"Really? More wedding dresses?" Esom asked, unbelieving of the situation. Just a few months ago she had done a shoot for InStyle Weddings in which she donned many wonderfully laced and beaded gowns for the pictorial. They were, of course, styled to a much more contemporary and street-style look with flannels and sneakers. This now, however, was very different. Her round eyes narrowed down considerably as they brought yet another gown, this one more simplistic that the rest. It had a long, sleek train with scalloped edges. The lining of the dress was covered in dainty and tasteful lace. Probably Italian. And the color, off-white. It was just her taste. Not that she had any taste for wedding dresses in particular, to be honest.
Tucking back the loose strands of hair that often bothered her as she did anything other than just sit there and have her photograph taken, she was led back to the small area designated as a changing room. It was no room at all, in actuality, as it was just in the same open-air of the studio. Pressing her rouged lips together to protect any of the expensive fabric from staining, the dress was lifted off her and replaced by the last and final of the evening. ”I feel like I am getting married at this point,” she stated out loud to no one in particular. Perhaps to anyone who would say, ‘Oh, no, goodness. You are too young to be married. You are not even the type.’
"This is the last one, we promise. We are going to take a few test shots and then bring out the groom—for the photos," they said as she was handed a dusty pink rose bouquet and thrusted in front of the camera. A male model? Why did they not tell her? That type of thing rarely happened; she was always well informed. As they messed with the lighting and her positioning against the backdrop, the other component of the shoot was called forth.
"One, two, three." Youngkwang moved to the music on his phone. Seongjun kept a look out through the blinds to keep a look out and when to signal him to walk out. He looked in the mirror and laughed at how silly he looked. He shook off the nonsense and continued, thinking that he’s the best dancer in the room. Apparently he is, comparing himself to Seongjun.
"Hey groom, you got ten minutes." Seongjun noted when he got a signal from a staff member. He immediately shot daggers towards Seongjun and paced back and forth quickly as the nervous chills ran through his body. "Why am I so nervous? It’s just Esomie." He mumbled under his break while Seongjun stood there watching him, with an amused smile on his face. "But it’s Esom."
He took in a deep breath and exhaled. “It’s Esom.” He chuckled as he shook her head and shook his hands in the hair so it wouldn’t be palmy and sweaty. “What if I walked out and pretended to be the groom?” Seongjun laughed as he leaned against the door. “Then, what will she think I am? The home wrecker?” He laughed as he looked at the time on his phone. “Go change into your tuxedo, groom!” Seongjun laughed and pushed him into the changing room of the office.
As soon as he finished, he walked out of the mini “dressing room” that Seongjun had created and a grin appeared on his face as he walked. “Well, look at you.” Youngkwang wore a black tuxedo with a unique fabric that he couldn’t tell what it was himself, but he liked it. With his straightened white shirt, buttoned up to his neckline, he wore a black bow tie to secure the neck. He grinned as he put the white handkerchief into his pocket. “Esom is marrying one handsome guy.” He grinned as he fixed his hair in the mirror. Seongjun laughed and checked the time, “Alright, you got one minute.”