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On the morning of Suga’s wedding, Daichi woke up to pounding on his door. He got up still sleepy and was greeted with an anxious Asahi, so a regular morning.
“Why are you trying to kick my door down,” Daichi asked with a hand behind his neck.
“Daichi, wash your face, shower, this is very important,” Asahi said, shaking the box in his hands.
“What’s going on Asahi,” Daichi asked, feeling confused.
“These are Suga’s letters to you, handwritten, love confessions. He said there are around 50 letters in here so shower and read these, fast. You need to crash this wedding.”
“What do you mean by crash, I’m invited.”
“We need a runaway groom situation, you can’t let Suga marry! Stop making me explain and go to the shower,” Asahi said and pushed him to the bathroom. “I’ll make you some breakfast!”
Daichi hopped in the shower, confused and still half asleep. Him and Suga had a horrible fight and they hadn’t talked in a month, the longest they’ve ever gone. He kinda knew Suga had feelings for him with the way he acted, but, when he got into a serious relationship he thought all his chances were gone. Until a year after Suga’s relationship. Suga looked at him different, in a way that intimidated Daichi. He looked at him with a different love. That’s when all the emotional stuff began. The lunch dates that weren’t romantic but somehow made them feel insanely guilty. The one to one hangouts they had for years, felt like it was secretive, wrong. He felt like he was having an affair with Suga when he clearly didn’t.
That’s when he got himself a boyfriend. He didn’t want to feel guilty so he decided if he had a relationship, he could prove himself he was exaggerating.
Things got worse after that.
Suga practically hated his boyfriend. He didn’t want him around and Daichi obliged. He didn’t feel less guilty hanging out with Suga after that. Know he felt like he was also cheating, not just Suga. Even though nothing happened, they didn’t even kiss and he felt guilty. He tried to put some distance between him and Suga, which only worked for a week. After that, they went back to their normal.
Daichi cleaned himself thoroughly and got out of the shower. When he opened the door of the bathroom, he was greeted with Asahi’s impatient face. He quickly got dressed and set down on the couch with Asahi.
“You, start reading, I’ll bring you food,” Asahi said and left him alone with the box.
Daichi started at the box for a while before opening it. Inside, there was a stack of envelopes, dated and addressed to Daichi. He took them all out and counted them. Exactly 50. He started with the one on the bottom.
My dearest, Daichi,
I thought getting a boyfriend would help me move on from you, and it did, maybe for a year I was able to stop thinking about you romantically. But now, it’s all back in full force. Maybe even stronger.
For all my teenage years and into adulthood, I just wanted you. On every birthday,I wished for you. I was foolish to think I could ever move on from you.
If these letters ever find you, we are either dating or I’m out of your life. Just know, if you think that this is the first ever letter I’ve written for you, you’re mistaken. There’s a lot more in my parents home, where I hid them under my bed for years. Maybe one day I’ll give those to you too.
I love you so much.
Please be mine,
Your Koushi.
Daichi read the other 49 letters in one sitting, tears rolling down his cheeks. When he picked up the last letter, he saw Asahi, with a cup of tea in front of him.
“Drink some tea, I’ll leave you alone,” Asahi smiled at him and left him alone on the couch again.
Daichi opened the last letter. It still smelled like Koushi. It was dated a week before, right before his bachelor party. He read and read the letter, unsure about what to do.
“Asahi,” he called out to the kitchen, voice rough. “What am I supposed to do?”
“I have a feeling Suga wrote what he wanted in the letters, Daichi. It’s noon already, I need to go get dressed and pick up Suga. Be there for the wedding, even if you’re not going to do anything,” Asahi said and left the house.
Daichi frantically looked for his phone and opened his chat with Suga.
To: Suga <3
Suga, yellow.
Koushi, please, yellow.
YELLOW.
Daichi texted Suga back to back, hoping he would get the messages. When he didn’t answer in a Suga normal time, he tried to call. Suga’s phone was off, he couldn’t reach him no matter what. Daichi started thinking what to do. He didn’t have much time, the wedding was in a few hours, he also forgot to shave in the morning and his suit needed ironing. Daichi started by ironing his suit and hanging it up in his room. Daichi heard his phone ringing and with hopes of it being Suga he ran into his living room. It wasn’t Suga, it was just Daichi’s boyfriend.
“Hey baby,” he heard Kouta’s voice on the other end of the line.
“Hey, sorry I was ironing my suit,” Daichi said to the phone.
“Oh, good timing, when will you be picking me up, the wedding starts at 5 and it’s 3 pm already.”
“Oh, I forgot, I’m so sorry, I’ll come pick you at 4 pm, the drive is an hour,” Daichi said. Asahi giving the letters to him made Daichi forgot about his boyfriend. He was an asshole, who forgets about their own boyfriend.
“It’s fine, I’ll be ready by 4, love you,” Kouta said. Daichi couldn’t say love you back to him.
“See you soon, bye,” Daichi rushed out and ended the call. The phone call made him sweat so much, he needed to take another shower. He quickly shaved and took another quick shower.
