Wedding Planner ; Jeongcheol

Chapter 8

"One day left." Jeonghan said aloud as he looked at his calendar. The date was encircled in red, and he let out a sigh as he leaned back into his chair and shut his eyes. He breathed in deeply, finally feeling some peace. For the most part, everything was perfectly set into place.

Ara and SungJae were back together, all the preparations were set, and as far as he could see and was concerned, tomorrow would be the day of the most perfect wedding in history. His phone began to ring loudly, and Jeonghan sat up and frowned. He wasn't expecting any calls. His heart began to pound in his chest, and he could feel his stress coming back.

Was something wrong?

Jeonghan bit his lip and shut his eyes, uttering a quick prayer before he reached over to grab his phone off his desk. He glanced at the caller and let out a sigh of relief when it wasn't Seungcheol's name on the screen and then picked up the call.

"Hello Ara, what's up?"

"Hey Jeonghan. Would you mind if I visited you today?" she asked lightly, and Jeonghan could faintly hear someone on the other end of the line whispering something to her.

The wedding planner leaned forward and looked around his desk for his planner, "Just wait a bit, I'll see if I'm free." He found the notebook and flipped through it, and after making sure he was free, he replied. "I'm available. What time will you –"

"I'll be coming over now."

"Oh, okay." Jeonghan said slowly, "Any reason behind this sudden visit?" he questioned, becoming slightly suspicious of the whole situation. "I mean, it's not that I don't want to see you or anything, but...with everything that's happened lately, I can't help but be worried that something's gone wrong."

"No, don't worry." Ara replied quickly. "Nothing's wrong. I'll see you in a bit, alright Jeonghan? I have to go now."

"Sure –"

Ara hung up, and Jeonghan groaned. He leaned back into his chair and covered his face with his hands. He sighed loudly and as much as he wanted to trust Ara that nothing had gone wrong, he was still suspicious and his suspicions refused to go away. Deciding that he needed something to calm himself down, Jeonghan called Chan.

"What now?" Chan muttered. "Are you so lazy that you can't just go outside of your office and tell me what you want?"

Jeonghan sighed, "I need ice cream – one pint should be fine."

"Are you a child? It's eleven in the morning...do you really need it?" The younger man questioned over the phone. "Your schedule's free, isn't it? Why don't you just go and get your own ice cream? There's a convenience store less than a block away from here, and I know you know how to get there –"

"Chan, as your boss, I am insisting that you go over to the convenience store and get me ice cream."

The younger man huffed and gave in. "Fine, I'll get your stupid ice cream. Give me five minutes to get it."

"Thank you."

"Asshole."

"Did you really just call me that?" Jeonghan said with a laugh. "I'm your boss you know."

"I know." Chan replied before he hung up on Jeonghan.

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Jeonghan ate his ice cream slowly and kept his eyes focused on the wall clock. He savored the sweetness in his mouth and could feel the treat helping him out already. Just as the clock signaled that it was eleven twenty, there was a knock at his office door. He quickly took his feet off his table, set his half-eaten pint of ice cream down on his desk and wiped at the corners of his lips.