It was a lazy Sunday morning.
Aiden was still half-asleep, curled up on the couch in a blanket burrito. Sion stood in the kitchen, shirtless, pouring milk into cereal with far too much confidence for someone who once mistook salt for sugar.
"I made breakfast," he announced proudly.
Aiden peeked one eye open. "Cereal isn't cooking."
"It's assembling," Sion argued, walking over and trying to feed him a spoonful.
"Feed me one more time and I swear—" Ding dong.
They both turned toward the front door.
"Did you order something?" Aiden asked.
"No." Sion walked over and opened the door—
Only to freeze.
It was his father.
Dressed in a sharp suit. Eyebrow already raised.
Aiden sat bolt upright. Sion dropped the spoon. Milk hit the floor.
"Dad?! You were supposed to be in Japan this week!"
"I was. But I missed the feeling of my blood pressure spiking."
He stepped inside like a hurricane. His eyes swept the apartment: the disheveled blankets, the socks on the lamp, the suspiciously shirtless Sion, and Aiden in oversized pajama pants.
Aiden scrambled up. "Good morning, sir!"
Sion's dad turned to him and smiled faintly. "You're still alive. Impressive."
"Barely," Aiden muttered.
Sion tried to deflect. "Dad, want some cereal?"
"No."
"Want to see my new pillow fort?"
"No."
"Want to leave?"
"No."
A long silence.
Sion's dad sighed. "You're really living together, huh?"
"Yes," Sion said. "And we love it. Right, baby?"
Aiden blinked. "Don't call me that while your dad is here—"
Then suddenly, Sion dropped to one knee and pulled out a ring pop from his pajama pocket.
"Marry me, Aiden," he said in the most dramatic voice imaginable. "You already have my food, my bed, and my sanity."
Aiden choked. "What the hell are you—"
Sion's dad narrowed his eyes.
"Don't worry, sir," Sion added with a grin, "This is a prank. Unless…?"
Aiden smacked him with a cushion.
His dad exhaled. "Just don't elope without signing a prenup."
As Sion escorted his father to the door, Aiden leaned against the kitchen wall, flustered. When Sion returned, smug and smiling, Aiden asked, "Why a ring pop?"
"Because it's sweet," Sion winked. "And you already stole my heart, might as well get candy too."
"You're ridiculous."
"You're stuck with me."
They kissed, softly this time—until Sion's hand wandered and Aiden threatened to hit him with the cereal box.
It began with a sneeze.
Then two.
Then Aiden collapsed on the couch with a flushed face and a thermometer hanging out of his mouth like a cigarette.
Sion, ever dramatic, gasped like he'd witnessed a murder. "My baby is dying!"
"I have a cold," Aiden groaned, voice raspy. "Stop pacing like a lunatic."
Sion ignored him completely. "I'll make soup. I'll boil ten lemons. I'll call the ambulance—"
"No ambulance!"
But it was too late. Sion was already wrapped in a ridiculous pink apron, armed with a tray full of tea, tissues, and what looked like ten types of cough medicine.
He even wore a fake nurse hat he must've gotten online.
"You're not allowed to get up," Sion declared. "I'll feed you. Bathe you. Tuck you in. I'll even—oh my god, who left the window open?! What if you caught this because of a draft!?"
"Please stop yelling," Aiden mumbled, eyes closing.
Sion immediately shushed himself. "Sorry. Rest, my fragile love."
Later that evening, Aiden woke up surrounded by used tissues and Sion sitting beside him, gently stroking his hair. His features softened. "Thanks… for taking care of me."
Sion kissed his forehead. "I'll always take care of you. Even if you sneeze in my face again."
The next day, Aiden was better. Suspiciously too healthy, considering the fuss. That's when things got strange.
Sion dragged him to a fancy rooftop, supposedly for "fresh air."
There were white petals on the ground. Romantic lighting. A violinist playing something suspiciously romantic in the corner.
"Sion… what is this?"
Sion smirked and pulled out that same ring pop from before. "Let's pretend this is our wedding, just for fun. You said I'd never be able to pull it off, right?"
Aiden rolled his eyes. "Fine. You're ridiculous."
Just as he was about to bite the candy—
The real priest stepped forward.
Wait, real?
Suddenly, their close friends and even Sion's dad stepped out of hiding, all dressed in formal attire. Aiden stared at the crowd, blinking.
"Sion," he said flatly. "What. Is. This."
"The prank is... there is no prank." Sion grinned. "You're actually getting married right now."
Aiden's mouth dropped.
"No running," Sion whispered, gripping his hand. "You're stuck with me."
The ceremony was a blur. Vows were spoken between laughter and stolen glances. When the priest finally declared them husbands, Sion scooped Aiden up bridal-style and spun him around while the crowd cheered.
Later that night, back at their apartment, Aiden curled up next to Sion in bed.
"So... married, huh?"
"Legally, emotionally, physically," Sion nodded. "Also spiritually and snack-wise."
Aiden chuckled. "You're insane."
"I'm your insane."
He kissed Aiden's ring finger, then trailed kisses down to his wrist.
"Wanna celebrate all night?"
"I just got over a cold!"
"Then we'll start gently," Sion winked.
Aiden groaned—but didn't resist.
That night, the room was filled with soft giggles, shared warmth, and the quiet certainty that they had found a forever kind of love in the most chaotic, ridiculous, beautiful way.
The End.
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