BLOSSOMED | SEOKSOO FF

PART 57

A month later, Seokmin found himself squished in a booth at a café, sandwiched between Wonwoo and Jeonghan, with Jihoon, Seungcheol, Mingyu, and Soonyoung crammed across the table. What was supposed to be a casual catch-up had, predictably, turned into a group intervention.

“So,” Jihoon began, smirking as he swirled his coffee, “Seokmin, it’s been a month since the wedding. Spill. Have you proposed to Jisoo yet, or are we still in Tortoise Mode?”

Seokmin groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Why do you guys care so much? I’m trying, okay? It’s complicated!”

Mingyu, ever the voice of reason (when it suited him), leaned forward. “It’s not complicated, Seokmin. You love him. He loves you. The end. Buy a ring, kneel, and say the words before someone else snatches him up.”

“Right!” Soonyoung chirped, his voice just a little too loud for the small café. “If you don’t propose soon, I’ll do it myself. And trust me, I’d look amazing at your wedding—Jisoo loves me.”

Jihoon rolled his eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. Jisoo would never marry you—he has taste. Pity that my taste was bad back then.” Turning to Seokmin, he added, “But seriously, why are you hesitating? Are you hoping for divine intervention or waiting for a sign to fall out of the sky?”

Seungcheol, the self-proclaimed love expert, nodded sagely. “Look, Seokmin, if you don’t propose soon, you’ll regret it. Jisoo’s patient, but even saints have limits. And between us? He could do way better than you.”

“Thank you,” Seokmin deadpanned. “That’s really helpful.”

Wonwoo, sipping his coffee with the calmness of someone who loved chaos, finally joined in. “If you’re waiting for the perfect moment, you’ll never find it. Propose during breakfast, during a traffic jam, I don’t care. Just get it over with before he realizes you’re stalling.”

“Exactly,” Jeonghan chimed in. “The longer you wait, the more likely he is to start Googling, ‘Top signs your boyfriend’s not that into you.’ And then, boom! Jisoo’s gone.”

Seokmin groaned louder. “You’re all impossible! What if I mess it up? What if he says no?”

Jihoon snorted. “Jisoo? Say no? To you? Please. That man’s been waiting for your nonsense for years. He’d say yes even if you proposed with a candy ring.”

The group was still cackling when the café door slammed open, and in walked Jisoo. His face screamed storm cloud with a side of sass. He marched over, bag slung over his shoulder, looking every bit like someone who’d had enough.

“Seokmin,” Jisoo announced loudly, ignoring everyone else, “I’m officially done waiting.”

Seokmin froze, his coffee cup halfway to his lips. “Uh, done waiting for what?”

“For you, genius!” Jisoo threw his hands in the air. “Do you know how humiliating it is to be the only single person at work? The only one! Even the new intern—who’s barely out of diapers—is engaged! Meanwhile, I’ve been sitting here, waiting for you to figure out if you want me or not.”

Jeonghan smirked into his cup, and Mingyu tried to hide his grin behind a napkin. Soonyoung, on the other hand, was fully invested, nodding along like this was the best drama he’d ever seen.

“Jisoo, I—” Seokmin started, but Jisoo wasn’t done. Oh no. He was just getting started.

“No! Don’t interrupt me!” Jisoo snapped, pacing like a Broadway actor rehearsing a monologue. “Do you know how many weddings I’ve been to this year? Seven! SEVEN! And every time, people ask, ‘When’s it your turn, Jisoo?’ Do you know how tired I am of lying and saying, ‘Oh, Seokmin’s planning something special?’ Newsflash: THEY DON’T BELIEVE ME ANYMORE.”

The group erupted into stifled snickers. Even Seungcheol, who was normally the group’s dad, was biting back a laugh.

“And another thing,” Jisoo continued, his voice growing louder. “If I see one more engagement announcement on Instagram before you propose, I swear to God, I’m eloping with the next guy who buys me coffee. Do you hear me, Seokmin? COFFEE.”

Seokmin blinked, utterly speechless. Jihoon leaned over to Mingyu and whispered, “This is better than Netflix.”

Taking a deep breath, Jisoo stopped pacing and glared at Seokmin. “So? What’s it gonna be? Are you proposing, or should I start swiping on Tinder?”

Seokmin shot to his feet, panic written all over his face. “Okay, okay! I’ll do it! I’ll propose! Just—please don’t marry the coffee guy.”

The café fell silent for a beat before Jeonghan burst out laughing, followed by the rest of the group. Jisoo crossed his arms, lips twitching as if he was trying not to smile.

“About time,” he said, voice softer now. “And don’t you dare mess it up, Seokmin. I’ve been waiting long enough.”

Seokmin grinned, finally relaxing. “I won’t. I promise.”

Soonyoung raised his coffee cup in a toast. “To Jisoo and Seokmin! May their wedding be as dramatic as their love story.”

The group clinked their mugs, and Seokmin, for the first time in weeks, felt like everything was going to be okay—so long as he stayed away from Jisoo’s coffee orders.