"Hey, bug? What about this one?"
We have been in this bridal shop for hours. I thought picking a dress would be difficult but the third one I tried on was perfect. Joonbug on the other hand, cannot make up her mind on a flower girl dress.
"At least settle on a color, please."
"Mom, it's hard. I mean I think it should be purple because, well you know." I reminded her before we left this morning that we needed to be discreet. "But I don't like any of the purple ones."
"They can get almost any dress in whatever color you want."
We decided on a small wedding. There is a private area in the park near the Han River. We have reserved it and have made arrangements so that it is off-limits to the public. Since the public knows who I am, we have quietly "leaked" the wrong date to the public. We are actually getting married the week before the leaked date.
"This one."
Turning, I see her holding up a dress that is literally a miniature version of mine. The woman from the shop takes her measurements and notes the color choice.
Me: We are FINALLY leaving.
Joon: Find what you both wanted?
Me: Yes.
Joon: Why am I not seeing charges on my card?
I roll my eyes. This again.
Me: Damn, sorry. They said your card was no
good. Good thing I had mine with me.
Joon: We'll see.
After getting our clothes back head out. When we come back from our honeymoon, they are going on tour. The first official tour with me as their tour manager. We have been working like crazy to get ready.
Me: We are headed to the company. I
will drop her off with Eunji and then where
am I meeting you?
Joon: Just come to my studio
After stopping at the company cafeteria to grab Bug a snack and 7 coffees, I drop her off with Eunji. A few minutes later, I am putting in the code and letting myself into Joon's studio. He is standing at his computer, headphones on, back facing the door.
I see Hobi in the sound booth and to my left, Yoongi is lounging on the couch, his head is back and his eyes are closed. I quietly walk over and take a seat beside him putting the coffees on the table in front of me. He leans over and puts his head on my shoulder and adjusts more comfortably. I pick up the Americano I got for him and open the lid. Holding it up with one hand, I pass it right under his nose a few times before putting the lid back on. His hand shoots out making a "gimme" motion making me giggle. I put it in his hand and he takes a long drink of it through the straw before finally sitting up straight and looking at me.
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For the Love of Joon
FanficMel is an event manager for one of the biggest arenas in New York. A new opportunity is presented to her that she cannot turn down. She decides to uproot her and her daughter's lives and move across the world to start anew. What happens when the lea...