❝ — 3pm, Show time. ❞
Placing his phone into his pocket he took a quick glance at the time; 2:45.
"Shit" Jonghyun hissed, pushing himself up from his spot on the couch he paced towards towards the counter and swept up his keys and curling them into his palm. Giving a small wave to Kiba before shutting the door and paying no mind to locking it - it would be quite awful luck it he were to get robbed the one time he kept it unlocked.
Pacing quickly down the stairs with minor attention to his footwork he skipped the last three steps, connecting to the floor with a grunt and heading out the doors. Making his way to his bike he swung one leg over his bike and started it up. Glancing down at his watch he sucked in a gasp of air and pressed his lips into a straight, tight line. 2:47.
Jonghyun forced himself to believe that his father just had a sick sense of humor, alerting Jessica to beckon him last minute. With full idea of Jessicas temper, especially if he's late. His fiance was a dime in a dozen, truly the most unique woman he has ever met.
Jung Sooyeon had the face of an angel and devilishly beautiful looks, on the outside - with the bat of her eye lashes and a small smile she could come off as an angel bestowed upon peasants whom were not worthy of such a presents. But with such beauty came a hidden ferocity, lips so sweet but her tongue was sharp. Her bark equally as terrifying as her bite.
Together and in the press they were known as the ice king and queen, even wearing the simplest of expressions both of them always appeared mildly irritated or pissed off. A perfect fit, so some said. But behind the pretty facade of king and queen was a different story to be told, two people forced together in the sign of god and in the face of company.
To join together He and Jung Sooyeon in holy matrimony; Oathed to live together after gods ordinance in the holy estate of matrimony. Promising to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health. For richer, for poorer. For better or worse, in sadness and in joy; To cherish and continually bestow upon her his hearts deepest devotion, forsaking all overs. Keeping himself only onto her as long as they both shall live.
The thought alone was enough to shatter his heart into a million pieces, shredding his insides into nothing. But the inevitable lock down of his future and freedom was solidified and set in stone before he was old enough to truly understand the idea and meaning behind marriage. 2:52.
Almost there, luck was on his side and not catching a single red light, fate was there to bless him for not receiving the scorn of an angry woman. But no matter how fast he went and how many lights that turned green in his favor, he wouldn't be early enough to appease both her - and his father. With that brought immediate tension and stress to his muscles and a damper on his mood.
When he finally approached cafe comma with exactly a minute to spare, practically flying off of his bike. She was sitting outside with familiar body language; arms crossed, one leg crossed over the other. He sighed, beads of sweat built on his hair line. Relief to his skin when he pulled his helmet off and locked it up onto his bike, viewing Jessica in the corner of his eye - he captured her glare and he offered her the sweetest smile he could manage without looking pained. A small wave with his fingers and he head towards her, offering his hand out to help her up; To greet his beautiful fiance who looked as mad as ever.