watching as their Orange haired friend start to piece whatever realization together, he scoffs and laughs. “I got it!” “Got what?” “Mark! I know where he is!” “How?”

“Just like you said, Mark hates walking. He can lock himself in a gym for weeks and not care but walking? No way. He’d rather play the piano than have to walk.” “Please get to the point Zhong.” Jaemin says tiredly, a patch of sweat falling down his forehead by the hot blazing sun. “This morning, the elevator stopped working for those going to floors 1-5 including the basement , the main floor is on the sixth. Now the basement can only be reached by two ways, the elevator and stairs but to go down to the stairs you need a key to open the door. Last night, we were downstairs playing poker then we ran off with the money. But we came back, what if we went to check if the boss was still down there? If we did and saw the coast was clear we must’ve stayed there for a while, decided to pull a prank on Mark, leave him in there and by doing so breaking the elevator so it can’t go down any more.”

“Then we forgot about him, and he’s been there ever since…” Jaemin finished it off. Processing his friends theory it makes sense, the confetti, paint, all of that can be found in the basement for special party requests that guests order as part of room service. It could be how they even got their hands on it. “Oh…my…god.” Looking over to where you stood only a few yards away, he quickly gets off the hood of the car and runs over to you. ‘For the last few days, we’ve been searching everywhere but we can’t find him. We can’t find Mark-‘ Feeling the phone get roughly snatched out of your grip, you shout at Jaemin to give it back but he pulls it up against his ear. ‘Angie! Hey! Did y/n here say we couldn’t find him? Don’t listen to her, she’s still a little loopy from all those margaritas she drank. I know I keep telling her to relax on them but you know how she goes, don’t tell me what to do and you’re not the boss of me…haha’ dropping the smile immediately after seeing the glare you send him, he clears his throat and gets back on track. ‘Mark is with us and we’re on our way you just get ready, we’re coming ok? Alright bye!’ Cutting Angie off before she can bombard him with questions he tosses you the phone and holds you hand leading you over to the car. “Come on we know where Mark is.”

“Mark!” You all begin to shout as you go down the stairs. Getting closer to the basement until finally getting to the door. Slamming on it, you realize there’s no key. “Some one kick it.” But when Jeno tries, it doesn’t budge. Turning your head and seeing the fire extinguisher, you break the glass by punching it. The shards of it immediately cuts you but you ignore the sting and grab the extinguisher, “Here use this.” Accepting it, Jeno asks the rest to take a step back and begins to smash it against the knob until it finally opens. “Mark?!” Piling in, you split to find him faster. Rushing past the piano, you freeze when you notice a figure sitting besides it. Gasping, you noticing it was none other than the missing boy. “Found him!” Kneeling besides him, you notice he was dehydrated and miserable most likely for having not eaten in days and having to put up with the hang over on top of that. “Mark are you okay?” You hear Haechan ask as the others follow close behind him. Looking up slowly, he softly manages to let out, “You’re all assholes.” Soft chuckles and relieved smiles are on everyone’s faces as they help him up. Jeno and Jaemin on either side of him with his arms over their shoulders. “Boy are we glad to have found you, you have no idea what we went to find you.” As he climbs the stairs weakly with the rest trailing behind, “Does anyone know what happened last night?” Only getting a chorus of laughs, he chuckles along confusedly.

Quickly getting him in the car and off back to Angie’s house, a quick stop to the gas station to get Mark something to eat and to bandage your hand. You took longer to get out, the guys waited outside. Jaemin filled up the gas tank as he watched Mark inhale the twinkies down and chug down the large bottle of water. “What did you do in there?” Shrugging he takes a breather, “what I could do, play the piano. After a while though I got too dizzy to even focus and collapsed on the floor, been there til you all found me.” “So sorry man, it’s those roofies we took. Really fucked us up.” “Roofies?” Nodding, Jaemin raises a brow in amusement. “Promise we’ll explain on the way home.” Nodding he goes back in the car once the others do. Just as Jaemin pulls the lever back in its spot, he walks over to where you stood. Outside the doors of the gas station. White gauze wrap covering the gash the glass left on your hand. “Hey, you alright?” Taking your hand gently you merely nod at him. “Doesn’t hurt does it?” Turning it slightly to look for any major injuries, lifting the wrap softly to take a peek inside you get a hold of his hand to stop him. “I’m fine.”

“Well then we better get going. Wedding’s in four hours, and then we can finally talk about our situation.” “Situation?” “Yeah. Us, the baby. What’ll be the next step.” He sends you a small smile, coming to terms with the fact that he’ll be a father soon. You send one back but it becomes to overbearing to continue faking and soon it breaks into a frown. “You okay?” He asks you worriedly. “Yeah I’m okay.” You utter out and go to push past him but he stops you, “Hey, y’know you can talk to me right?” He had a hold on your arm, hearing a crunch from what you had holding. He looks down to see the green packaging for pads. Looking back up at you, you can’t look in his eyes. Conflicted by what you were feeling…sadness?…happy? But mostly worried by how he’ll react. Maybe he’ll be upset and stop speaking to you or he’d realize he never felt anything for you and it was all in the heat of the moment because he knew he’d be stuck with you given you were carrying his supposed offspring.

