Min Jae's POV
I stood there staring at Jae-hyun like he had just told me I had five minutes left to live, and honestly that would've been a more comforting sentence than what he actually said, because he actually had the guts to look me dead in the face and go, he said it the first time and I brushed it but saying it again? Hell nah! "We're going to see my parents."
My brain stopped.
Completely.
Like someone unplugged the cord from the back of my head.
"Jae Hyun sir you actually meant it?" I asked, in that kind of voice where even God would step back and say, "Yeah, no, I'm not getting between that."
"The fuck? Am I here to play games with you?," he said, all confident and clean and stupid, like this wasn't the worst idea anyone had ever had in the entire history of humanity. "They want to meet you."
"NO, THEY DON'T," I snapped so fast even I surprised myself. "They don't even know me, why would they want to meet me, what if they hate me, what if they call the police, what if your mother is allergic to me, what if…"
Soo-ah smacked the back of my head before I could complete that sentence.
"My friend," she said through gritted teeth, "you need to get your shit together because you brought this on yourself, so stop hyperventilating before I tape your mouth shut."
"I didn't bring ANYTHING on myself!" I yelled, pointing at my chest like I had actual evidence. "Look at me! I'm dressed like a K-pop idol runaway bride, I'm wearing a wig that hasn't known peace since Tuesday, and I have a binder that just tried to explode in public. This is not a 'meet the parents' situation, this is a RUN FOR YOUR LIFE situation."
We kept blubbering to each other.
Jae-hyun ignored my emotional meltdown and just pulled out his phone like:
"We'll leave in two hours. Do what you have to and I'll pick you up."
He loved the trauma on my face and I swear I could see him smile on his way out .
Urghhh if only Soo jae never showed me this shit damn!!! Let's do this for our baby sister!! Fightinggg I got this
"Clock it boo, you know you do! "
I swear something in my soul cracked.
TWO HOURS?
TWO???
ONLY TWO???
I needed two YEARS to prepare for something like this.
I spun around to Soo-ah, grabbing her shoulders like a drowning man grabbing onto the last floating door in the ocean.
"Soo-ah, HELP. I NEED…. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I NEED BUT I NEED EVERYTHING."
"Oh, I know," she said, already cracking her knuckles like a villain preparing to remodel me into something entirely different. "We're doing makeup. And hair. And stealing a dress. And fixing that binder that wants to assassinate you."
"I don't want makeup!" I yelled.
"Do you want to get murdered by his parents?"
"…where's the eyeliner?"
***
Honestly, I don't know what kind of demon took over Soo-ah after that because she went full warrior mode. She grabbed my face, shoved me in a chair, and started painting me like she was restoring a broken antique vase.
"Stop moving," she barked, slamming my head back every time I twitched.
"I CAN'T STOP MOVING, MY BODY IS 80% PANIC. …"
"Blink again while I'm doing eyeliner and I'll end you."
So that shut me up real quick.
My face was yanked, poked, slapped, brushed, powdered, sprayed, cursed at, praised, cursed at again. At one point she shoved something sharp near my eye and I screamed.
"What NOW?" she snapped.
"I SAW MY LIFE FLASH…."
"That's the eyelash curler, not an execution device."
"It LOOKED like one!"
"Shut up."
Honestly she had the nerve to look insulted like I was the unreasonable one for screaming at a metal torture device aimed at my eye.
Then came the dress.
"So," Soo-ah said, digging through a suitcase. "Which one of these do you want?"
I stared at the pile like she had shown me three corpses.
"WHY DO YOU HAVE THESE?"
"Backup options."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"Pick a color."
"I DON'T WANT TO WEAR ANY…"
"PICK."
I pointed at the least-threatening one, which was something black and long and fancy and very much something meant for a tall woman with curves I absolutely did not have.
Soo-ah held it up to my body, tilted her head, and sighed.
"Okay, we're stealing one."
"What?! No. …."
But she already grabbed my wrist and dragged me out like a thief dragging their clueless accomplice.
We actually stole a dress.
From wardrobe.
Of the wedding venue.