Y'all I miss Roses & Tattoos oof

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"Tae... Yoongi isn't a fan of big weddings and flowers. You know this already," Hoseok explained for what felt like the millionth time.

Taehyung frowned, looking down at his feet. "O-O-Oh. O-Okay. Um... I-I just thought that it would be d-different now, since you're the K-King, b-b-but I guess n-not." Taehyung sniffled, making me rub the spot between my eyebrows.

"Fine, we'll have the big weddings, with the huge flower bouquets, and where the townspeople release doves and shit." I said, watching as both Hoseok and Taehyung whipped their heads to face me.

"R-Really?" Taehyung beamed, making me nod. He squealed, giving me a hug, which I returned with a simple pat on the head. We still were working up to the affection thing. "Except it isn't doves. We're having everyone blow bubbles! Doves are cute but hard to find. Plus, kids aren't afraid of bubbles! I purchased bubbles that are supposed to be a rainbow color. I'm so excited."

"This is starting to sound more like your wedding than ours," Hoseok chuckled.

Taehyung smoothed out the front of his shirt with a sigh. "Well, Kookie hasn't proposed or anything, so, clearly, I'm not getting a wedding of my own anytime soon, so I'm planning yours the way I would want my dream, priceless, wedding!"

"Um, no, we had discussed a price," Hoseok explained, which Taehyung merely shrugged off.

"Prices are always negotiable. Love isn't something you want to be cheap with! This is your wedding we're talking about, HoHo."

I laughed. "Wait- did you just call him HoHo?"

Taehyung pouted. "Yes. It makes me think of Santa Clause, is that a problem?"

I sighed. "I-I guess not."

Taehyung laughed. "I'm just dicking around! I wanted to try it out, but I don't like it." Taehyung tapped a finger on his chin. "Now, speaking of dick, I'm going to go find Kookie. Be ready for wedding attire fittings at noon tomorrow!" Taehyung said as he skipped down the hallway.

I sighed, immediately taking Hoseok in my embrace, him bending his neck slightly so his head fit in the crook between my neck and shoulder. "Whose idea was it to let Tae plan our wedding?"

I chuckled, pecking Hoseok's temple. "Well, my dear, that was your idea. You thought it would make him the happiest person in the world. And it has, you were right about that."

He lifted his head up so he met my eyes. "Only for the sacrifice of our dream wedding."

I gave him a small smile, kissing his nose. "My only dream is you. I would be fine getting married to you while wearing garbage bags for our attire, with Namjoon attempting to read us our vows through the art of Tibetan throat singing."

"Oh God," Hoseok laughed, covering his mouth with his hand. "Could you fucking imagine?"

I couldn't help but laugh along with his contagious laughter. "Oh goodness, that would be one hell of a memorable wedding."

We giggled at the picture for a while longer before I sighed. "Babe, I have an idea on how to make this wedding even better."

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Howdy.

Tibetan throat singing is.... an experience.

But Namjoon doing Tibetan throat singing.... a hot experience.