Jan. 22nd, 2017 03:52 pm
!Fic: Mamma Mia! [Chapter 1]
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jungwheeinTitle: Mamma Mia! (My My, I Could Never Let You Go)
Length: Chaptered (currently incomplete)
Pairing: Main Baekhyun/Chanyeol, Side: Luhan/Baekhyun, Baekhyun/Kai, Kai/Sehun
Rating: PG13 for swearing
Genre: Romance, Drama, Fluff
Warnings: swearing, cliches
A/N: I watched Mamma Mia 3 times in one weekend then this fic was born
Disclaimer: I don't own EXO, I also don't own Mamma Mia! or it's plot, this story follows closely to the plot of the Musical but it's not completely the same.
ღ Chapter I: Money, Money, Money ღ
Ah… today is going to be a good day. I can feel it; And indeed, it looked like it was going to be a great day on the beach island of Kalokairi, Somewhere Off The Coast Of Greece (or how Baekhyun liked to call it, somewhere in assfuck nowhere). The sky was clear and the island was full of sunlight pouring from the reigning sun above. The atmosphere was peaceful and quiet, aside from the soft piano music playing in Baekhyun’s flower shop. The quaint flower shop was conveniently perched upon one of the cliffs on the island; a beautiful location, Baekhyun had thought to himself when he bought the shop. On the south side of the shop if you looked out the gigantic, glass windows you would see the ocean, sparkling in its vast beauty. On the north side, there was a long, spiraling road that led into the town. Byun Baekhyun sighed contently and looked down at his flower catalogue, finding himself at utter peace.
However, as fast as the peace came, it left; like a dove.
“A- ACHOO! Fuck, Baek, I don’t understand how you be can around this shit all damn day! The smell is everywhere! Just walking in here makes me want to throw up. How do you get any customers?” The mighty Oh Sehun huffed as he entered the flower shop owned by his fiancé. Baekhyun was lounging behind the counter reading a flower catalogue, totally unbothered by Sehun’s antics.
“Watch your language, Sehun.” Baekhyun scolded as Sehun sneezed again. Baekhyun looked up to see his to-be husband’s face. The tall, blond male’s normally toned face was starting to inflame from the pollen admission of the flowers in Baekhyun’s precious shop. The shorter brunette smirked and looked back at his catalogue. “You look like a tomato, by the way.”
“You don’t even care for me, Baek. Any good fiancé would be running to me with allergy meds by now.” Sehun replied with mock hurt.
“Too bad I’m not a good fiancé, huh? Your meds are in your jacket pocket anyways; You know that. Why didn’t you take them before coming, anyways? You know how you get around my babies.” Baekhyun looked up again to see his fiancé scrambling through his pockets to find the box of meds. When he found them, he uttered a small oh and unscrewed the cap of the bottle. “Figures.” Baekhyun muttered under his breath.
“Whatever”, Sehun sniffed, “once we’re married I won’t need these damn meds. You can sell this damn shop and just live at home in the mansion. I can provide enough for both of us.”
Baekhyun just rolled his eyes. Not This Again. “Sehun, we’ve gone over this. I’m not selling the shop. I don’t want to be completely dependent on you and your family. I want my own allowance to buy my own stuff and have my own luxuries without having to ask you for money all the time; and besides, I love this shop. I can’t just abandon all my babies, what will happen to them if I leave?” Baekhyun sighed forlornly as he gazed at the flowers he called his “babies” and then back at Sehun. “What, are we gonna keep them in our house?” Baekhyun asked cheekily.
“No, we are going to throw them away. I’m the only baby you need, Oh Baekhyun.” Sehun smirked and started to leave the store.
“I’m not Oh Baekhyun yet, Sehunnie. Wait, why’d you come to the store anyways if you are going to leave like, right after you came in?” Baekhyun asked confusedly.
“I just wanted to see your pretty face, that’s all. I’ll see you at the resort later. Oh, and Jongdae told me to tell you that he’s going to come over later to discuss the guest list. He's so grumpy. Take care of that would you? See you later, Baby!” With that, Sehun walked out of the store before Baekhyun could say his goodbyes.
