(Called it.)

"How do I look?"

"You look very handsome."

"Oppa this is the fifth time you ask this."

"I know, I'm just—"

"Hyung, it'll be fine. He's crazy about you, you know that. You're his dream guy."

Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh.

"But I'm not, I'm, I'm just, I'm just some guy, I was so fucked up in the head and I'm not like not fucked up now, and—"

"Oppa, seriously."

"He loves you to death, his parents love you to death, I've never met a more compatible couple—"

"Hey!"

"Come on, noona, you know what I mean."

"As your girlfriend it is my duty to give you a hard time when you say stuff like this."

Aaaaaaahhh!!!!!!

He walks over to the door to surreptitiously open it a fraction and look at the reception area outside.

"You stay where you belong until it is time and you belong somewhere else," scolds Cricket from where he is standing guard outside the door to the adjacent room in which Haru's presumably getting en-kimono'd with Ren's help.

They're getting married outdoors, of course, and Jaeha can see through the hallway window the tossing rainbow of leaves everywhere - there was a backup venue in case of rain but it's only partly cloudy today, chilly enough for long sleeves and the occasional sweater or blazer but not calling for parkas. There are flowers everywhere, gentians and white roses and Queen Anne's lace and delphiniums, especially all over the spot where they're supposed to stand. Charlie's in the front row, politely allowing one of Haru's friends from Japan to practice English at him. There's a screen up that's going to subtitle the English ceremony in Korean and Japanese, since Jaeha is under strict instructions from his affianced to not touch his powers even a speck on their wedding day lest he enjoy it one iota less than he ought to.

He loves his Haru so, so, so much.

"Apologies, Cricket, I'll go back where I belong," he says, shutting the door.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"You know, oppa, it's really funny to watch you being so completely unchill. Change of pace from the usual."

"Are you sure you've met the same Kang Jaeha I have? This man is terminally—"

Jaeha covers Yoo-min's mouth. "Don't you have something to prepare? What am I paying you for."

He pushes Jaeha's hand away. "You're not paying me! This is volunteer work!"

"I'm paying you in allowing you to bear witness to the most beautiful wedding you will ever see, and you better be thankful for it."

"Wow, rude, are you saying you wouldn't have invited me otherwise?"

"No, I think he was just heavily implying it."

"Well, then I suppose I'd better deliver a service worthy of this honour. I should in fact go prepare. Toodles!" He walks over to the door, opens it, pauses, then looks over his shoulder to say, "You really are looking gorgeous, and I'm really happy for you." And then yeah off he goes.