((Y/N=Glader and actress, I'm making them have the same name))

You and Minho were taking your typical route through the Maze, chatting amiably. He had just told the most god-awful pun when your feet hit something on the ground, and you fell against him. Both of you tumbled to the ground, his head colliding hard with the ground.

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"Ki?" Minho's eyes blinked open at a familiar voice.

"Newt?" He asked confused, his friend was wearing a very nice tux, and they were in an unfamiliar room.

"Yes Minho," He detected the sarcasm in the boy's words. "It is I, Newt, at your bloody wedding."

Minho sat up and closed his eyes, desperately trying to calm his heart rate. The couch sank next to him and he felt 'Newt's hand on his shoulder. "It's okay Ki, I'd be nervous as hell too. This is big man, you're getting married!"

The door opened, and the boy next to him perked up. "Dylan's here!"

"Hey Thomas," The voice sounded like the Greenie Thomas' voice, except he was calling Newt Thomas. "How you feeling, Ki? The bride's getting excited. Although the bridesmaid is more excited I think."

Thomas chuckled. "What's Y/N excited about? It's not her wedding."

Minho opened his eyes at your name, taking in the scene around him. Thomas, or Dylan, as Newt, or Thomas, had called him was sitting on a chair across from him, and Newt/Thomas was reclined in the corner of the couch.

"Maybe because it's going to be hers soon." Dylan leaned forward to teasingly poke at Thomas' sides. He swatted his hands away, engagement ring flashing in the light.

"I nearly forgot about that." Minho laughed, although his blood was boiling. You were his, not this Thomas guy's. "I guess I'm just so nervous about this."

"Loosen up, mate." Thomas walked to the back of the couch to give his shoulders a massage. "You're about to go walk out there and marry the girl you love. And then in four months you get to be in my position, watching me marry the girl I love."

"Four months?" Minho echoed, hoping he wouldn't be stuck here for that long.

"Yep, we're working on booking a date, but today is your big day! Enough about me and Y/N!"

"Yeah. Enough." He shook his head to clear his thoughts. "I-I'm going to go to the bathroom."

"If you're going to throw up, make sure you pop in a few breath mints for the big kiss, y'know." Dylan advised, taking a sip of water.

Minho stumbled out of the room, and immediately ran into you. "Hey Mr. Nearly Married!" You greeted him, giving him a hug. He basked in the touch, already missing his Y/N from the Glade.

"Hey Y/N... you look great."

"Oh Hayoung looks even better. She's just stunning Ki. And that dress is so incredible I'm going to have to make a return trip to that shop for my own in a few months!"

"Yeah, Thomas hasn't shut up about it." Minho tried to laugh, but it sounded dry.

"That's what I was going over to do, the minister at the church we want to book just called me back. He has a date we can book, and I was going to tell Thomas about it." You hurried by him.

"Y/N." You stopped at his voice. "What day?"

"October 3rd, our three year anniversary. He proposed on our second, but filming got so hectic that he haven't had enough time yet."

"Well, I was just going to the bathroom, so I don't pee myself at the altar." He said sheepishly, and desperately hoped he would return to the Glade before he had to marry a woman he didn't love. He was sure this 'Ki' guy was heads-over-heels for her, but Minho loved you.

"Don't try to take a peek at the bride! It's bad luck, Ki Hong Lee!" You said after him, as you had an affinity for saying his name like he had first introduced himself, stressing every syllable.

"No problem." He muttered to himself, walking into the bathroom.

He leaned against the wall, desperately trying pull together his thoughts. He was about to marry a girl he didn't know, while the girl he loved, you, were set to marry his best friend. It was all very frustrating.

Minho splashed some water on his face, but only succeeded in making his tux and the floor wet. As he stepped back, he slipped and his chin came crashing down into the sink.

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"Why do you have to be so shucking heavy, Min." You groaned as you dragged your boyfriend through the Maze.

"Because I'm so toned, babe." He responded, coming to.

"Don't ever do that again." You threatened and helped him up.

"I won't. I had the weirdest shucking dream." Minho said as you two began walking back to the Glade. "I was about to marry some chick that wasn't you. But here's the thing, you were there, and you were engaged to Newt."

Your nose wrinkled at his story. "Newt's really not my type."