Just as the bells stopped ringing from Sehun’s grand exit, they chimed again as Kim Jongdae, Byun Baekhyun’s one and only best friend and best man, entered the shop. The newcomer took a deep breath and sighed, “I love the sweet smell of fresh flowers in the morning.” Baekhyun smiled back.
“Well, that’s the first time I’ve heard that today. Time to go over the guest list?” Baekhyun walked out from behind the counter and pulled out a chair from the mini decorative table standing sweetly in the corner of the shop. Jongdae sighed, knowing fully well what must’ve gone down when he saw Sehun walking proudly out of the door just seconds earlier.
“Why do you keep letting him walk all over you? If he really loved you he wouldn’t be pushing you this much to close up the shop. He’d know how much it meant to you.” Jongdae huffed, frustrated. Jongdae had decided to help Baekhyun with all the preparations because Oh Sehun had told him to his (and Baekhyun’s) face that “He couldn’t care less about the preparations.” He couldn’t care less about his own wedding? Talk about bad first impressions. Jongdae scoffed internally. From that moment on, Jongdae had loathed Oh Sehun.
That’s why… well. Jongdae had a plan. He was going to get Baekhyun out of this ridiculous wedding. Jongdae took a seat at the decorative table too, and got to work on listing off the endless names. As he did so, He kept checking on Baekhyun’s expression. As soon as he knew Baekhyun was completely checked out of the (one-sided) conversation, he said three names he knew his best friend would never approve of…
“So, that’s it. Any objections?” Jongdae piped up at the end of the list. Baekhyun looked as if he was shaken out of a daze from Jongdae’s perky voice.
“Nope,” he said with a pop, “Sounds good! Thanks, Jongdae.” Jongdae just smilesd and nodded.
“I’ll see you at the resort later then, Baek. Bye.” He said as he walked out of the store, with a smirk completely unseen by the other male.
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Two weeks later.
A man dressed to the nines in a blue suit was sitting at his desk, as he looked out the high-rise windows in his office at the grimy, yet oddly peaceful, city of Beijing. His secretary knocked on the door and let himself in; the secretary strode up to the wide desk and handed his boss a pink envelope. He looked upon his boss as the CEO turned and inspected the envelope. His boss opened the card and seemed to be very smug about its’ contents. "I didn't know you still remembered me Baek, I'm touched.” He looked up at his secretary. “You may leave now,” as soon as the secretary bowed and left, he spoke again. “I guess it’s time to fuck up a pretty boy's wedding.” he beamed and leaned back in his chair, staring at the card.
A tall, tanned model-like man hurried around the kitchen in his apartment looking for an oven mitt. When he found it, he let out a small ahah in victory. He turned back to the oven to take out his just-perfectly-done cookies, when the doorbell rang. He cocked his head inquisitively and headed towards the door. When he opened it, a mailman smiled at him and handed him a few letters. As he received his mail, a pink card fell to the floor. He picked it up and inspected it, sending a small, absent-minded thanks to the mailman as he shut the door. He walked back to the kitchen and took out his now burning cookies, all while scolding himself for being so careless. He aired out the kitchen before looking at the pink envelope again. He opened the card up and smiled fondly. “I think it’s time to look through some college albums, huh?” He exited the kitchen to go deeper into his apartment.
In Seoul, a tall, curly-haired, brunette had just received his mail after being shut in his room for days on end finishing the final draft of his upcoming book. He walked back into his gigantic three-story house and looked through all the envelopes when he stumbled upon a pink card. He opened the card and released a small gasp; at first thinking that this was some sort of prank. He turns the card around, inspecting it. This had to be a prank; after all, he hadn’t seen Baekhyun in what… six years now? The author released a low, angry, growl and harshly threw the invitation into the trash; with this, he walked out of the living room. Several hours passed, and he eventually came back down the stairs into the living room. He took the card out of the trash and whispered to no one in particular, “Fuck it. Greece here we come.”
