THE RIGHT TIME - renjun

chapter thirty-nine

song for this chapter:
hozier - jackie and wilson

"no other version of me
i would rather be tonight,"

unedited.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
black and white.

"What?" Hwa Young chased after the man, jogging behind his figure. She watched as he glanced over his suit-clad shoulder, smiling widely at her bewildered, and clearly hung-over state.

"We're doing the final preparations for your wedding since it'll be in late February," He chimed in a sing-song voice, widening the surprise in the woman's eyes.

She gaped at him. "Already?"

The pair stopped in the living room, now facing one another— one neat as the other awkwardly combed her slender fingers through her birds nest hair. "See, i'm so wonderful. I planned your entire wedding to the point you forgot you were getting married soon," Donghyuck bragged, patting her shoulder as he stifled a chuckle at her appearance.

Despite the warmth that enveloped her reddening cheeks, and the embarrassment that lingered from the prior hours— Hwa Young managed a genuine smile. "Thank you," She thanked the male, to which he quickly retracted his hand back in disgust.

Their dynamic wasn't used to the newfound affection.

"Stop, I'm gonna gag," He whispered through a dry-gag, emphasizing his uncomfortableness by the affection.

The Kwon smiled wider. Her arms shot open, as if waiting for an embrace. "Can I hug you?" She asked innocently, so much so that Donghyuck forgot she was slightly older than him.

"God no. Please don't," He cried, however the other hadn't listed and instead wrapped her arms tightly around his stiff figure. "I don't do hugs," He huffed out in defeat, though his body had warmed up at the sudden display of affection.

"Well, seems like you enjoy hugs from my wife," A new voice emerged from the long corridor, appearing at the living room.

The two whipped their attention in its direction, finding Renjun leant against a wall— arms crossed with an unamused expression.

Donghyuck chuckled sarcastically, palming Hwa Young's forehead and pushing her away from him as if she was a clingy child. Which in both of the men's eyes, there was no significant difference besides age. "Fiancée, Mr.Huang. Calm down," The tanned corrected, earning a sharp roll of the other's eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Renjun waved the male off, dismissing his words and getting right to the point. Hwa Young found his messy bed hair an endearing sight, and somehow a part of her felt envious of his hands as they ran through his own locks.

"The outfits?"

The Huang glanced to the woman who had detached herself from his secretary— catching her eyes for the slightest second before she turned away to look at the wide windows of their living room. "Right, you left a voicemail," He cleared his throat, averting his orbs back to the Lee.

Donghyuck smirked at the pair, noticing the smallest of behavioral differences compared to the last time. "And you guys had a long night," He cooed teasingly.

Flushing a bright red, Hwa Young tensed up at his words. Her head quickly whipped in the pair's direction, a wavering, yet firm glare held in her stare. "We only drank," She defended, to which the secretary chuckled and patted her shoulder mockingly.

"Yeah because it totally looks like that," He replied, his tone contrasting how Hwa Young wanted to convince him. Instead, he was sarcastic, and it was clear as day that he knew the woman was lying.

Many would think after months of pretending to be Renjun's lover that she would be good at lying. It was ironic.

"You two are ... infuriating,"

. . .

"You really didn't have to come with me," Hwa Young mumbled nervously, her delicate fingers fiddling with themselves. "You can go?"

Donghyuck and herself were sat in a bridal boutique, finding themselves on a lavish crème couch, a glass coffee table displayed with complimentary champagne and macarons, in front of them. The tanned waved her off, as his other hand raised a glass to his lips.

Once his drink was lowered back to the table's surface, he responded nonchalantly, "Stop trying to push me away. Wedding dress shopping is far more significant than tux shopping and someone needed to be here with you." He reassured, and Hwa Young could feel her heart jump.

The corners of her lips quirked up at the sweet honey-like words, her chest thumping rapidly.

Donghyuck's left hand awkwardly came to the nape of his neck where he rubbed it to ease the slight burning sensation he had felt— to others, it was known as timidity or shyness. "My older sister would've been at your age right now," He spoke with a melancholic tone, somewhat laced with a bit of embarrassed laughter.

The woman's facial expression contorted into one of sympathy. She reached out across the singular cushion that separated them, and placed her palm on the back of his right hand— as it sat on his jumping knee.

He looked up, through his brunette locks, his hazel orbs peaking through the hair that was naturally displayed on his forehead instead of how it was usually gelled back— she saw the littlest spark of gratitude. His anxious knee settled to a stop.

He smiled bashfully. "—and sure enough, getting married. I feel like she would be happy if I was here for you like I would have done for her,"

She grinned back in appreciation of his honesty, she couldn't have imagined the ache that resided in his heart for Lee Ha Yoon. "Oh, Hyuck,"

Donghyuck read the look on her face and recognized the very expression upon her delicate features. "It's okay, it's been a while, so the pain is a little dull," He waved her off, and truthfully he wasn't affected as he was several years ago. "Now stop with all the sentiments, and go pick out some things you like. Today isn't my day, it's yours,"

And before the two knew it, Hwa Young was adorned in the prettiest white fabric, her hair was covered in a veil, and the woman stood with fresh tears gleaming atop her face, staring at her picture perfect image in the boutique's mirror.

Donghyuck secretly snapped some photos on his phone, knowing to save it for later— when he could finally show Renjun just how much of a catch he had gotten.

However that would only be after the wedding, as the secretary wanted their first look to be as genuine as it could be. He, as much as Renjun, was a hopeless romantic.

Donghyuck knew deep down, Renjun would cry at the very sight of her.