「♥︎」 × ||| « bok-su… I know that we just talked but can I see you privately for a minute? » 。。

da-jeong couldn’t help but subconsciously grabbed bok-su’s hand in a delicate manner, to try and get her into the bedroom without any questioning gazes from the other guests. It didn’t take too long, but she still made sure to shut the door quietly behind them.

(Bok-Su seemed skeptical on being pulled into a private room. Did she know? How would she know? Is it too obvious in the way she's dressed?)

(This felt so surreal. Bok-Su had always repressed her feelings for Da-Jeong, especially after being betrayed, but this was strange yet special. She knew good and well this probably wasn't real, just a ploy set up by someone else, but she couldn't help but relish in the moment while it felt real.)

after Bok-su pulled away, Da-jeong’s hand automatically went to the back of her neck in pure embarrassment. She was just lucky that Bok-su wasn’t going to ask about what happened considering she was getting married and still wanted to kiss her.

(Bok-Su watched Da-Jeong's hand trail to her lips. Her gaze quickly averted after, trying to act as if she wasn't staring. She cleared her throat afterwards.)

「♥︎」 × ||| « …such a foolish reason I’m afraid, I just, wanted to kiss you. » 。。

(Bok-Su's reflection in the mirror was odd, nothing distorted or eerie, just odd. As if Da-Jeong couldn't see her, she was staring at the bride lovingly with a soft smile on her face. Her tongue flicked out a few times to taste the honey taste that was left behind.)

she took a minute to fix her lipstick, but soon after hesitated to come up with some sort of an answer. She didn’t know, she didn’t know if she wanted to know anyway. But there was something about her smile that made her heart melt even more, that made her choke on the butterflies in her stomach.

(Bok-Su didn't buy it. She raised a brow, skeptical of Da-Jeong's reasoning. This isn't just something you do to reminiscence about the past.)

Da-jeong didn’t know what to say. Yes? Oh yeah, she ruined Bok-su’s life just so she’d be fine and now she was practically making out with her for unexplained reasons? On her wedding day too?

복수◟# " I've always wanted to kiss you- " ⁺

she suddenly snapped back to look in Bok-su’s direction. This felt weird to admit, and it felt even weirder that she had a sense of pride hearing her say that she wanted to kiss her. Even so, she slightly bit her lip back to reply.

(Bok-Su nodded in acknowledgement. She knew she could never have Da-Jeong, she wasn't hers anyway, and she never would be. Da-Jeong was just... better than her. In almost all aspects but one; sugery.)

that was slightly surprising to hear. Sure, she was used to getting blessings and such but from Bok-su was unexpected. She wasn’t impolite or anything, it was just really strange to think about.

「♥︎」 × ||| « bok-su… I know that we just talked but can I see you privately for a minute? » 。。

da-jeong couldn’t help but subconsciously grabbed bok-su’s hand in a delicate manner, to try and get her into the bedroom without any questioning gazes from the other guests. It didn’t take too long, but she still made sure to shut the door quietly behind them.

(Bok-Su seemed skeptical on being pulled into a private room. Did she know? How would she know? Is it too obvious in the way she's dressed?)

(This felt so surreal. Bok-Su had always repressed her feelings for Da-Jeong, especially after being betrayed, but this was strange yet special. She knew good and well this probably wasn't real, just a ploy set up by someone else, but she couldn't help but relish in the moment while it felt real.)

after Bok-su pulled away, Da-jeong’s hand automatically went to the back of her neck in pure embarrassment. She was just lucky that Bok-su wasn’t going to ask about what happened considering she was getting married and still wanted to kiss her.

(Bok-Su watched Da-Jeong's hand trail to her lips. Her gaze quickly averted after, trying to act as if she wasn't staring. She cleared her throat afterwards.)

「♥︎」 × ||| « …such a foolish reason I’m afraid, I just, wanted to kiss you. » 。。

(Bok-Su's reflection in the mirror was odd, nothing distorted or eerie, just odd. As if Da-Jeong couldn't see her, she was staring at the bride lovingly with a soft smile on her face. Her tongue flicked out a few times to taste the honey taste that was left behind.)

she took a minute to fix her lipstick, but soon after hesitated to come up with some sort of an answer. She didn’t know, she didn’t know if she wanted to know anyway. But there was something about her smile that made her heart melt even more, that made her choke on the butterflies in her stomach.

(Bok-Su didn't buy it. She raised a brow, skeptical of Da-Jeong's reasoning. This isn't just something you do to reminiscence about the past.)