He thought what he could do while he showered. He can’t let Suga get married but he also can’t stop a wedding while he had a date with him. Or could he? His best bet was catching Suga before he walked down that aisle. He put on the cologne Suga always complimented, got dressed and checked himself out in the mirror. He looked good enough to create a runaway groom scene, so he put his shoes on and left. When he got in the car, he was running 10 minutes late. He drove to Kouta’s place and saw him already waiting outside.
“Hey love,” Kouta said, getting in the car. He leaned into kiss Daichi, but at the last second Daichi turned his head so Kouta ended up kissing his cheek.
“Welcome, we are running a bit late, so I’m a bit stressed,” Daichi said and got back on the road.
The one hour ride was stressful and seemed like it would never end. Kouta talked for a while but when he didn’t get any answers from Daichi he stopped that too. They pulled up to the wedding venue 10 minutes late. Daichi parked the car quickly and got out. Kouta followed him inside
“Come on, let’s sit down, then I’ll go and say hello to Suga’s family,” Daichi said, making his way into the wedding area.
“Okay, I’ll just sit, the wedding should start soon already,” Kouta said back and followed Daichi to their seat.
Daichi rushed over to Asahi, who wasn’t with Suga. A bad sign. “Where’s Suga,” Daichi said to Asahi.
“He’s about to come out, you’re too late,” Asahi said and frowned.
“No, I’m not, I can still do something,” Daichi insisted. While their conversation went on, they heard the door open and Makoto walk in. Daichi rushed back to his seat, next to Kouta.
Makoto smiled and waved at people, he looked confident and handsome. He stood under the altar, looking at the door and waiting for Suga. After a few minutes the door opened again, revealing a breathtaking Suga. He looked so handsome in his tux, holding a matching bouquet of white roses and tulips. Suga didn’t seem as confident as Makoto, he looked nervous, forced a smile. He made eye contact with Suga and it made Suga stop momentarily but Suga gathered himself and walked down the aisle and stood across Makoto.
The officiant was talking, saying stuff about love and letting the person you love know that you love them. Daichi turned his head around and looked at Kouta, his eyes were wet, watching the wedding.
“I’m so sorry,” Daichi whispered.
Kouta gave him a confused look. “What are you sorry about?”
Daichi got up from his seat, all the eyes turned to him because of the sudden movement.
“Sir, can you please sit down,” the officiant asked Daichi but he got out of his seat and stood up on the aisle, looking at Suga.
“Suga, I love you. I have loved you since high school and I know you do too. I read all your letters, I know how you feel. Suga, don’t marry him.” Daichi’s heart pounded in his chest. Suga stood there, looking at him with an open mouth.
“I—“ Suga stuttered.
“Yellow,” Daichi said, held out a hand for Suga. While Daichi waited for him, he saw Asahi and Noya give him a proud thumbs up. For a second, Suga hesitated but eventually took Daichi’s hand, turned around to look back at Makoto.
“I’m so sorry Makoto,” he said and started running with Daichi behind him.
They ran down the aisle, got out of the wedding venue and got in Daichi’s car. Daichi started the car and drove away.
“Oh my God, holy shit,” Suga cursed. “What have we done,” Suga looked at Daichi.
“Koushi, I love you, I can’t let you marry another man and be stuck in a loveless marriage,” Daichi said and held Suga’s hand with one hand.
“Daichi, I love you too. I’m so glad we’re running away,” Suga said and took their intertwined hands and gave Daichi’s hand a soft kiss. They drove for a while, until Daichi saw a gas station and pulled there. Daichi got out of the car and opened Suga’s door.
Suga got out and started kissing Daichi. He pushed Daichi against the car and kissed him harder. Suga’s hands groped Daichi’s back, his nails softly scratched Daichi’s back through his suit jacket. Suga’s movements gave Daichi the courage he needed and he put his hands on Suga’s waist. Suga abruptly ended the kiss and pulled back.
“Oh my god, what are we doing,” Suga started crying. “I left my boyfriend at the altar, how can I do this?”
“Suga, do you not want this,” Daichi asked, his heart breaking while looking at Suga’s wet eyes.
“No, no, I wanted this my whole life, I want you so, so much. I’m just in shock, I never thought this would happen,” Suga let out a wet chuckle and kissed Daichi’s cheek. “Everyone hates us now, right?”
“Well, Asahi enabled this and Kuroo just texted me ‘Congrats on getting the groom’, so I’m guessing only our exes are mad,” Daichi said and gave Suga’s waist a squeeze.
“My parents hated Makoto,” Suga laughed and put his head on Daichi’s shoulder. “My dad asked me if I was sure a million times and my mom kept on saying I could always go back home and stay with them.”
“Well I’m glad they agree with me on that,” Daichi said.
“We should get married,” Suga said, lifting his head off Daichi’s shoulder and looking at him.
“Wait, yes,” Daichi said and got out from under Suga to get his bag from the backseat. Daichi got the box from his bag and got down on one knee.
“Wait, what are you doing, Daichi, oh my god,” Suga looked at him with tears in his eyes.
“Koushi, will you marry me?”
“Are you crazy? Yes, obviously yes,” Suga leaned down and kissed Daichi’s lips.
