Mister Saviour

1

"Plan a wedding?  Miyun you're talking about Namjoon's wedding!" Dami's voice was a mix of disbelief and anger.

Her boss, Miyun, held up the contract with a pleading smile. 

"It's the biggest wedding of the year. And you know I only trust you with stuff like this, Dami. Oh c'mon! Pretty please??"

Dami stared at the contract. The paper was thick and fancy, emblazoned with gold letters that spelled out 'Ahn Taehi and Kim Namjoon's Dream Wedding'. Her heart thudded in her chest as she read the details. Two months. That's all she had to plan the wedding of her ex-best friend and her first love. 

"Yun, I dont think I can," she let out, flopping down on the chair in front of her, shaking her head.

Miyun's smile slipped a little, but her voice remained gentle. "You can't let your past with them affect your work, Dami. This is your chance to show everyone what you're made of. Besides, you know how much the company needs this. We're talking millions here. And you know what this could mean for your career."

Dami took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the situation settle on her shoulders. Her mind raced with memories of Namjoon's words, Taehi's eyes when she'd told her about the breakup, and the raw pain that had lingered for so long. She gulped the harsh memories, her hands clenching so hard, her knuckles turned white.

"Okay," she finally murmured, "I'll do it." 

Miyun smiled brightly, about to bid her good luck but Dami interrupted her. "But- I want a team of my choice and total creative control. And no budget cut."

Miyun nodded quickly, eager to seal the deal. "Done. You can have anyone you want. Now go, you've got a wedding to plan!"

Dami took the contract with trembling hands and walked out of the office, her heels clicking against the floor. The hallway felt like a tunnel, each step she took bringing her closer to a nightmare she thought she'd left behind. The only thing keeping her going was the promise of professional growth and the hope that she could keep her emotions in check. She had to. For herself, and for her career.

Once outside, the cool breeze hit her face, carrying the scent of fresh flowers from the nearby park. She took a moment to breathe, watching the leaves dance in the wind. It was a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside her. Dami knew she had to assemble a team that could handle the pressure, one that would respect her boundaries and help her create a wedding that was nothing short of perfection. It was going to be a battle of wills, and she had to be prepared.

Her first call was to her closest colleague and best friend, Jae. Known for his organizational skills and impeccable taste, he was the only person she could trust implicitly. She filled him in on the situation, her voice low and tight with tension. 

"Jae, I need you with me on this one. No questions asked."

There was a pause on the other end of the line before he replied, "Of course, Mi. Whatever you need."

With Jae on board, Dami felt a glimmer of confidence. Together, they began the daunting task of selecting the rest of the team. They needed a florist who could create bouquets that didn't make Dami think of the roses Namjoon used to give her, a caterer who could cook a feast that didn't remind her of the dinners they'd shared, and a DJ who knew better than to play any of their old songs.

Each choice was a delicate dance around her painful past. Two days after signing the contract, Dami had a 8 member team of the best of best from her agency. After a talk with her team, she decided she should get started on finding a venue. The only problem was, they'd need the couple with them for it. She was not ready yet to face them but she knew she would have to make some hard decisions when she signed the contract. 

And so, here she was. On the rooftop of her agency, warming her hands around a coffee mug with her best friend beside her, Namjoon's number dialing. The call went through and it was Taehi who picked up. 

"Yes?" Dami cleared her throat and plastered on a smile she hoped would carry through the phone. 

"Hi, this is Lee Dami from Elite organizing agency. Calling to talk about the wedding venue. Do you guys have any preferences?" 

Jae looked over at Dami nodding with improvement in his eyes, making Dami feel slightly confident. Taehi was silent. As if trying to figure if the person on the call was someone she knew.

"Is this a joke?" Taehi's voice was cold and sharp. "You? Planning my wedding?" Dami's heart clenched, but she kept her voice steady. 

"Miss Ahn, I assure you we take our clients very seriously. Your wedding is a very important event for us and I'm here to ensure everything goes smoothly." There was another beat of silence before Taehi sighed heavily. 

"Fine. We'll be there tomorrow at 3 PM. Don't be late." The call ended abruptly. Dami sighed heavily, Jae looked at her for a second before looking away.

"She's still a bitch, huh? I guess the only thing snakes shed is skin and not tendencies." He prattled angrily.

Dami ignored his remark and took another sip of her coffee, the warm liquid doing little to ease the cold knot in her stomach. She had two months to plan the wedding of the woman who'd stolen the only man she'd ever loved, the one she never truly got over. Two months of forced smiles and professional pleasantries. Two months of reliving her past every time she saw them together. Two months she'd have to face Taehi and her two-faced behavior and taunts.

"Oh Jae, how are we going to do this," she mumbled, resting her head against her best friends shoulder. He patted her head silently.