Some people are a bit more decorous but still pretty happy for them.

Okay he should straighten up but he kind of doesn't want to stop kissing.

Nobody's gonna stop them.

Well after a few seconds Yoo-min clears his throat. Lest they forget they're still surrounded by people including parents. You know. Just in case.

Yes yes right. But Haru can get a very soft whisper that no other espers can hear: "This kimono was too expensive for me to rip it off you but I definitely want you out of it."

"We have to sit through this whole reception and dinner first," Haru purrs back. "Be good."

"I make no promises."

Yoo-min clears his throat again. "Alright, now, off with the two of you to go do whatever it is married couples do right after the ceremony's over, not my job anymore, I think people might throw rice at you? I dunno, good luck!"

Haru giggles. The venue actually forbids throwing rice because it can hurt birds or something? But they can go mingle.

Well, "mingle", everyone wants to congratulate the couple after that.

"You guys, that was so pretty, Tae-hwan couldn't stop crying," says Woo-young, tugging his partner along.

"Shut up I wasn't crying that much."

"I was," says Jaeha, continually rubbing his eyes with Yoo-min's handkerchief. "I'm sure you guys saw."

"Congratulations, you two," says Hee-seo, walking up to them with Dal-seo in tow. "That was beautiful. Who wrote the officiant's speeches?"

"He did those himself, he's a character."

(Holy shit that's Nam fucking Hee-seo what the fuck is she doing here—)

Pat pat. "I wouldn't be surprised if he was being honest when he said he was improvising."

"Would I lie about that?" says the man himself, showing up outta nowhere with Seungjoo in tow.

"Congratulations!" he says to the couple, rather than engage with his hyung's antics.

Gosh this is. So many people. So, so many people.

Park Yoo-min was right this is too much. He's not going to cry anymore but he's wobbling a bit.

"Well, young man, I hope you won't mind me having someone contact you about speechwriting, that was very well-done."

"Thank you, Nam Hee-seo-nim, but I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to produce that on command. I spoke from the heart."

(DID HE JUST REFUSE NAM HEE-SEO WHAT THE FUCK.)

"Besides, he has a job already, not everyone is as weird a workaholic as I am. - Mom, let me introduce you to your opposite number! - this is my mother Ren Swan, though I don't know if you have any languages in common -"

Ren smiles and bows. "It's nice to meet you!" She goes for a Japanese greeting rather than an English one at a wild guess.

She bows, too. "It's a pleasure to meet you, too," she replies in Japanese. "You've raised a lovely young man, Swan-san."