The bridal suite is loud with laughter, hair spray, and the constant rustle of satin and chiffon. Your sister keeps fussing over flowers while the makeup artist chases the younger cousins away from the snacks table. It’s chaotic — but warm, happy chaos. You’re in the dressing room alone halfway zipped into your bridesmaid dress, staring at yourself in the mirror, trying to smooth the baby purple fabric over your waist for the tenth time. A knock sounds on the half-open door.

“Uh… is it safe to come in?” You peek out and there he is — Sim Jaeyun, already dressed in his groomsmen suit. Black vest, sleeves rolled slightly, tie hanging loose around his neck like he hasn’t decided whether to behave or not. He looks like a your typical rom-com nerdy male lead with that black-rimmed glasses.

He looks too fucking good.

Jake rubs the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly. “Junhee-noona said you might need help with the zipper… and Heeseung told me to ‘go be useful'.”

He steps closer, gentle, careful like you’re made of glass. “Can I?”

When you turn around, his fingers brush your back while pulling the zipper up slowly. His touch is warm through the thin fabric, accidentally lingering a second too long.

"...Wow,” he mutters.

You glance at him through the mirror. “What?”

Jake’s eyes meet yours in the reflection, soft and a little stunned. “You look really pretty.”

There’s a pause. Then he quickly clears his throat. “I mean— like, bridesmaid pretty. Wedding pretty. Normal pretty. Not— you know—”He panics, ears turning red.

To distract himself, he tugs his tie loose while biting his bottom lips awkwardly.

“Can you help me too? I’ve been fighting this stupid tie for ten minutes.”