#esomnia

He woke up later than usual, just a little after ten. He slipped out of bed and opened the curtains to let the sun rays shine through the windows. He brushed through his hair with his fingers and opened the door to walk to the bathroom. When he opened, the atmosphere was empty and blank. He wandered around the house and found Esom no where. He did his morning routine and made his own breakfast as he planned out the day for her. 

esomnia:

The makeup artist gave a suspicious smile as she dabbed at her cheeks with a salmon color. What was this all about? Everyone in the studio was acting strange and eerie. Never before had absolutely all eyes in the place been on her. Every staff member, intern, artist, and photographer that was there was peering over at her. Esom’s darkened brows slanted in skepticism. She gave everyone who was smiling at her a mean, judging look, as if telling them ‘I know what is happening! Stop it!’ But she had honestly no clue. What was going on?

Whining like a child, she turned to look at the untie before her, who was still smiling. This was some twisted fantasy. Esom would only wonder when she would wake up. Wedding dresses, frills, photographs, and all these smiles. She was going crazy. What was next? She could only hope that then someone would pop out and scream that she had been Punk’d. Because other than that, what else would explain all of this?

Giving the photographer a worried look with wide, open eyes, she began to ask, “Where is my—the male model?” She stopped herself short of saying groom. It would have been easy to blame the atmosphere she was in, but she was not quite sure anymore what was going on after all. Hushing a confused and somewhat agitated Esom, the photographer asked her to hold an ethereal post for half a minute as they brought out her surprise. Reluctantly, she did.

Watching the photographer move Esom towards the photoshoot, he and Seongjun snuck out of the office. A wide grin stayed on his face as he moved past the staff. He gave the person a signal to cue the song.

Suddenly, Bruno Mar's Marry You began playing in the background. Youngkwang walked foward in his tuxedo along with Seongjun as they danced to the choreography that they have created together.

"It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do. Hey baby! I think I want to marry you." Youngkwang and Seongjun shimmied to the side, acting like a couple and walked down, waving their arms and immediately pointed to Esom, at the cue of marry you. Youngkwang let go of Seongjun and grabbed Esom's hand as he made her dance to the song, singing loudly at the top of his lungs, "I think I wanna marry you!" He laughed as he continued his best to dance. He twirled her around and grinned widely. Seeing her smile made his heart beat even more rapidly.

esomnia:

"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. 

Aw, that's a shame. But if that is your reality, then you can certainly be a koala. I'd like to be one, too.

"Yah! Entertain her, stall her! Do whatever you can!" He fussed at his phone for the person on the other line could hear him. He was nervously pacing back and forth in a room. Today was the day for him to finally get down on his knee and propose to the lady who has been at his side, practically his entire life. Could it be that he had sparks for her ever since that day? Is this all a dream to him or is this reality? Will she accept him? Or will she reject him? 

Youngkwang had planned everything to take place in a studio. He spoke with Andew to give Soyoung a photoshoot that had to deal with a wedding dress. It gives everything a foreshadow feeling to this surprise. 

Never in his life has he planned so much for just one person. For that person to be so important to him. He stood in that room, biting his nail as he waited for her arrival. "Hyung, you're so nervous. This is making me happy." Seongjun had made a side comment while he snickered. "Hush!" He laughed as he plopped onto the couch. He closed his eyes as he covered his face with his arm. Breathing out from his mouth, he heard a familiar voice arriving into the studio.