The wedding day
The wedding venue was changed to the hotel garden while the conference room was to be used for the reception.
To say that Chae Sung was nervous would be an understatement and he didn't know why he was nervous.
"This is just a business deal, this is just a business deal." he kept repeating to himself while wiping his sweaty palms as the maids put finishing touches on his outfit and hair.
"Hey kid." Mr. Kim said, closing the door to the penthouse.
"Wow! You look good. Your mother would be as proud as I am."
"Yeah, if he didn't leave but he left and I really don't care anymore." said Chae, watching his father through the mirror.
"Chae Sung-ah~"
"Dad don't! Okay? I don't wanna talk about him at least not today, if not ever." said Chae Sung, trying to fight back tears stinging his eyes, the topic of his mom will always be a touchy subject for him no matter how much time passes he still missed his mom and hated him for abandoning them without even a reason.
at least that's what he thought.
"I'm sorry son I shouldn't have." Mr.Kim said, giving his son a hug while Chae sniffled before pulling away from the hug.
"No! I refuse to shed anymore of my tears for him. he doesn't deserve them." said Chae, wiping a stray tear from his eyes while his father looked at him fondly, watching how Chae was the splitting image of his mother.
He for one wasn't angry at Chae's mother. He knew it was his fault that made Chae's mother leave, but He still loved his husband.
"Okay son lets get you fixed up and married, Yoon Jin and Hosoek are already here." said Mr. Kim.
Park Yoon Jin and Hosoek were family friends, they practically helped raise Chae Sung.
"At least that's one good thing about this bloody wedding. I get to see my hyungs even though they'll have to leave again." said Chae Sung while his father sat on the couch drinking a glass of whisky, watching his son through the mirror.
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Ditto was wearing a classic Moreno Tuxedo, the suit hugged his muscles beautifully. His slight stubble that matched his black hair gave him a rugged dark look coupled with his piercing grey eyes.
Ditro was cursing under his breath while he stood at the altar waiting for Chae Sung to show up and get this s**t show over with.
But as soon as the music started, his breath hitched when he laid his eyes on his future wife, who was flanked by his father.
Chae Sung was the definition of perfection on legs.
'Wait what? Stop it Ditro you have Christian .'
Ditro straightened his suit before putting on a fake smile for the Chae Sung and the f*****g media that he hated to no end.
Chae Sung wore an all white Primosa wedding suit with a veil. The whole gave his small figure an angelic look.
Chae Sung would be lying if he said Ditro didn't look breathtakingly handsome in that suit, so much so that his heart rate quickened at the sight of his future husband but he saw right through that fake smile as he give him one right back as Mr.Kim gave him away to Ditro.
Time skip to the reception sorry.
The reception decorated differently with every side. Mr.Kim and Mr.Beaumont went all out on the wedding decor saying nothing is too expensive for their heirs.
After Ditro and Chae Sung were congratulated for the nth time they separated to meet other guests.
Chae Sung went to his hyungs Yoon Jin and Hosoek who kept on hugging the younger even pinching his cute cheeks as they all laughed about how Chae has grown since the last time they saw each, not knowing that someone was seething in anger and jealousy watching the two older males fawning over his wife.
Yes his husband. But why feel this way when he had Christian?
He didn't know and he simply didn't care but one thing was for sure he hated sharing what's his and right now Chae Sung Beaumont is his.
So he put on a fake smile and pulled Chae away from the pair sighting some ridiculous reason that they need to head back to their newly gifted mansion.
This is mess of a chapter I know I know I'm just tired it's been a long f*****g day so bare with me it gets good,somewhat.
okay I'm kidding, it does get good once the obsession starts.
Mimi?