Mister Saviour

6

When she reaches the office, the rest of the team is waiting, eager to hear about the meeting. Dami gives them a quick rundown, keeping her voice light and her focus on the job at hand. She assigns tasks and sets deadlines, pushing aside the personal turmoil for the sake of the wedding. Her colleagues nod along, their respect for her work ethic evident in their attentive expressions. 

She explains what Taehi and Namjoon want and her addition to all of it, making her teammates take notes and question in middle at times. She answered their queries patiently as time passed and it drew close to 9. It was time to go home, in fact, as always- she was three hours late. She bit her lip, feeling a bit guilty for having stopped the others for so long. 

"Thanks for staying late guys," she says, gathering her things. "Let's get to work on these first thing tomorrow." They nod, some with a hint of excitement, others with a sigh of exhaustion. Dami knew she wasn't the only one with a personal stake in this wedding, but she also knew she couldn't burden them with her own drama. She was still absentmindedly thinking about her day when Jae approached her with a frown.

"Is everything okay, mi?" her best friend asks, his voice filled with concern. Dami forces a smile. 

"Yeah, I'm just tired. It's been a long day." Jae sighs, not looking convinced. He shook his head sadly. 

"How did it go? Was she a bitch as always?"

Dami's grip on her purse tightens at the mention of Taehi. "Let's just say, it's going to be an interesting two months," she replied. Jae nods, understanding the subtext. 

"You want to grab dinner together?" He asks, shutting his desktop off, and crossing the table to her.

"No, I think I'll just go home," Dami says, already feeling drained. "But thanks for offering." Jae nods, knowing her too well. 

"Okay, but you better not forget to eat, and no noodles or I'm going to steal them all," he warns, wagging a finger at her. Dami laughs, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. 

"I'll order something," she promises, standing up and giving him a quick hug.

As she exits the office, the cool night air wraps around her like a comforting blanket. She walks to her car, lost in thought. The weight of the day's events presses down on her, and she can't help but feel a pang of sadness for the way things had turned out. But she's not the same girl who had cried for days when Namjoon had broken up with her. She's stronger now, more independent.

Dami slides into her car, the leather emitting a soft sigh as she sits down. The engine purrs to life, and she pulls out of the parking lot, her thoughts racing. She can't help but wonder what it would be like to plan a wedding for someone she actually loved. Someone who looked at her the way Namjoon used to. Someone like... Yoongi. 

The thought brings a smile to her face as she picks her phone up from the shot gun seat, still in the parking lot of the agency. She scrolls trying to find Yoongi's number which she remembered he had saved in, earlier today. She frowns, unable to find it. Just then, the phone rang in her hand, the name 'potential suitor' flashing on it. 

"I figured you must be missing me by now." Yoongi's voice came through, making Dami roll her eyes even as a smile bloomed over her face.

"Don't flatter yourself," she said, the playfulness in her tone belying the turmoil of her thoughts.

"Don't lie, I know you were thinking about me." Yoongi said confidently making Dami laugh.

They talked on the phone as she drove home, the conversation ranging from the events they both had coming up to the latest episode of their favourite show. It was easy, comfortable, and for a brief moment, Dami forgot about the storm of emotions brewing inside her. Yoongi had a way of doing that, of making everything feel okay, even when it wasn't.

"So, what's new with you, other than being Mr. Savior?" she asked, keeping her tone light.

"Oh, you know, just saving the world one rap verse at a time," he replied, his voice filled with the usual humor. Dami chuckled, feeling a bit of her stress ease. "So, when do you get to see your prince again?"

"Very funny," she said, her eyes on the road. "But actually, I have to meet with them tomorrow to discuss the guest list." She swears in a way that would have made her mother wash her mouth with soap and acid. Yoongi simply laughs as her frustration.

"Well, that sounds like a delightful task," he said, it sounded as if he was grinning, Dami shook her head. "Who knows, maybe you'll get to invite all your exes."

Dami rolled her eyes. "Don't remind me," she said, a hint of a smile in her voice. "But seriously, it's going to be a headache. They have so many people to invite, and we can't just let the list go on forever."

Yoongi chuckled. "Well, you're the best at what you do. I'm sure you'll figure it out." His words were a gentle reminder of her strength, something she desperately needed to hear. Dami smiled, stopping at a red light.

"Thanks, Yoon," she said, her voice genuine. "I couldn't have done this without you."

"You're welcome, Mi," he said, his voice soothing. "But you're the one who's doing all the heavy lifting here. I'm just here to keep you company." 

The conversation continued as Dami navigated the familiar streets of Seoul. Yoongi spoke of his latest music projects, his voice a mix of excitement and exhaustion. She could hear the passion in his words, and it made her happy that at least one of them had found their calling. 

They talked about the old days, their shared memories bringing a warmth to the chilly night. Dami found herself laughing, the sound echoing in the car. It was strange how Yoongi could always find a way to make her feel better, even when she was at her lowest.

As she pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex, she realized she had been on the phone with him for almost an hour, taking detours till she finally, sadly, reached. 

"I'm home," she said, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "Thanks for keeping me company."

"Anytime," he replied, his voice warm. "But remember, no drowning your sorrows in ice cream tonight. And no instant noodles either." Dami grins at his memory.

"I'll try," she says, teasing. "But no promises." She hangs up the phone, feeling a little less alone.