A/N: Short chapter but we're close to the wedding!

Kibum’s suit trial went a little differently than Jonghyun’s, considering that he had to bring Taemin along.

“Baby no, you cannot wear a skirt to the wedding.”

Taemin, wearing a mini skirt meant for Yoona like a dress, pouted. “Why not!? I look vewy pwetty!”

“You look amazing,” soothed Heechul. “But Uncle Hee made you a lovely suit that matches Daddy and Appa’s suits. Don’t you want to wear that?”

Taemin’s pout wavered slightly. “But I look pwetty.”

Heechul crouched down. “Tell you what. You wear the suit for the wedding and Uncle Hee will design you the prettiest skirt for your birthday. Pinky promise.”

They locked pinkies and Kibum melted a little from where he was fixing up his bowtie. He struggled for a few more minutes before Heechul huffed and fixed it himself.

“What sort of a fashion designer are you?” he muttered. “Can’t even fix a bowtie.”

He fiddled with the tie, smoothening the suit and fixing Kibum’s hair until he was satisfied. Heechul took a step back, observing his protégé fidget under his gaze.

“You look beautiful, Kibum-ah.”

And he did. Kibum stared at himself in the body-length mirror. The suit was the color of cream with a single-ed jacket and fitting pants. The only pop of color came from his black bowtie, tied to perfection.

“Daddy, you look weally good!”

Kibum smiled softly. “Thank you, baby.