The room was hectic.

There were several high heels footsteps being clattered noisily around the tiles, ajummas yelling orders back and forth as the poor, young workers carried around big heavy vases of flowers and excessively expensive glass ornaments.

Yoongi could have sworn he also saw a big ice statue resembling him being carried around at some point.

Everyone was so busy. It was quite amusing

On one side of the ceremony room stood Mrs Park and his mum, they were arguing with the delivery boy, apparently he had brought the wrong colour curtains.

Yoongi was silently wishing the man good luck, he would never want to be in the other’s position as the two mother- in-laws to be, seemed ready to fight a b*tch at any moment. Yoongi couldn’t help but chuckle at the turn of events as the man was now on his knees trying to placate the two women’s fury.
 

Yoongi quietly shifted to the reception area out in the back garden; he noticed that Mrs Kim wasn’t much better than the other two middle age ladies either, and by Mrs Kim he meant Kim Seokjin’s mother, or how she like to call herself: “The mother of your self-proclaimed mama” which was really kind of cringy especially referring to Seokjin as mama.

Mrs Kim was also helping with the wedding preparation and she was in charge of the food, she was a chef, she was the reason why his hyung was so skilled in the art of cookery as h followed her footsteps. She was currently hitting one of her junior chefs with a spatula for placing his fingers on her ‘perfectly crafted iced cupcakes’

Yoongi couldn’t help but let out an ugly a cackle before wincing, as tried to walk away unnoticed he was sure that if the old woman had caught him laughing at her she would have probably threw the spatula at his face, he pouted at the memory of her throwing a bowl of soup at him for calling her old and cranky. That was the day that Seokjin had left him to his devices hiding behind the broad shoulders of his boyfriend.

He could remember that day just as if it was yesterday, his so called hyung had left him to die alone.

That’s betrayal!

Speaking of his hyungs,

Yoongi walked to the dressing room area at the first floor where Taehyung and Jung kook were being poked with needles back and forth for the fitting of their tuxedos under the oldest scrutiny. Yoongi was so proud of himself for having gone to his fitting the day prior with his little brother, Seokjin was ruthless with his fashion sense, Yoongi thought that it would be better if he stuck to his cooking but he would never tell him that aloud for fear of dying young.

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