✔ Save me ⌇⌇ JHS + OC

⦃ Epilogue ⦄

If years ago anyone told Soora she would be surrounded by a crowed, signing up autographs and answering questions about her stories and her inspiration in her own traumatic past, Soora would categorically say that that was a description of her worst nightmare. 

But here she was, in front of a crowd after the release of her webtoon turned screenplay, successfully being translated and transmitted worldwide, and now nominated for several awards. She was smiling widely and talking freely, no anxiety other than the normal one crippling inside of her, no fear of the unknown, of strangers.

"We'll have to end this fan meeting and press conference soon." Elisa whispered in Soora's ear after she signed another one of her books and talked a bit with the fan, who expressed their own overcomes inspired by Soora's journey.

"Can't I have a few more minutes? There's so many people in the line still." Soora mumbled with a whimpering frown.

"Everyone is waiting for you. Hobi will kill you if you arrive late!" Elisa warned making her sigh in defeat.

"Ok, ok, I get it! Is my dress ready?" She asked, remembering how she accidentally spilled soda on the dress when she was draping it on her chair and had the can on her hands too.

"Of course! Your sister and Yoongi brought it from the cleaner in time, they're both in the back, waiting for you. I'll take care of everything on this end." Elisa informed and Soora let out a puff of air in relief.

"Thank you."

Soora got up on her feet and quickly apologized for her short meeting, saying that she would do another one before her travels to New York. Everyone expressed their sadness but Soora was pushed out of the room before she could keep apologizing and making half empty promises. 

It wasn't that she didn't want to keep her promises, but her schedule was filled up to the brim. That's why she was even busy on a wedding day, even when she was one of the most important pieces of said wedding.

Soora ran up to her waiting room where her sister and Yoongi were bundled in each other's arms. It was still weird to see them together, something that happened recently and was still new, but if they were happy, Soora was happier.

Her creamy dress was now hanging on a dresser, thoroughly cleaned and steamed, ready to be put on. High heel shoes peaked underneath it, and the idea of using them brought an annoyed grimace to show up on her face as her shoulders sagged.

"Can't I really go with sneakers?" She questioned to bring the lovebirds back to her attention. They cleared their throats, embarrassed, and separated quickly.

"We already talked about this!" Her sister nagged, getting up on her feet and walking towards her sister. "Go get changed before we arrive at the end of the wedding. Hobi would definitely kill you if you do." Chae said, pushing Soora towards the bathroom and shoving the dress into her chest.

"Why everyone is making Hobi to be a murderous individual?" Soora questioned, huffy about it.

"Everyone has their moments, and weddings tend to take the murderous streak out of some of us." Yoongi snickered with a snort, and Soora rolled her eyes, properly whinnying when Chae pushed the high heels into her hands too.