EIGHT (1/1)

"Oppa, Sehun hasn't arrived yet?" Sarang inquired, running towards Jongdae who had just entered the large hall. He smiled at her as a greeting. "Already missing him?" He asked with a smirk and Sarang lazily rolled her eyes at that. "Don't worry, he's on his way. You look really beautiful, though. I bet if Sehun married Sera, I would've married you." He chuckled. Sarang wondered if he was, once again, hiding that hurt, disappointed look behind that bright smile of his. Sehun said he was really good at doing that. "Excuse me," Sarang turned around as she felt a tap on her shoulder. "Do you, probably know where Kim Sarang is?" the lady asked, smiling. She looked older than her but her smile was dazzling. "And, you are?" Sarang asked. She shortly glanced at Jongdae who shrugged with a curious pair of eyes. The lady in front of her was, in one word - gorgeous. It was as if Sarang finally got her girl crush. "I, um... Sehun and I, we're friends." She replied. Even her voice was sweet. Sarang gulped, friends. "Are you Kim Sarang?" She simply nodded with confusion written across her face. "Um..Hi." The lady's smile grew larger and larger every second. "I'm Yoon Rinah. I don't expect you to know me." "Oh," Sarang managed a smile on her face as she mumbled, "You're—" "Sehun's ex-girlfriend, right?" Jongdae finished it for her. His loud voice turned several heads and Rinah looked a little embarrassed. Jongdae coudn't help it, that was how he naturally talked. "Uh, yeah," she managed to utter. "But, know what?" Rinah brightened up in a matter of seconds, turning back to Sarang, "You're the girl he has always loved. I'm really happy for you two." "...You are?" Sarang arched her brows at her. "Of course, I am. You know, I think I'm happier than Sehunnie is about this wedding. Things were never serious between us; we just gave it some tries but nothing ever worked. I always knew you were the one for him; the way he used to blabber about you when he took me to dates." Rinah explained. A smile broke out on Sarang's face when she heard that. hearing Sehun dating another girl, who wasn't her, didn't exactly sound pleasant these days and she definitely knew why. There was an uproar in the entrance as cameras began to click, making it sound like a thunderstorm was going on. The three snapped their heads to see what it was for but the crowd succesfully had blocked their views. "Guess Sehun's here," Jongdae mumbled. "His whole family looks like they just walked out of a magazine cover," Rinah commented, making the other two chuckle. "Jae unnie!" Sarang exclaimed from the corner of the hall as soon as she saw Jaerin walk through the crowd, spotting the pale orange gown that Sarang had earlier chosen for her. Jaerin was walking with her arm looped into her father's and they were out of hearing range because of all the shuffling going on. Mr. Oh was wearing a navy blue tuxedo paired with a white shirt and black slacks. He looked way younger, more like Sehun's elder brother. Next to walk in was Junmyeon and Yesul. Sarang could bet the two were the most beautiful couple she had ever seen. From the way the colour of their outfits matched, to the way they smiled at each other knowingly, Sarang wondered if arranged marriages had ever turned any happier. The last was, of course, the one she was waiting for; the one she hadn't seen for three consecutive days. She never realized how much attached she got to him in a span of barely three weeks until she had to spend three days all by herself; no texts, no calls. His hair wasn't gelled to its place but a little wavy as they fell on his forehead. He sported that signature stoic face. His eyes though, were travelling from here to there, as if searching for something. the way his lips tugged into a bright smile the second their eyes met, Sarang wondered if she could just run up to him and hug him tightly. "I think that's the brightest smile the camera men ever got to see from Oh Sehun." Jongdae commented, "Right Sarang?" "I..guess," Srang mumbled, keeping her gaze on the taller man who was now making his way towards her, more like running towards her. She picked up her heavy gown and strode towards him, mumbling excuse me's and turning heads on the way. It was as if, her heart would come out of its ribs if she kept staring into his eyes any longer. Time literally stopped when his arms went around her waist to pull her in for a hug, as if he heard everything that she had thought in her mind. Sarang closed her eyes as she melted into his warm embrace hearing the people cooing around them. She knew they looked adorable. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding tightly as he kept on mumbling her name. "I missed you," he said and she heaved a relieved sigh. "Me too," Sarang smiled. "Why didn't you call me then?" "Work." he sighed and that explained it all. "I didn't have time to breathe, trust me," Sehun placed a kiss on her temple as he pulled away. "How about my hair, do you like it?" His smile widened as Sarang reached out to touch his wavy brown hair lightly. "You look different," she commented. "Oh, Rinah-ssi came. We talked a lot." "She did?" Sehun asked while Sarang nodded. "Give me your hand," he added. Sarang blinked at him, confused before holding out her hand to him. Sehun swiftly took her hand and placed it on his chest. "See, how fast it is beating. Do you feel that?" She giggled at that, "You're such a drama queen, Sehun." "I really didn't expect you to hug me in the middle of so many people," Sehun played with the fingers of her hand as he mubled. Sarang blushed a shade of red, realising that. But she knew, Sehun wouldn't judge her even if all the people around them did. "You look a different kind of beautiful tonight?" "Different kind of beautiful? Sehun, you don't make sense sometimes," Sarang playfully rolled her eyes at him. "Nah, this perfectly makes sense, Sarang." Sehun sighed, holding onto her hand. "There are a lot of beautiful you's. The beautiful you in those denim shorts and sweatshirts, then the one in the navy blue school uniform, The one standing in front of me, the one waking up in my arms in the morning." "I guess, I missed this cheesiness for three whole days," Sarang stated, wondering if her cheeks were already burning in flames. "Sarang, Appa's calling you," An uninterested voice made them look at its owner. "You too," Sera added, glancing at Sehun with a forced smile. "Come on now, if you don't want to be late for the ring ceremony or whatever it is." She displayed an annoyed look as she walked past them, taking a glance at Sehun's hand holding her younger sister's. "Unnie," Sarang called out but Sera didn't turn back and kept on walking through the cluster of people as is she didn't hear her. Sarang sighed, taking her hand away from Sehun's, "Let's go."    "Sehun?" "Hmm?" "How are you such a...good son to your father?" I...just am, but I don't think I'm good enough," Sehun replied, eyes on the road ahead. "How did you manage to get yourself so drunk, Sarang?" He heard her little giggled as they sped through the busy streets of Seoul. "I just did. We had so much fun." Something Sehun got to know that night was that drunk Sarang was a clingy Sarang. And though he loved it, he knew he shouldn't be happy when she was dead drunk. her head rested on his broad back, a dreamy smile on her face as she drifted off to sleep gradually. Her arms slipped around him effortlessly as she pressed their bodies together, knowing it was a pillow she was clutching onto; a hard pillow. Or else, Sehun knew she would never do that in her right mind. Sehun didn't know how she could just drive him to cloud nine without having a single idea. He had tried to make her put on the helmet for her safety but the girl was really adamant about that, her whines could make his heart melt like ice creams do in sunny days.