seungmin leans against the doorframe of the lavishly decorated sitting room, his fingers drumming lightly on the edge of the small table beside him. he’s dressed impeccably, the dark fabric of his suit tailored to perfection, but the faint crease on his brow betrays his growing impatience. the clock on the wall ticks steadily, marking the thirty minutes he’s already spent waiting.

from upstairs, muffled sounds echo—the occasional clatter of heels on the floor, the faint zip of a dress, and a frustrated groan that makes him bite back a smile. he’s tempted to call out to you, but he knows better. you’re fussing over every little detail, adjusting your hair, rethinking your earrings, and probably doubting if the dress you picked is the right one, even though he knows you’ll look stunning no matter what.

he shifts his weight and exhales, glancing at the clock again, but when he hears the soft click of your heels descending the staircase, all his impatience vanishes in an instant. the sight of you, radiant and hesitant, with a nervous smile tugging at your lips, leaves him momentarily speechless. and though he’d waited longer than he wanted to, seungmin realizes it was worth every second.