The Wedding Plan

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Byulyi squints her eyes at the unfinished floor plan before her. Due to scheduling, tonight was the only time for her to visualize the layout for the reception party. Unfortunately, the venue workers were running around tearing down the setup from the previous event that had just ended.

She presses her tablet pen against the screen, frantically erasing the messy rough draft of her plans from view. Clearly frustrated, with everything that Irene requested for the reception. This was going to take some immense adjusting. Someway somehow, Byulyi had to fit a photo booth, ice sculptures, an enormous dance floor, lounge area, and an over-the-top ice cream bar in this one space alone.

Not to mention the amount of florals the bride was asking for as well. But then again this Moon Byulyi: Wedding Planner of the Year and she lived for challenges. With determination blazing in her dark orbs, she returns to sketching.

Moonbyul the wedding planner was interesting. Different yet somewhat similar to her past self. Perhaps a more stronger, bolder version of her high school version.

And Seokjin couldn't tear his gaze off the woman across the room.

The minor furrow in her brows as she concentrates on drafting, the way her wavy, midnight locks flowed over her shoulders like a waterfall, and most of all her doe eyes. She was dedicated and the zealous glimmer in her eyes brought great satisfaction to Seokjin. She had finally discovered her own passion.

He doesn't even notice when Rosé, her assistant, comes in from behind to help the wedding planner out with the preparations and catches him staring along the way.

"She's amazing, isn't she?" Rosé giggles kneeling down the stairs beside the groom.

Jin nearly chokes on the empty air, his face flushing deep hue of pink. Was he just caught in the act? He glances down at the assistant. When did she even get there? Quickly, gathering his thoughts he clears his throat.

"I've never seen someone so dedicated to their job." Seokjin says, his eyes trailing back to the wedding planner.

"Too dedicated if you ask me." Rosé mumbles with a loud sigh. Seokjin raises a brow, looking at the assistant for further clarification.

"She's not Wedding Planner of the Year for no reason. The woman barely eats a proper meal. I wouldn't be surprised if she goes home and straight to finishing up the details instead of dinner. She lives and breathes wedding planning." Rosé further explains with a shake of her head. Seokjin neglects to suppress the concern that falls across his face.

Moonbyul lets out an exhausted sigh as she gently places her tablet back in its snug compartment. She glances at her watch: half past eight. Dinner was not in her plans today, especially with the Kim's wedding only days away. She slings her bag over her shoulder, ready to take her leave when Rosé appears.

"The Kim's invited us to get dinner with them since it's so late." Rosé tells her boss.

"Rosé." The assistant's name comes out as a warning,

"You know how I am before weddings. There's still a lot of stuff to coordinate." And she doesn't want to be within proximity of Seokjin more than she already needs to be.

"Mr. Kim was adamant that he'd treat us out and that you had to be there since you're the head of all the planning." Rosé responds, pushing off Byulyi's lame excuse.

The wedding planner glances at the man a few meters away. For someone days away from being married, he sure had a lot of other plans.

"Plus, unnie I haven't eaten all day." She adds with a tiny pout. Byulyi stares emotionlessly at her second-in-command.

"It'll only be a quick bite. Then we can leave." Rosé insists, hands clasped together and eyes begging for approval.