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Listen to the song, yeah?
Sam
"Good morning, babe." Minho cooes, kissing me on the cheeks, and leaning on his elbow to stare at my once sleeping figure. The white sheets drape over his muscled frame as he carefully draws shapes on my skin, which slowly woke me from my deep slumber.
"Morning." I grumble, sleep still fatiguing my system as I cover my face with the soft, white pillow. He chuckles, fighting against my embrace as he tries to tear away the pillow from my face.
And that was how I woke up fully, with my husband-to-be fighting my grip to pull the pillow away, which then escalated into a full-on wrestling match.
Minho lets out a strangled, wheezed laugh as I pounce onto his rock hard chest, attempting to suffocate the man with a pillow. He rolls us over in one quick movement, pinning me onto the sheets underneath him, my legs wrapped around his waist.
My breath hitches in my throat as he relaxes on top of me, letting his body weight fall onto my 5'7 frame.
"I can't breathe!" I force out, laughing as he begins to count down, as if we were in a wrestling match.
"3...2...1!" Minho laughs, before adding "Winner!" He releases me from under him, cheering and laughing about winning our previous wrestling match.
I laugh, planting a kiss on his lips and interrupting his loud, boisterous voice from waking up the neighbours, but I feared that I was too late to prevent that. "I need to get ready for the wedding." I glance up at him, a pout resting on his features.
Minho whines, ready to begin protesting, but I give him the look: 'don't test me bitch', and he raises his eyebrows and smirks before clambering out of bed and throwing on some random clothes, thankfully matching ones. "I'll meet you by the sea, Mrs Minho."
He winks, causing a blush to spread across my cheeks like wildfire. "See you then." I kiss his lips, our final kiss as girlfriend and boyfriend before our marriage.
Minho leaves with his final signature smirk, taking Alex to Newt and Thomas's hut where to get ready in their 'fancy clothes' as Minho had said.
In the hours that passed, which was only two, I had frantically washed and shaved, before throwing on some gorgeous white lingerie Brenda had taken for me from one of their scavenger hunts in the city.
Brenda and my mum had entered the hut half an hour previously, where Brenda had proceeded to attack me with different types of makeup, such as mascara, concealer and a couple of swipes of lip gloss across my light pink lips, whilst my mum brushed and began to style my hair.
