SS 9 Part 2

Yoon Bisam had a stronger sense of responsibility than expected.

He wouldn’t have taken the job in the first place if he hadn’t. Once he took on a task, he wouldn’t be satisfied until it was completed to his standards.

Thanks to this, Yoon Bisam hadn’t rested a single day since becoming the association president. Bomin had been constantly worried about this, so he hoped that Yoon Bisam would get some rest, even if it was just for a few days.

No matter how good his stamina was, living like this, constantly burdened with work, would have accumulated a significant amount of mental fatigue.

Moreover, judging by the dark circles under his eyes, it was clear that even as an S-class Esper, physical fatigue was continuously building up.

“Okay.”

Yoon Bisam lightly stole a kiss from Bomin’s lips. Inhaling deeply, Bomin’s unique scent filled his lungs.

His mind, which had felt like it was about to snap at any moment, felt much calmer.

“So, what color suit do you want me to wear?”

Bomin, leaning his cheek against Yoon Bisam’s broad chest, lifted his head and asked for his opinion. He wanted to hear everyone’s opinions and choose an option that would satisfy them all.

“My preference is a large jacket on top and… nothing underneath.”

Yoon Bisam traced Bomin’s slender waistline with his hand and then kneaded his b*ttocks, which were covered by sweatpants, as if he were kneading dough.

“…Right.”

He had forgotten for a moment. What kind of guy this was.

If it were a wedding without guests, this was the kind of guy who would make Bomin walk down a long aisle naked, with only a veil on his head.

“Let’s just wear the color I want.”

Bomin neatly concluded. If he left it to these guys, differences in opinion would quickly escalate into a physical fight, and there was a risk of having a scandalous wedding.

* * *

“…You’re really so beautiful.”

Jeong Hotae, his cheeks faintly flushed, extended his right hand to Bomin. As Bomin lightly placed his hand on top, Jeong Hotae reverently pressed his lips to the back of Bomin’s hand, like a knight making a vow.

Even after pulling his lips away, Jeong Hotae continued to caress Bomin’s slender fingers for a while, gazing at him affectionately.

“I don’t think anyone but you could pull this off.”

Song Jaeho, with his arms crossed, scanned Bomin from head to toe. It was understandable, as the suit Bomin was wearing was unconventional.

Usually, suits focused on one main color and added accents to the jacket collar, dress shirt, or tie. However, the suit Bomin was currently wearing boasted a variety of colors, with white, pink, sky blue, and beige all mixed together.

Fortunately, it was a custom-designed suit by a skilled designer specifically for Bomin, so the clothing itself wasn’t bad.

As Song Jaeho said, it just felt like no one but Bomin could pull it off.

“How come you all are wearing black?”

While they had recommended various colors to him, they were all unified in black, even though the designs were slightly different.

“This is the same too.”

Kim Seohun pointed to the boutonniere on his left chest. White baby’s breath surrounded a magenta chrysanthemum, Bomin’s birth flower.

“Will many people come? I don’t have anyone to invite…”

Bomin initially thought they would hold the ceremony with just the main participants.

‘It would be nice to have many people to congratulate us since it’s a wedding.’

But unexpectedly, Han Biseong had made a sensible remark. As he said, it was better to have a wedding with the blessings of many people. The problem was that the only people Bomin had formed close relationships with in this world were them.

He briefly considered inviting the original Bomin and his lover, but he decided not to, as their changed appearances might not be well-received by them.

“Yoon Bisam is the association president. People have come from all over the world. And we’ve all been in the association for a long time, so we have some guys to invite.”

Even while conversing, Bomin was showing a bright smile to the photographers who were sitting in the waiting room, constantly clicking their camera shutters.

They were hired by Song Jaeho, who insisted on recording these happy moments.

“But have we agreed on who I’ll walk in with?”

Besides the color of the suit Bomin would wear, there was another reason for their arguments. It was about who would hold Bomin’s hand and walk in with him.

Bomin only had two hands, so even if they stood on both sides, two people was the maximum. Because of this, the mansion was noisy every day with their claims that they should be the one to hold Bomin’s hand and enter.

“…We’ve reached an agreement.”

Won Seongwoo, who had been quietly sitting next to Bomin, answered in a low voice. However, his voice trembled slightly at the end, as if he was hiding something.

Bomin’s eyes narrowed. It seemed they had come up with a way to shock him.

‘It can’t be…’

* * *

Bomin’s eyes shook violently.

Since it was a cold day, they chose the largest indoor venue for the wedding. Contrary to Bomin’s worries, the spacious hall was packed with guests.

Leaving the waiting room after being told it was time for the ceremony to begin, Bomin lost his words as he looked down at the broad back bent before him.

“…..”

“What are you doing? Get on quickly.”

