If You

Covered

"You want to what?!"

"Just hear me out," Jiyong said quickly. "It would keep paparazzi from showing up to the wedding, and it would satisfy the fans."

"But this is our wedding, not theirs!" Emily complained. "I barely agreed to the first photoshoot, and that was when we were just dating!"

"Please?" he begged. "It'll be private, and only take an hour, tops."

Emily resisted the urge to hurl her phone across the room. "I guess," she grumbled. "But I'm not wearing the dress. That's where I draw the line."

"Fair enough," he agreed. "Have you finished packing yet?"

Emily looked around her haphazard apartment and sighed. "I wish," she muttered. "Right now I'm trying to decide what's going to Seoul, what's going to Tennessee and what's going into storage. It's a nightmare."

"You could just leave it and come straight here," Jiyong suggested. "I'll buy you whatever you want if it gets you here faster."

"Don't tempt me," she sighed. "Have you thought more about a date?"

"I'm thinking March. You know, spring wedding?"

"Sounds good," she said, taping another box closed. "Do you have a guest list?"

"Yeah, but I'd wish you'd add some people to it," he replied. "Don't you have friends that you want to include?"

"Not really," she grunted as she lifted the box onto the nearest stack. "Lisa's coming, I think, but that's about it. As long as my family is there, I'll be happy."

"You're sure?"

"I spent the last year of my life living with you guys," she pointed out. "You pretty much are my friends."

"I've gotta get you out more," he mumbled. "What about bridesmaids?"

"There's Mandie, and Dami. Do we need more?"

"I've got three groomsmen," he reminded her. There was indistinct murmuring on the other end and Jiyong sighed. "I've gotta go."

"Remember, my flight gets in Wednesday-"

"At four-fifteen," he finished. "Gate D4. I'll be there."

"I love you."

"Love you too."

Emily hung up and sat down on the floor, leaning against a stack of boxes. Two more days and I'll be home.

******

Jiyong stood near the gate and watched the airplanes taxi back and forth across the tarmac. He'd been there for over an hour, in case Emily's plane arrived early, but it was nearly four and everything looked to be right on schedule.

A line of fans had congregated behind him and he watched them in the window glass. There's something weird about these fans, he thought, chewing his lip as he stared at their reflections. Suddenly it hit him and he wheeled around immediately. There were at least thirty fans, yet not one of them held a phone or camera.

That's really weird, he thought to himself. "Excuse me!" he called, running over to the girl on the end, "Hi," he said, suddenly feeling awkward. "Can I ask you something?"

The girl was stunned, but still managed a slight nod.

"Why don't any of you have your phones or cameras out?" he asked. He realized this sounded extremely self-centered and tried to amend it. "It's totally fine, it's not like I need cameras on me or anything, um..."