The Mediator 2 (GOT7 MARK feat. BTS FANFIC)

Chapter 24: Runaway Groom

I looked at myself in the mirror.

I'm standing there, in a snowy white wedding gown that reaches all the way to the ground and my short wavy hair falls nicely on my shoulder in soft curls.

As I stayed in that position, the make up artist reached forward to my lips and applied the last tint of lip gloss carefully on it.

"And there you go Wendy", she then told me, giving me a satisfied look.

I was too distracted by my image in the mirror. There have been very few times in my life when I've been forced to look at myself in the mirror for almost an hour. Correction, I don't think I've ever done it before, actually.

The gown perfectly showed off my curves and S line which I never once had and the light make up on my face also reflected my flawless, radiant skin.

Initially, I was almost completely convinced that I will not be a beautiful bride because I have seen approximately a billion images of stunning looking brides on magazines and on websites, but the outcome proved otherwise.

"Daebak, you look beautiful Wendy-ssi", I twirled around to the voice, only to see JB and then the other members of GOT7 streaming in one by one.

"Noona, jinjjya yepeuda!", Bambam exclaimed with his eyes widened, which Yugyeom and Jr both nodded their heads in agreement.

"Who knows that a monkey could turn into a swan in the end?", Jackson then teased, forcing JB to give him a light punch in his stomach.

Holding up my gown, I strolled towards them.

"Gamsahabnida", I thanked them for their compliments, however, I soon noticed that there were only six of them here.

"Where's Mark oppa?", I stretched out my neck to look for him but I didn't catch him anywhere.

Everyone stayed silent for awhile until Youngjae spoke.

"Hyung said that he have something important to settle, but he promise that he will be here, later."

"Oh", I replied, but with a little disappointment in my voice.

What else can be more important than this wedding shoot which the both of us have been looking forward to for the entire day? I wonder.

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She leaned on the bar, her black hair lying over one shoulder of her sequinned dress. She rolled her head to one side, pushing out her red lips just a little.

She wasn't drunk yet but she liked to give the impression that she was.

The bartender was there to take her order in a flash, eyes dropping only momentarily to her low-cut neckline.

She twiddled her hair in a seemingly absent-minded way and giggled girlishly before ordering a cocktail.

She watched him fetch it.

There were muscles under that shirt and his face was above average with those light eyes and tanned skin.

Perhaps, she would come back for him later, after she's settled with HIM.

As she practiced drinking sexily from the cocktail as if it was just water in them, her eyes soon traced to a figure who could be seen jostling through the crowd towards her.

She tapped to a rhythm on the glass with her nails as she saw him gradually drawing closer and closer.

And finally, she gave herself the cue, with her head positioned beautifully onto the counter, pretending to stay unconscious.