In Your Dreams (A DahMo Fanfic)

24: Our dream

"You seem awfully cheerful today," Sana notes going back to her seat. She stops, and glances over my shoulder. "Omo, why are you sketching wedding gowns?! Are you getting married?"

I shush her and pull her closer. "No! I...just...shut up okay? I don't want people hovering over me."

Sana narrows her gaze at me, pressing my shoulder firmly. "Momo-ring..."

Fine, I know we had this pep talk about not keeping secrets anymore, so I whisper what's actually going on. Sana yelps, almost jumping, but immediately restrains herself.

"Ugh! I'm so envious," Sana beams. "It's literally a dream wedding," she remarks, garnering a chuckle out of me.

"I wish I could invite you and Mi-tang...I'm sorry."

Sana wraps her arms around my neck, almost choking me, and presses her cheeks against mine. "Don't worry, I just want you guys to be happy, okay? It's your day." She mutters a dream wedding one more time before going back to her desk.

She's right: it's indeed a dream wedding—our dream wedding. Dahyun and I made an agreement that, for tonight's dream, we would only see each other at the venue—both in our respective gowns, as a surprise for each other.

I can't wait to head home tonight.

***

Mrs. Kim's washing the dishes by the time I head home. She looks over her shoulder and tells me that she had left some food in the refrigerator.

"Sorry, I already ate on my way back. I knew traffic was gonna suck tonight," I say, as I take off my stilettos and mount my coat on the rack. "How's Dahyunie?"

"She good—I even got her to finish a bowl of porridge," Mrs. Kim shares while wiping the plates dry. Thank God that she's here; no matter what I do, I couldn't get Dahyun to finish her meals. It must be mom magic.

"So...today's the day, right?" she asks. I nod, helping her get the dishes on the rack. "Shame, I would've wanted to see how beautiful of a bride she'd be," she adds. Of course she'd be a little upset—almost every mother dreams of that moment.

"I'm sorry," I tell her, leaning against her shoulder. "I promise I'll manifest you there—at least she'll see you."

Mrs. Kim shoots me a puzzled look, then laughs. "Okay, just make her happy then. That's all I ask."

"That's all I want for her, imo-ssi."

She clicks her tongue, waving a finger at me. "Momo-ssi, please, you can now address me as your umma, right?"

I grit my teeth as I look at her smiling at me. Without a moment's hesitation, my arms wrap around her. "Okay...umma. Thank you."

I dash up the stairs and head over to Dahyun's room, only to find her watching cartoons. She looks over at me, smiles, and immediately returns her gaze over to the screen.

"Mmm, yeobo, you smell so good! Did you use a new shampoo?" I ask, doing one of my favorite things in this world—hugging Dahyun from behind and sniffing her hair. She doesn't answer; in fact, she tries to wriggle out of my embrace to continue watching. "I hope you're ready because, by the time we wake up, I'll be calling you Hirai Dahyun," I whisper, pinching her belly, annoying her.

***

Looking at the venue I set up, I'd give myself a pat on the back. All that Dahyun demanded was that the wedding shouldn't look like something she saw before. That means no churches, gardens, and beaches.