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After a long heavenly shower at the house, we decided to quickly make a move and go home.

"All set? Omma is visiting us in a moment. " Junhyung calls to me from the balcony.

I nodded yes to him and was about to follow him outside when I felt the need to do something. I paused and ran back outside the house to the aisle

where I stood last night. Junhyung calls out after me and followed me out. I crouched down on the platform and smile slyly up to Junhyung. He

frowns in confusion. 

"What are you thinking?" He asks in a warning tone.

I grin sneakily at him. "You got anything sharp?"

He eyes me warily and hands me his car keys. "What are you going to do?"

I ignore him and start craving into the wood platform. Junhyung yelps panickedly as soon as he realizes what I was doing.

"Stop! What are you Doing?!" He hisses.

I continue to shut him out and finish up my work. After a few moments, Junhyung just watche me carve helplessly. I step back and smile, satisfied of

the result.

"There."

Junhyung stares at me and look at my work. At first he was still frowning dissapprovingly, but then he pauses and smiles slowly when he realizes

what I've carved. Yong Junhyung and Kim Hyuna was officially married here.

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"Aaahh~ They're baack!" Omma exclaims as soon as Junhyung and I step into our home. I bow low before hugging her and Junhyung kiss her cheek.

"Appa is working again?" Junhyung asks.

Omma rolls her eyes. "What do you expect?"

I smile politely and head into the kitchen to make a drink. I head out shortly after and Junhyung is still there, his shirt ed slightly while

omma is talking excitedly, slapping his knee. I set down her drink and took a seat next to her.

"Go up and change first," I told Junhyung. He gets up without protesting.

Omma smiles at me softly. "I'm happy you're getting on well."

I grin back at her. "Me too,"

"Are you going to get anything for his birthday this saturday?" She asks, taking a sip of her drink.

I froze. Birthday? What birthday? I panicked mentally.

"Um, well-actually, I haven't thought of it yet." I gave her an apologetic smile.

She laughs heartily. "I guessed so. That's why I've prepared something for you. Come over tomorrow and I'll show you." She winks.

"What's it going to be?" I ask curiously.

Omma smiles happily, patting my knee. "It's a wedding. A real, wedding. Since both you and Junhyung have both fallen for each other...." she trails

off.

I see what she is doing.

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Mr.Park drove me to the familiar housing estate where Omma lives. The maids open the steel gates, and bow as I pass them. They take my shoes and

coat. Making me feel absolutely uncomfortable. And rich. I entered the living room, which was empty. Then I heard the sound of people laughing

from the second floor. I nervously hug my dress and made my way up. I hate being alone. I follow the direction of the voices, which leads me to the

 dressing/fitting room. I clear my throat and knock on the door nervously. When I hear no answer, I squeeze my eyes shut dreadfully and push open

 the door, smiling.

"Oh, Hyuna-sshi. You're here!" A woman slightly older than I am came over to greet me. I smile blankly at her, and bow.

"Hello~" I greeted quietly.

"Come join us, we've been looking at the gowns for you to wear." She beckons me over excitedly. I cooperated. I look around to look for Omma.

"Omma...??" I ask the woman.

"Auntie? She went out to make reservations for Junhyung Oppa's birthday dinner." The woman replies witha geniune smile.

"Your name is...??" I ask her timidly. She laughs politely.

"It's Hyemi. I'm Junhyung Oppa's cousin. So that makes you my elder." She explains. I nod understandingly.

"Here, look at the gowns and choose one. There are too many to choose from!" She delightfully tells me, handing me a catalogue. I took one and

skim through the pictures. All of the gowns were either too extravagant or too simple. I made a face and handed Hyemi the catalogue.

"No luck?" Hyemi asks. I smile a little and shook my head. She frowns thoughtfully.

"I have an online shop for wedding dresses, to be honest. Maybe you'd like to take a look?" She asks, taking out her laptop.

I raise my eyebrows and say nothing. She hands me the laptop and I look at her collection. I like it. They were sweet-looking gowns, and the designs

were so detailed. One of the gowns caught my eye. I had to have it.

"This. This is the one." I whisper to Hyemi, pointing to the gown.

She grins up at me. "Good choice."

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I follow Hyemi to her shop, where wedding gowns were lined up in rows and rows, suited up in plastic.

"Here, the gown you chose is exclusive. It's the one of of a kind dress that has only one size. I made it on impulse, actually. Here you go, try it on."

Hyemi tells me, handing me the gown.

I felt bad. Since it was exclusive and all. "Um, I feel bad. What if I ruin it?" I ask meekly. Hyemi laughs and waves my excuses away.

"Just try it on. I have a good feeling about it."

I smile gratefully at her and slip into a fitting room. I was doing this all over again. But it's the least I could do for Junhyung.

I bit my lip nervously as jitters filled my stomach. I pull the dress over my body. The lining was comfy and smooth. It hugs my body perfectly. I

took a step back. My fingers were cold. Yup, this is it. Definitely. I grin widely as I open the door and show Hyemi the fitted dress. She looks up and

immediately stands. Her eyes shining.

"Oh my goodness. It's amazing. Beautiful, stunning. Ohmygod." She exclaims.

I blush. "It does fit perfectly." I laugh.

"This is it. I'll call Auntie and tell her." She says and turns to leave.

I sigh happily as I look at myself.

"Junhyung ah, this is the least I can do for you. I'm glad I'm able to do this before I leave."

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