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forty-seven.

The Han's wedding is just about a week and a half away and Yuna has been stressing about it for days. There's times she's became bride-zilla, but no one blames her. She's been trying to get the decorations done, making sure everything was ready, or at least almost ready. I've been helping her out with everything, especially when she's at work to help relieve some of her stress.

Yuna is currently at work and I'm here at her house trying to put her bouquet together. I had bought a bunch of pretty white and champagne colored fake flowers of all different kinds. All the materials were spread out all over the Han's kitchen table which looked like a mini tornado hit.

I was in the middle of cutting some of the flowers to fit the bouquet better when I heard Jisung singing at the top of his lungs from another room. I chuckled to myself, continuing to work on the flowers, listening to his voice growing louder and louder. I saw the boy walk into the kitchen, staring at his phone, still singing along to the song that played through his ear buds. I looked up, waiting for him to say something but he didn't. He just continued to walk to the fridge, open it, and look at everything inside for a few seconds before closing it.

He held his phone up to his mouth as if it was a microphone, and belting out the lyrics to You Don't Know You're Beautiful. I pressed my lips together, breathing out through my nose as I held back a laugh. The boy was in his own world, probably preforming his seventh concert for the day.

He started to slowly turn away from the fridge to walk out of the kitchen and looked up from his phone finally, seeing me sitting at the table. He let out a loud scream, throwing himself back into the fridge and sliding down to the floor.

"How long have you been there?"

I covered my mouth as I stared at him on the ground. It took a few moments to process that he had asked me a question. "For about an hour and a half," I responded. "One Direction?"

Jisung got up from the kitchen floor, his face a bright red color. "They're songs are bops."

I chuckled at his response and went back to the bouquet. The squirrel walked over to the table, pulling out a chair in front of me and sitting down. He started grabbing everything and looking at it.

"Nervous?" I asked my best friend.

He let out a small sigh, setting down the flowers he hand in his hand. "A bit. I feel like I'll stumble over my words or worse, trip."

"Good thing you won't be walking down the aisle in a pretty dress," I teased.

There was a soft knock at the front door. Jisung shot up from the chair and hurried over, looking through the peep hole on the door. "Your sister is here." He unlocked the door, swinging it open and allowing Hannah to walk in.

"Hey Hannah Banana!" I greeted her from where I sat. "What are you doing here?"

Hannah gave Jisung a quick hug before walking over and meeting me at the table. She sat down in the chair Jisung previously sat in.

"Yuna told me to come over. She said she needed to talk. Is she here yet?"

I shook my head no, putting the last fe flowers in their spot in the bouquet. "Not yet. Can you help me with the ribbon real quick? Just hold the flowers while I wrap them."

Hannah grabbed the silky champagne ribbon, handing it to me while I traded her with the flowers. I grabbed the hot glue gun and squeezed a decent amount on the ribbon, carefully placing it on the stem of the fake flowers. I continued to glue the ribbon all around and down the stems, making sure the flowers were secured before cutting the ribbon. Hannah held onto the bouquet while I cut another decent length of ribbon, tying it into a bow and gluing it onto the ribbon on the flowers.