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The morning sun was warming your skin so nicely that for a moment you quite forgot that you were going to be trapped at this ceremony for at least two hours. It’s not that you did not like your cousin or her future husband, but the past week has been way too rough on you to be in the perfect mood for this wedding, plus the groom being your first ex was not helping too.
As soon as the wedding march started playing, everyone stood up and admired the beautiful bride walking down the aisle. Her dress fitted perfectly and her smile was outstanding in the sea of people around her. You actually loved the countryside wedding location they chose, as the green fields around the venue complemented their mood so well. The ceremony continued uninterrupted until just before lunchtime.
The wedding lunch started with the maid of honour making a toast to the new couple, but you couldn’t really focus on what she was saying as the waiter who was placing the wine glass in front of you was looking real fine. Your gaze lingered on him longer than expected and as soon as he turned around and locked eyes, you basically jumped out of shock, faking your interest in the speech to hide your embarrassment.
Later on, you discovered that the cute waiter was assigned to your table, so you would be seeing him during the whole day, and for the first time since receiving the invitation, you were happy to be alone at this wedding, as your love relationship status has been far from good for years now.
Between the different courses, he came up to you to offer more water and wine while displaying an attractive smile, even when your glasses were still full. You managed to exchange a few words, but nothing more than that, as the other guests were always calling for help.
After the infinite lunch, friends and family of the newlyweds moved to an external garden space where drinks and ambient melodies were already set up. The afternoon ran quite smoothly between cocktails, games and a few uncomfy questions about the boyfriend you don’t have and children you don’t want. Actually, you couldn’t be too bothered as you loved your life at the moment, apart from *maybe* a little loneliness that arises when watching your favourite k-dramas.
The curiosity grew as the hours passed by and finding out his name was essential at that point, even if it was quite a challenge. It required ordering a few drinks at the open bar while trying to read the name on his tag, which was *obviously* printed in the smallest font ever. Eventually, while getting the fourth mimosa of the day, you managed to decipher it: Chan.
Eventually, time passed and a buffet dinner was arranged for the guests to enjoy. You grabbed two veggie tartlets and called it a meal, still full from the abundant lunch from before. During dinner, a dance floor area was prepared and people started crowding it as soon as more danceable music started blasting from the speakers.
You got dragged by your drunk cousin into the dance pit and you had to actually dance with her, or else she would have kept you there until the next morning. You liked the music a lot, as it was a mixture of modern and old fashioned pop songs. This, together with being a bit tipsy from the previous drinks, got you dancing for hours without caring too much about the people around you.
You had a good time dancing and screaming your lungs out with your cousin and her friends until a ripping sound came straight from the side of your dress. Panic kicked in and you rapidly escaped the dancing mass of people to scavenge your bag and run to the back of the venue, looking for a private space to put your dress back together.
In the midst of walking and balancing your weight on those strappy heels you wanted to wear so badly, you ended up in a storage area with no people in sight. The main venue where you had lunch was a big tent connected to a building where the kitchens and the back offices were, so you thought you could get some help from the workers there. With the most insecure voice you probably ever had, you called
“Hello? Is there anyone there?”
You tried to open the only door that lead into a room which seemed to be full of people, but it almost swung on your face right when you were placing your hand on it. Scared of the sudden movement you took a few steps back while covering your face with the only free hand you got.
“OH! I’m so sorry ma’am, are you good? Did I hit you with the plates?”
Before even looking at the man’s face you hurriedly apologised.
“No need to worry. I’m sorry I was just looking for somebody to help me. I didn’t mean to get into the kitchen..”
Lifting your head you recognised him. Chan. Aka the cute, *actually hot*, waiter.
“I mean, like, I’m sorry, but I need help with a thing. My dress, you know.”
You said, pointing at the ripped side of your dress. He placed down the few clean plates he was holding and looked at the rip from afar. Like asking for consent, he nodded in the direction of the problem. You quickly realized that the rip was showing the side of your waist partially, so you instinctively retracted while holding the fabric.
“Yes. You know, I was trying to find somebody that could maybe have some kind of a needle and thread. Maybe you have a colleague that-”
“Wait here just for a second.”
He lighted up and left without telling you where he was headed.
You could hear him opening cabinets and digging through carton boxes in one of the rooms next to the kitchen, so when he made a winning sound with his voice, you cracked to door open, just to find him with a needle and some thread in his hands.
“I knew there would have been something here, my friend keeps ripping his work trousers while on duty.”
You entered the changing room and placed your bag on the table in the middle of it.
“If it’s okay with you I can try to stitch it up. I used to help my sister during her stylist phase”
Great. He is kind and he has a sister. Green flags only here.
“Sure. It’s a bit tricky because the fabric is not great for hand stitching”
He nodded and moved closer to you, while you turned on your side to reveal the entirety of the rip. He gasped and chuckled.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to laugh at you but damn, that’s a rip. What were you dancing out there?”
You felt your face growing hot in a few seconds while trying to stay still so that he would not prick you with the needle, and hoping he was not able to see your red face.
You stayed like this for a few moments while he was trying to solve this mess when suddenly he touched your bare skin with his fingers.
“Uh oh! I’m sorry. It’s just that this fabric is so fucking slippery.”
You could not deny that your heart fluttered for a second there. He must have understood it because he stopped stitching as he lifted his face to look straight into your eyes, mouth half-opened while trying to bring some words in. You licked your lips as your mouth went dry just by looking at his deep pink lips, before lowering your gaze to your feet and moving your head to the side, focusing on some random shelf on the wall.
He quickly mumbled something and went back to stitching, being way more careful not to touch you until he finished.
“Here it is. A brand new dress.”
You straightened up and smoothed out your silky dress. Looking at the perfect reparation he did.
“I really don’t know how to thank you. This wedding has been quite hard itself, I could not have survived with a ripped dress until the end of the night.”
“No worries. It’s not perfect but-”
“Oh no! It is!”
An awkward moment of silence fell between both of you as you noticed that one of your heels’ straps was completely undone. You tried to bend but the dress was not stretchy enough to move around that much. He rapidly offered to tie it and bent down in front of you. Wild thoughts went through your mind. Images of his big hands on you flashed in front of your eyes and as soon as he reached for your ankle you softly moaned without even realising it. You covered your mouth completely flustered and looked at him with wide eyes. He stirred up and adjusted his shirt, a white, semitransparent shirt that left little to the imagination. He caught your distracted gaze and reached for your face with his hand.
“You need help with something else?”
And then, holding your chin between his fingers, he kissed you gently, waiting for you to kiss him back. You froze for an instant, before returning the kiss and deepening it.
He moved both his hands around your waist as soon as you put your arms around his neck. You took a few steps back until you felt the hard wall pressing on your back.
“Oh god”
You spoke in between your kisses. He moved his face back a few inches just to look into your eyes.
“That’s not god, that’s Chan”