Da-jeong didn’t know what to say. Yes? Oh yeah, she ruined Bok-su’s life just so she’d be fine and now she was practically making out with her for unexplained reasons? On her wedding day too?

복수◟# " I've always wanted to kiss you- " ⁺

she suddenly snapped back to look in Bok-su’s direction. This felt weird to admit, and it felt even weirder that she had a sense of pride hearing her say that she wanted to kiss her. Even so, she slightly bit her lip back to reply.

(Bok-Su nodded in acknowledgement. She knew she could never have Da-Jeong, she wasn't hers anyway, and she never would be. Da-Jeong was just... better than her. In almost all aspects but one; sugery.)

「♥︎」 × ||| « bok-su… I know that we just talked but can I see you privately for a minute? » 。。

da-jeong couldn’t help but subconsciously grabbed bok-su’s hand in a delicate manner, to try and get her into the bedroom without any questioning gazes from the other guests. It didn’t take too long, but she still made sure to shut the door quietly behind them.

(Bok-Su seemed skeptical on being pulled into a private room. Did she know? How would she know? Is it too obvious in the way she's dressed?)

(This felt so surreal. Bok-Su had always repressed her feelings for Da-Jeong, especially after being betrayed, but this was strange yet special. She knew good and well this probably wasn't real, just a ploy set up by someone else, but she couldn't help but relish in the moment while it felt real.)

after Bok-su pulled away, Da-jeong’s hand automatically went to the back of her neck in pure embarrassment. She was just lucky that Bok-su wasn’t going to ask about what happened considering she was getting married and still wanted to kiss her.

(Bok-Su watched Da-Jeong's hand trail to her lips. Her gaze quickly averted after, trying to act as if she wasn't staring. She cleared her throat afterwards.)

「♥︎」 × ||| « …such a foolish reason I’m afraid, I just, wanted to kiss you. » 。。

(Bok-Su's reflection in the mirror was odd, nothing distorted or eerie, just odd. As if Da-Jeong couldn't see her, she was staring at the bride lovingly with a soft smile on her face. Her tongue flicked out a few times to taste the honey taste that was left behind.)

she took a minute to fix her lipstick, but soon after hesitated to come up with some sort of an answer. She didn’t know, she didn’t know if she wanted to know anyway. But there was something about her smile that made her heart melt even more, that made her choke on the butterflies in her stomach.

(Bok-Su didn't buy it. She raised a brow, skeptical of Da-Jeong's reasoning. This isn't just something you do to reminiscence about the past.)

Da-jeong didn’t know what to say. Yes? Oh yeah, she ruined Bok-su’s life just so she’d be fine and now she was practically making out with her for unexplained reasons? On her wedding day too?

복수◟# " I've always wanted to kiss you- " ⁺

「♥︎」 × ||| « bok-su… I know that we just talked but can I see you privately for a minute? » 。。

da-jeong couldn’t help but subconsciously grabbed bok-su’s hand in a delicate manner, to try and get her into the bedroom without any questioning gazes from the other guests. It didn’t take too long, but she still made sure to shut the door quietly behind them.

(Bok-Su seemed skeptical on being pulled into a private room. Did she know? How would she know? Is it too obvious in the way she's dressed?)

(This felt so surreal. Bok-Su had always repressed her feelings for Da-Jeong, especially after being betrayed, but this was strange yet special. She knew good and well this probably wasn't real, just a ploy set up by someone else, but she couldn't help but relish in the moment while it felt real.)

after Bok-su pulled away, Da-jeong’s hand automatically went to the back of her neck in pure embarrassment. She was just lucky that Bok-su wasn’t going to ask about what happened considering she was getting married and still wanted to kiss her.

(Bok-Su watched Da-Jeong's hand trail to her lips. Her gaze quickly averted after, trying to act as if she wasn't staring. She cleared her throat afterwards.)

「♥︎」 × ||| « …such a foolish reason I’m afraid, I just, wanted to kiss you. » 。。

(Bok-Su's reflection in the mirror was odd, nothing distorted or eerie, just odd. As if Da-Jeong couldn't see her, she was staring at the bride lovingly with a soft smile on her face. Her tongue flicked out a few times to taste the honey taste that was left behind.)

she took a minute to fix her lipstick, but soon after hesitated to come up with some sort of an answer. She didn’t know, she didn’t know if she wanted to know anyway. But there was something about her smile that made her heart melt even more, that made her choke on the butterflies in her stomach.

(Bok-Su didn't buy it. She raised a brow, skeptical of Da-Jeong's reasoning. This isn't just something you do to reminiscence about the past.)