𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍

hoseok - request

HERE COMES THE BRIDE

- in which you long for a grand wedding similar to the one that you poured your blood, sweat and tears into planning for your sister, unbeknownst to the fact that hoseok may just be planning to give you exactly what you want; requested by @1-800-STUPIDA

"Where is it?" You sigh, running your hands through your hair in nothing but frustration. Ignoring the way they shake the minute they leave your soft locks, you groan helplessly and jog out of the bathroom, brushing past Hoseok carelessly as you finally spot your makeup bag on the table.

"Stupid hotel," you mutter, swiping the bag off the table angrily before jogging back into the bathroom, not even paying attention to the way Hoseok instinctively presses himself against the wall with a soft chuckle as you pass. "Can't even find my own shit in here."

Breathing heavily, you drop your bag onto the countertop and run a hand down your face before meeting the gaze of your reflection in the mirror.

And, of course, you look tired.

Your skin has lost its vibrant colour and your eyes no longer hold that sparkle that they did when you first arrived at the hotel, but you didn't expect any less.

Planning a wedding isn't as easy as it may seem.

Shaking your head, you grab out a few make-up palettes and begin touching up what you did about an hour ago. It's only shortly after you start touching up your lipstick that you find yourself getting distracted by the dress you wear, the gorgeous pale pink of the material wrinkling around your cold legs.

Dropping your hand onto the edge of the counter, you use your free hand to gently smooth out the bottom of your dress, feeling your eyes sting with tears of irritation. Hoseok leans against the frame of the bathroom door, his hands busying themselves with his bow tie while he watches you with a small yet fond smile.

It's funny how he, the one who is normally bursting at the seams with energy, is choosing to get ready at a slow pace while you, the one who usually keeps her cool, is frantically rushing to get ready.

He snaps himself back into reality when he notices the way your chest rises and falls unevenly, his features softening in concern as he quietly chuckles and makes his way towards you. You don't even flinch when his warm arms sneak around your waist from behind you, his chin resting casually on your shoulder as his always warm gaze meets your own in the mirror, lips gentle as he peppers your skin with love-filled butterfly kisses.

"Calm down, baby," he murmurs, smiling reassuringly against your skin as you allow the tension in your shoulders to lessen with a deep breath. "You look stunning."

The compliment makes you smile, a quiet but natural laugh bubbling out of your throat. He tightens his hold around you subtly, waiting for you to explain the reason behind how flustered you are.

"Thank you, Hobi-ah," you hum, placing your trembling hands on top of his. "I'm just nervous. I mean, Nura trusted me with planning out her entire wedding. I don't want to let her down."

The request to plan out your younger sister's wedding came out of nowhere, her doe eyes holding an endearing amount of hope in them.

How could you have said no?

Naturally, with this pressure on your shoulders, you want to make sure that everything is perfect but when planning, things weren't as simple. Your sister claimed that she trusted you enough to make the wedding a total surprise so there was no way you could turn to her for help.

Instead, you drew inspiration from what you would imagine your dream wedding to be like; counting yourself lucky for the fact that both you and your sister have similar likes.