Ace of Hearts

Catching Feelings

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"Ow! That hurts." Namjoo complained when the stylist pulled her hair back. Whining even more when the woman furiously hit the hair spray nozzle that the particles rained all over her. Forced to clamp her eyes shut, Namjoo held her breath unable to wait until the styling was over.

Her ass was cramping and her legs gone stiff. She'd been sitting in this chair for two hours getting her makeup and hair done by a pair of tedious hands. Woken up at five in the morning to prepare for the photoshoot Sehun's mother wholeheartedly scheduled for them.

They must go the old woman repeated a thousand times the past week. There was no more time to waste. The wedding was fast approaching, why weren't they picking up their slack? From one calm woman who'd chanted for Namjoo to take it easy to a manic flying through an endless checklist, she could barely understand Sehun's mother any more than he did.

Zipping their lips and snapping their mouths shut the two were merely going with the flow. Madam Oh had called one salon to the next searching for the perfect place that would provide the best of service, booking it, and leaving them to fulfill the rest. Get dressed. Get made up. Head on straight to the botanical garden where the professional photographer was waiting for them.

The studio reserved was a two-story complex. Rated 5 stars on the internet. Referred by Aunt Na luckily before Madam Oh reached her end's wits and started pulling her beautiful luscious hair out.

Namjoo wanted night to fall already. Better yet if it stormed heavily so she wouldn't have to do this.

"You can stand up now. There's just one last finishing touch." The bobbed hair stylist directed.

She spat and waved her arms around when the petite woman attempted to spray an entire bottle of perfume on her. "Ok! Ok! Enough! Stop it already!"

One after another her nerves were snapping. Regardless how beautiful they tried to make her it was all superficial. Namjoo's eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep. Irritated through and through.

Removing the black veil that protected her dress, the stylist finally backed away offering her space and time to soak in the magic of a thousand-dollar makeover. Expecting, perhaps, for Namjoo to shed tears gratefully or gape at the profound work done on her.

Namjoo all but glowered. Already in the wedding dress Madam Oh rented for her. She'd been so sleepy she was literally half conscious when they'd helped her put it on and chauffeured her to the salon. In such a bleary state, Namjoo couldn't quite remember if Sehun had ridden the car with her or not.

Speaking of the devil, she instinctively caught sight of him standing the doorway. It didn't hit her to wonder how long he'd been standing there. She just took note that he was already dressed, too. His hair was slicked to the side revealing a pretty forehead. Compared to her he was minimally touched up.

Unfair.

Snatching the lower end of the dress she headed toward him aware time was wasting and his mother wouldn't forgive them for being late to an appointment. Not a strand in her hair moved while she briskly crossed the short corridor with him. "My hair is frozen."

"It'll just be a few hours." He consoled.

"I hope this goes by fast." She mumbled on the way out. Not even a quarter way to the doors and she deliriously called out, "Wait, wait, wait."

Stopping with her he asked, "What?"

Snatching his arm, she yowled lifting a foot up, "My ankle. Let's walk slowly."

"I have coffee in the car." He offered when they continued the short walk outside.

"It's just going to make me go often. Do you have any idea how hard it is getting into and out of a wedding dress?" Dismissing his generosity Namjoo shot him a glare.