“Well, this worked out perfectly because if you didn’t want to run away with me, I was going to propose you,” Daichi laughed, eyes crinkling.
“You are an insane person,” Suga teased and kissed him again.
“I’m insane? You tortured me for months, making you help plan a wedding,” Daichi fake sobbed.
“Better late than never, right?”
“Well, you are worth the wait I guess.”
“You guess? Oh you bastard,” Suga said and punched Daichi’s shoulder.
“Wow, I save you from your wedding and you punch me? Maybe I should just leave you here,” Daichi said and got up.
“No, you can’t,” Suga giggled and pulled Daichi towards himself. Suga leaned against the car door and started kissing Daichi passionately. “You are so hot right now, saving me from my own wedding, proposing to me at the spot, I love this Daichi,” Suga whispered between kisses.
“Well, this is how you get the love of your life,” Daichi said and continued kissing Suga. Suga’s soft lips on Daichi’s was everything he dreamed of and now, it was his reality. Suddenly, Suga groped Daichi’s ass, which made him moan. Suga took advantage of Daichi’s open mouth and pushed his tongue in Daichi’s mouth. Daichi pushed one of his knees between Suga’s and rolled his hips against Suga’s. Suga tried to take Daichi’s jacket off but wasn’t too successful.
“Fuck, let’s get in the car,” Suga said and slightly pushed Daichi off of him. He opened car door, took his jacket off and laid down on the back seat. “Come in.”
Daichi took off his jacket in light speed and got on top of Suga in the back seat. He closed the door behind him and started kissing Suga. Suga opened up his legs and wrapped them around Daichi’s waist to get him closer. Daichi‘s kisses their way down from Suga’s mouth to his neck. Suga worked on Daichi’s dress shirt’s buttons, opening them with shaky hands. Daichi got off of Suga and sit on his knees to take off his shirt. Suga looked at him and licked his lips.
“Take yours off too, please,” Daichi said, looking at Suga from above. Suga straightened up a bit to take off his shirt. “Oh, Suga, I would do anything for you,” Daichi whispered and leaned down to kiss Suga’s bare chest.
“Daichi,” Suga moaned, hands travelling down Daichi’s back. His hands caressed Daichi’s broad back. Daichi looked into Suga’s eyes, smiling. All of a sudden Suga’s legs tightened around Daichi’s waist and pulled Daichi’s hips towards himself. Daichi let out a moan at the feeling of Suga’s ass on his dick. “Is that your phone or are you happy to see me,” Suga teased.
“You’re such an ass, like I can’t feel yours.” Daichi blushed and turned his head to the side.
“Come on, don’t be embarrassed. I’m trying to lighten the mood. Of course I want your dick against my ass,” Suga giggled.
“You’re killing the mood,” Daichi frowned.
Suga put a hand on Daichi’s chest. “You should say that to the guy down there, he seems to be in the mood.”
Daichi looked at Suga’s smug face and kissed him hard. He pushed his tongue in, swallowing Suga’s moan, he slowly rolled his hips against Suga’s ass. Suga’s short nails dug in Daichi’s back, trying to pull him closer. Daichi started to grind against Suga in a rhythm . He stopped kissing his lips and let Suga bury his face in the crook of his neck. Suga hugged him close, moaning against his neck, he moved his hips against Daichi to gain some friction too.
“Baby, I’m close,” Daichi whimpered in Suga’s ear and kissed his cheek.
“Yeah, me too,” Suga said back. His nails, even though short, scratched Daichi’s back.
Daichi picked up the pace and went faster. Suga threw his head and moaned Daichi’s name, he sound of his moan made Daichi come in his pants. Daichi was in the bliss of his own orgasm as Suga continued rocking his hips against Daichi. Once Daichi realized Suga didn’t come yet, he undid Suga’s belt and pushed his hand in Suga’s boxers. He grabbed Suga’s hard cock and thumbed at the slit. He picked up the precum on the tip of Suga’s dick and started stroking it, fast. While he stroked Suga’s dick he continued humping his ass.
“Oh my God, Daichi,” Suga moaned and came in Daichi’s hand. Daichi pulled his hand out and licked the cum off his finger. Suga stared at him and after Daichi finished up, he pulled Daichi close and kissed him hard. “I’m so in love with you,” Suga said breaking their kiss.
“I’m so in love with you, I feared I won’t be able to hold myself while we were alone before,” Daichi said, looking deep in Suga’s eyes. “I nearly made a move on you maybe a hundred times, I’ve been dreaming of this since high school .”
“Well, cumming in our pants is pretty high school behavior,” Suga giggled and kissed him. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me, if dry humping was this good, I can’t imagine how good your dick is.”
“You can see it whenever you want,” Daichi said and kissed Suga’s face. They cuddled for a while in the backseat of Daichi’s car.
“Oh, we have a problem, we can’t go back to my place,” Suga said, half asleep with Daichi on top of him.
“I want to say let’s go to mine but I feel like there’s going to be a lot of people waiting for us there.”
“Let’s just get a room at a nearby hotel, I really don’t want to see anyone right now,” Suga sighed.
“Whatever you want, my love.” Daichi kissed his cheek.