✔️The Betrothal | rewriting

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Blair's POV

I was really cursing at myself by then for having 'fashion designing' as my major. I loved art undoubtedly, and since I were to inherit Rivella, it was already decided that I would be going for this major. But I don't recall signing up for excessive labor work. Three hours in, and we still had a bunch of cartons and mannequins to get transported from the trailer to my dorm. They load was so much that even five people were proving to be insufficient by the third hour. Wouldn't it had been better if I was a normal child, with a normal life and a normal major?

"I am sorry Tae, you should be packing by now but you're stuck carrying mannequins because of me" I genuinely felt sorry for the guy who walked beside me with having a mannequin above his shoulders. It wasn't hidden that he was doing most of the labor work, and it wasn't because he was told to. He was doing it at his own free will. Just Taehyung being Taehyung

"You know you don't have to apologize?"
A little laugh left my mouth in response. He has always been like that; selfless and caring

I loved him for that; platonically of course

Spring was knocking on the doors of Seoul, and it was evident from the sight of the little cherry blossoms that bloomed across the SNU campus. The air was slowly getting filled with a sweet honey like smell; life was at last returning to it's rightful place. I had always adored Spring, could be just my favorite part of the year. It was also that time of the year when I found innovation in literally anything, one of the many reasons I considered calling the particular season- my personal golden era of creativity

I wish Spring could last all twelve months, I 'wish'

"Did someone call in reinforcements?"
My head immediately turned to the source of the voice and perhaps the first pleasant surprise of the day. My lips curved up into a smile as I said

"My babies are here!" And I heard the two of 'em go 'aww' while Soyeon scrunched her face in disgust. She clearly hated even the tiniest bit of aegyo; gives me another formula to annoy the shit outta her

"You guys came to help?" I asked the obvious seeing the cartons that laid on their hands. Jackson was clearly just out of bed, that was prominent from the yawns that came out of his mouth occasionally. That man slept for fifteen hours for God's sake. And I had already guessed that Momo had prolly dragged his ass all the way over here to get some good labor out of him. It wasn't like Jackson was lazy and wouldn't volunteer to help, but that man treasured his share of sleep dearly and the morning of week days undoubtedly petrified him. Him being there was still a miracle.

Momo nodded in response to my sentence
"And look, we brought company"

My eyes rested to the two men that stood just a few feet away from the three.
'Ah it's the sunshine guy and the one with the dimples' I thought. They had one mannequin each up on their shoulders, guess this time they were in a better position, unlike the time they were drunk out of their brains in that lilac club.
Bowing and exchanging smiles, the formalities were carried out the next second. And indeed I was grateful that they were helping out, but at the same time I was feeling a guilty of bothering them on week days.

Maybe I should make it to them? Korean Barbeque sounds nice

My eyes now fell onto the extremely familiar guy, slightly shorter than the two. The same coral pink hair and beautiful plump lips, and my eyes widened at the sight of such royalty of a male. I was definitely not expecting him to show up any second soon; not to overlook that fact that I was yet to reach out to him