“Is that…?” Nodding softly, you move your hand away from his grasp. “Turns out I was just late…” you look up at him with a few tears beginning to well up in your eyes. “A false positive was all it was.” He was at loss for words, much like you he didn’t know how to react. He had to admit it was scary to think his world was flipped upside down with the whole baby bomb, but then there was the sudden joy to have a little one to call his. As much as he wished to take a walk and process it he knows he can’t be given that luxury. So wiping the single tear that falls from your eye, you tap his bicep and nod over to the car. “C‘mon, we got a wedding to catch up to.” Getting in, turned away from the others. None ask questions. Ignition is turned on the second Jaemin gets in and off you all went. Midway, he stopped on the side of the road where they all jumped out to change into their suits while leaving privacy for you inside to change into your bridesmaid dress. Fixing your hair and quickly applying the little makeup you brought with you, you take out your heels to put on. Taking off your shoes and out falls a gold key, holding it up it catches the attention of Haechan. “The key to the basement.” He snickers and shakes his head.

“Can I tell you guys something?” Mark suddenly says. “When I woke up, I had a bag with me…” Unzipping it, the car erupts in shock gasps as they see what contained inside it. “Can someone explain why I have thirty grand?” Everyone laughs, Haechan who’s currently sitting on his lap, pulls him into a tight hug and rubs his head. “Oh Markie!” “What?” But again, he’s not given a full explanation until about half an hour to their final destination. Worried they’d have to call it off, Renjun and Jisung had just left the room filled with a very frantic bride. Had just convinced her to not smear her makeup with her tears. Walking out of the house, they’re about to make the decision to call it off when a loud horn goes off. “Is that?” Watching as the very beaten up car comes into the driveway and out the six of you get out hurriedly. They grin and go to hug them when they start demanding for people to move out of the way. “Right this way come on Mark!” Running off into the backyard not caring what the guests thought as they watched him sprint by the aisle and onto the stage, “Sorry for the dilemma, shall we get started?”

Slamming the door open, you try to catch your breath but only get more of it knocked out when you feel Angie’s arms wrap around you. “Where the hell have you been?” She scolds at you with a worried look. “So sorry…long…story but…m’here now. Mark is here…fuck…it’s show time.” Her sadness now replaced with happy jitters she starts to smile and walks out of the room where her father waits with the others. The groomsmen and bridesmaid all in formation to go pair by pair and as it starts nearing to the last pair before the bride, thus being you and Jaemin. You hook your arm over his gently. Taking slow cautious steps as the guests stand and watch you two. “You look beautiful by the way.” He whispers low enough for you to hear. “Thank you, you don’t look all that bad either.” Thinking it was the end of it, he keeps going. “You know I’m here for you no matter what right? Baby or no baby.” Swallowing hard, you hum. “So if you’d do me the honors, I’d like to take you out sometime say next Saturday night?” Smiling sheepishly, you’re at the end of the aisle and go to part. “Sure why not, we’re married aren’t we?” And walk over to stand with the other bridesmaids with Jaemin sending you a smirk.

Watching as Angie comes in view with her father besides her, you watch mesmerized by her beauty. Even noticing a tear roll down Mark’s face, and when the officiant mentions the rings both you and Jaemin pause and send each other looks. And then it clicks, “oh! Right!” Taking off the ring you still had wrapped around your finger as he takes his off from his chain, you ignore the confused look on Angie’s face and give her the ring. Swapping it, they go to put it on each others finger. Looking up and catching eyes with Jaemin, he sends you a wink in which you slightly giggle and look back at the couple. And when the words are heard to kiss the bride, everyone bursts in cheers.

After a long night of partying and watching as the happy couple parts for their honeymoon, you hear one of the bridesmaid suggest to go to Vegas soon. “It was very fun-“ “NO!” She’s suddenly cut off by the five of you, only to regain composure and look again. Chuckling, you feel Jaemin pull a strand of your hair behind your ear. Looking up and meeting eyes with him, he stares deeply into your inching closer and closer until he kisses you softly. “Hey guys check this out! Found it in my suitcase.” Chenle holds the camera he had taken with him, “Lets just say they’re graphic for sure.” “You sure we should be looking at this?” Renjun asks worriedly, “Duh we need to get a clear understanding as to what happened last night.” “Okay but we’ll see it once though then delete it.” Jisung warns, rolling his eyes Hyuck agrees. Showing everyone the set of pictures a lot of mixed reactions to them but mostly one of shock and in disbelief.

From strippers giving the guys lap dances, to getting paint over the guys. Confetti getting shot by canons while shots were made. A baseball bat no one knew how it got in the hands of Haechan as he began to break everything. A few of you giving body shots to Jaemin while the others cheered on. Ones from the club where it clearly showed when you all took the roofies and Mark on stage pole dancing. To posing on top of the police car Chenle had just stolen the keys to. To Jaemin carrying you while you held a bottle of wine with a veil over your head and the Diamond ring shining brightly on your finger. And lastly, the house in which you all stole the Mafia boss’s pet Python. And then the realization hit…

“Did we ever give him back the snake?”

Suddenly, a crowd of screams could be heard from the front of the house where the beat up Mercedes was parked at.

Oh shit.

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