Length: Chaptered (currently incomplete)
Pairing: Main Baekhyun/Chanyeol, Side: Luhan/Baekhyun, Baekhyun/Kai, Kai/Sehun
Rating: PG13 for swearing
Genre: Romance, Drama, Fluff
Warnings: swearing, cliches
A/N: I watched Mamma Mia 3 times in one weekend then this fic was born
Disclaimer: I don't own EXO, I also don't own Mamma Mia! or it's plot, this story follows closely to the plot of the Musical but it's not completely the same.
ღ Chapter I: Money, Money, Money ღ
Ah… today is going to be a good day. I can feel it; And indeed, it looked like it was going to be a great day on the beach island of Kalokairi, Somewhere Off The Coast Of Greece (or how Baekhyun liked to call it, somewhere in assfuck nowhere). The sky was clear and the island was full of sunlight pouring from the reigning sun above. The atmosphere was peaceful and quiet, aside from the soft piano music playing in Baekhyun’s flower shop. The quaint flower shop was conveniently perched upon one of the cliffs on the island; a beautiful location, Baekhyun had thought to himself when he bought the shop. On the south side of the shop if you looked out the gigantic, glass windows you would see the ocean, sparkling in its vast beauty. On the north side, there was a long, spiraling road that led into the town. Byun Baekhyun sighed contently and looked down at his flower catalogue, finding himself at utter peace.
However, as fast as the peace came, it left; like a dove.
“A- ACHOO! Fuck, Baek, I don’t understand how you be can around this shit all damn day! The smell is everywhere! Just walking in here makes me want to throw up. How do you get any customers?” The mighty Oh Sehun huffed as he entered the flower shop owned by his fiancé. Baekhyun was lounging behind the counter reading a flower catalogue, totally unbothered by Sehun’s antics.
“Watch your language, Sehun.” Baekhyun scolded as Sehun sneezed again. Baekhyun looked up to see his to-be husband’s face. The tall, blond male’s normally toned face was starting to inflame from the pollen admission of the flowers in Baekhyun’s precious shop. The shorter brunette smirked and looked back at his catalogue. “You look like a tomato, by the way.”
“You don’t even care for me, Baek. Any good fiancé would be running to me with allergy meds by now.” Sehun replied with mock hurt.
“Too bad I’m not a good fiancé, huh? Your meds are in your jacket pocket anyways; You know that. Why didn’t you take them before coming, anyways? You know how you get around my babies.” Baekhyun looked up again to see his fiancé scrambling through his pockets to find the box of meds. When he found them, he uttered a small oh and unscrewed the cap of the bottle. “Figures.” Baekhyun muttered under his breath.
“Whatever”, Sehun sniffed, “once we’re married I won’t need these damn meds. You can sell this damn shop and just live at home in the mansion. I can provide enough for both of us.”
Baekhyun just rolled his eyes. Not This Again. “Sehun, we’ve gone over this. I’m not selling the shop. I don’t want to be completely dependent on you and your family. I want my own allowance to buy my own stuff and have my own luxuries without having to ask you for money all the time; and besides, I love this shop. I can’t just abandon all my babies, what will happen to them if I leave?” Baekhyun sighed forlornly as he gazed at the flowers he called his “babies” and then back at Sehun. “What, are we gonna keep them in our house?” Baekhyun asked cheekily.
“No, we are going to throw them away. I’m the only baby you need, Oh Baekhyun.” Sehun smirked and started to leave the store.
“I’m not Oh Baekhyun yet, Sehunnie. Wait, why’d you come to the store anyways if you are going to leave like, right after you came in?” Baekhyun asked confusedly.
“I just wanted to see your pretty face, that’s all. I’ll see you at the resort later. Oh, and Jongdae told me to tell you that he’s going to come over later to discuss the guest list. He's so grumpy. Take care of that would you? See you later, Baby!” With that, Sehun walked out of the store before Baekhyun could say his goodbyes.