He hadn’t expected a typical wedding. From the beginning, it was a wedding with one bride and seven grooms.

But even so…

Looking at Han Biseong, who was telling him to climb onto his shoulders as if it were nothing, Bomin wanted to run out of the wedding hall right then and there.

If this was going to happen, they shouldn’t have invited so many guests.

It felt like he was about to put on a skit in front of thousands of people. Bomin’s nape flushed faintly.

“As always, you’re so stubborn.”

Since Bomin showed no sign of moving, Han Biseong took action himself. He lifted Bomin, who was standing still like a statue, into the air.

“…We’re entering like this?”

“That’s the only way we can surround you.”

As if planned, the remaining six surrounded Bomin. Jeong Hotae and Shi Yu-hyeon held his hands, and in front of them, Song Jaeho and Yoon Bisam held Bomin’s feet as if they were hands.

Kim Seohun and Won Seongwoo’s hands firmly supported Bomin’s back, which was about to fall backward because his feet were lifted forward.

“…What is this?”

Now, not only Bomin’s nape but also his cheeks were flushed. He was already prepared to put on a thick mask of indifference because he was wearing a colorful suit.

But now, not only his clothes but also his entrance posture was attracting everyone’s attention.

As the protagonist of the wedding, it was natural for people’s eyes to be focused on him, but…

“Hey, let’s not take pictures of us like this.”

He didn’t want to leave behind a photographic record of this moment. He was sure his face was bright red even without looking in the mirror.

“We’re going to film a video too? I told them to record everything without missing a single thing.”

However, Bomin’s small wish vanished without a trace at Song Jaeho’s sharp words.

“We’ll be entering now.”

A staff member approached and informed them of the entrance order.

It was a wedding without an officiant. It was a ceremony solely for Bomin to walk a long path with the blessings of the people.

‘I should have asked for thicker makeup.’

Bomin briefly regretted the past, but what was coming had come. His embarrassed face had already been captured by the camera lens.

The door opened, and bright lights poured in. The guests were already applauding and cheering. There were so many people that it felt like entering a concert hall.

Bomin forced himself to lift his head, which kept drooping in embarrassment. Even when he looked around, the bright lights seemed to focus only on the path he was walking, so he couldn’t see the expressions of the guests clearly.

‘Everyone looks so happy.’

Instead, he looked at the faces of those walking with him. All of them had smiles on their faces, a stark contrast to his own embarrassed and shrinking figure.

Seeing the happy faces of those he loved, Bomin gradually put his embarrassment aside and began to fully enjoy this moment.

“We will now proceed with the exchange of rings.”

The emcee was Yoon Bisam’s assistant. At the emcee’s words, Han Biseong carefully lowered Bomin, whom he had been carrying on his shoulders, to the ground.

“Here you go.”

A staff member brought a tray with several identical boxes on it.

“Thank you so much for being with us.”

Jeong Hotae, as a representative, knelt on one knee in front of Bomin. There had been a dispute over who would put the ring on Bomin’s finger at the wedding, but they had agreed that each of them would put a ring on Bomin’s finger one by one after the ceremony.

A simple platinum ring with a diamond in the center was revealed inside the box. Inside, the initials of Bomin, the Espers, and Kim Seohun were engraved in small letters.

“Me, too.”

Bomin traced the edge of the ring on his left ring finger with a shy smile.

At some point, Bomin had stopped forcing expressions. There was no need for it anymore. Because no matter what emotions he felt or what thoughts he had, these people who would love him unconditionally were with him.

Just as Jeong Hotae had done, Bomin took out a ring one by one and put it on the fingers of those standing before him. Each time he put on a ring, he didn’t forget to press his lips to the spot where the ring was placed.

Finally, when the same rings adorned the left ring fingers of everyone, Bomin held the bouquet handed to him by the staff and smiled brightly.

“You’re smiling so beautifully.”

The first to kiss Bomin was Song Jaeho. He pressed his lips to the edge of the white veil draped over Bomin’s head and then immediately lifted his head to steal a kiss from Bomin’s pink lips.

He wanted to entwine their tongues, but if he did, the d*ck hidden in his thighs would swell up immediately. It was difficult to hide his arousal because the suit pants were so tight.

Following suit, each of them pressed their lips to Bomin’s lips, cheeks, and fingertips, imprinting the image of Bomin’s happiness in their hearts. So that they could remember it forever.

“With the promise to never lose their love for each other for the rest of their lives, they will now march energetically amidst the blessings of the guests!”

As the atmosphere became subtly charged, the emcee hurriedly delivered the final lines. Since it was a ceremony without greetings to parents or congratulatory songs, the wedding ended as soon as it began.

However, it was better than having his boss cause a huge scene in front of so many people.

“Bride and grooms! March energetically!”