✭ book 1
✭ cover inspired by bts now 3 : dreaming days and blghitted (ig)
synopsis ➣
makailee saxton, a 22-year-old black girl, has been an ARMY since BTS's debut. now four years later, she decides to take a trip in seoul with her best friend in the...
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24/7=heaven
BTS - Dark&Wild
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0:29 - 3:17
MY WEDDING WAS TODAY. JULY 7TH, 2018. The alarm sounded off at 5 AM, causing my heart to jump into my throat and get stuck there ever since. I quickly turned it off and hopped out of the king-sized bed to wake the other girls up. Bethanee, Anna-Mae, CeCe -who arrived in Seoul a few days ago- along with Zara and I were staying in the presidential suite at Four Seasons.
Listening to girl-power anthems, it helped me keep my nerves to a minimum so I wouldn't throw up my small breakfast. Some of the boys' professional came over half an hour later to help us get ready for the big day.
It was now time to put on my wedding dress, so I faced the wall-length mirror and carefully stepped into it.
"Why'd you stop, Dahui?" I asked one of the stylists who had paused halfway into my back.
"Uh... t-that's as far it can go," she faltered quietly as I turned my head to look over my shoulder.
"What? No way!" I gasped in surprise and quickly moved my hands to pull the zip upward. It wouldn't budge. "How is that fucking possible? Did it seriously shrink in only 48 hours?? Try. Again."
That wedding dress fitted me perfectly two days ago, so probably my baby was getting bigger too fast. Which a monumental fucking problem because I couldn't get married without that said wedding dress.
I was this close to postponing the ceremony to find the best couturière in the country. But much closer to an emotional breakdown, thinking about all the people I would disappoint. The guests, family and best friends... my fiancé.
"Move. I'll do it!" Anna-Mae exclaimed and pushed the stylist out of her way, coming up behind me. "Now on three, suck that baby in and squeeze 'em titties!"
It turned out we had to be four to get the zip all the way up. I could barely sit down, let alone breathe properly from pulling in my stomach as much as physically possible. But staring at my reflection in the mirror, the aftereffect was definitely worth it. Everyone in the room complimented me as I slowly traced my fingertips over the intricate lace and sparkly beads.
Aside from bold false eyelashes and dark matte lipstick, the rest of my makeup was gracefully natural. Wavy locks brushed over my shoulders, giving off a simple but chic look. The fancy white gown hugged all of my curves perfectly, before flowing out from mid-thigh into a puffy train. A dramatic slit sewed to the side was showing off my sexy legs and diamond-like stilettos. Damn, I was drop-dead gorgeous.