Just as the bells stopped ringing from Sehun’s grand exit, they chimed again as Kim Jongdae, Byun Baekhyun’s one and only best friend and best man, entered the shop. The newcomer took a deep breath and sighed, “I love the sweet smell of fresh flowers in the morning.” Baekhyun smiled back.
“Well, that’s the first time I’ve heard that today. Time to go over the guest list?” Baekhyun walked out from behind the counter and pulled out a chair from the mini decorative table standing sweetly in the corner of the shop. Jongdae sighed, knowing fully well what must’ve gone down when he saw Sehun walking proudly out of the door just seconds earlier.
“Why do you keep letting him walk all over you? If he really loved you he wouldn’t be pushing you this much to close up the shop. He’d know how much it meant to you.” Jongdae huffed, frustrated. Jongdae had decided to help Baekhyun with all the preparations because Oh Sehun had told him to his (and Baekhyun’s) face that “He couldn’t care less about the preparations.” He couldn’t care less about his own wedding? Talk about bad first impressions. Jongdae scoffed internally. From that moment on, Jongdae had loathed Oh Sehun.
That’s why… well. Jongdae had a plan. He was going to get Baekhyun out of this ridiculous wedding. Jongdae took a seat at the decorative table too, and got to work on listing off the endless names. As he did so, He kept checking on Baekhyun’s expression. As soon as he knew Baekhyun was completely checked out of the (one-sided) conversation, he said three names he knew his best friend would never approve of…
“So, that’s it. Any objections?” Jongdae piped up at the end of the list. Baekhyun looked as if he was shaken out of a daze from Jongdae’s perky voice.
“Nope,” he said with a pop, “Sounds good! Thanks, Jongdae.” Jongdae just smilesd and nodded.
“I’ll see you at the resort later then, Baek. Bye.” He said as he walked out of the store, with a smirk completely unseen by the other male.
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Two weeks later.
A man dressed to the nines in a blue suit was sitting at his desk, as he looked out the high-rise windows in his office at the grimy, yet oddly peaceful, city of Beijing. His secretary knocked on the door and let himself in; the secretary strode up to the wide desk and handed his boss a pink envelope. He looked upon his boss as the CEO turned and inspected the envelope. His boss opened the card and seemed to be very smug about its’ contents. "I didn't know you still remembered me Baek, I'm touched.” He looked up at his secretary. “You may leave now,” as soon as the secretary bowed and left, he spoke again. “I guess it’s time to fuck up a pretty boy's wedding.” he beamed and leaned back in his chair, staring at the card.
A tall, tanned model-like man hurried around the kitchen in his apartment looking for an oven mitt. When he found it, he let out a small ahah in victory. He turned back to the oven to take out his just-perfectly-done cookies, when the doorbell rang. He cocked his head inquisitively and headed towards the door. When he opened it, a mailman smiled at him and handed him a few letters. As he received his mail, a pink card fell to the floor. He picked it up and inspected it, sending a small, absent-minded thanks to the mailman as he shut the door. He walked back to the kitchen and took out his now burning cookies, all while scolding himself for being so careless. He aired out the kitchen before looking at the pink envelope again. He opened the card up and smiled fondly. “I think it’s time to look through some college albums, huh?” He exited the kitchen to go deeper into his apartment.
In Seoul, a tall, curly-haired, brunette had just received his mail after being shut in his room for days on end finishing the final draft of his upcoming book. He walked back into his gigantic three-story house and looked through all the envelopes when he stumbled upon a pink card. He opened the card and released a small gasp; at first thinking that this was some sort of prank. He turns the card around, inspecting it. This had to be a prank; after all, he hadn’t seen Baekhyun in what… six years now? The author released a low, angry, growl and harshly threw the invitation into the trash; with this, he walked out of the living room. Several hours passed, and he eventually came back down the stairs into the living room. He took the card out of the trash and whispered to no one in particular, “Fuck it. Greece here we come.”
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