Chapter 48: Wedding Bells and Dad Jokes

With the proposal behind them and their love now public knowledge, YN and Seokjin's lives entered an exciting whirlwind of wedding plans. The office buzzed with energy and excitement as colleagues and friends eagerly discussed every detail of the upcoming nuptials. Even their workdays had taken on a light-hearted tone, with Seokjin's infamous dad jokes making frequent appearances, much to everyone’s amusement.

Shopping trips became a regular occurrence, with YN and Seokjin diving headfirst into the planning process. They spent weekends visiting wedding venues, sampling cake flavours, and flipping through endless magazines to find the perfect décor. YN, always the planner, had a vision for their special day, but Seokjin insisted on making the process as fun and relaxed as possible.

One sunny afternoon, they found themselves in an upscale boutique, browsing through racks of elegant dresses and suits. YN was deep in thought, her fingers brushing over the intricate lace of a stunning gown when Seokjin's voice pulled her back to reality.

"How about this one?" he asked, holding up a ridiculous, frilly pink tuxedo with a giant bow tie. His grin was mischievous, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

YN burst out laughing, shaking her head in disbelief. "Seokjin, there's no way you're wearing that to our wedding."

"Why not? I think it screams 'World Wide Handsome,'" he replied, puffing out his chest and striking a dramatic pose.

"More like 'World Wide Disaster,'" YN teased, reaching over to swat his arm playfully. "But you do look good in everything."

Seokjin's expression softened, and he leaned in close, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But there's only one thing I want to look good for on our wedding day, you."

YN's heart fluttered at his words, and she smiled up at him, feeling a rush of love and affection. "You're already perfect, Seokjin. No need for the frills."

As they continued their shopping, they bumped into Han Beom Seok, who was browsing the same store. His eyes lit up when he saw them, and he quickly made his way over, a broad smile on his face.

"Well, well, if it isn't the soon-to-be-married couple!" Beom Seok exclaimed, clapping Seokjin on the back. "How's the planning going? Still on schedule?"

"It's going great, Beom Seok," YN replied, returning his smile. "But what about you? We haven't seen you around much lately."

Beom Seok's cheeks flushed slightly, and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Ah, well, I've been a bit busy myself... with someone."

Seokjin raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin spreading across his face. "Oh? Has our Beom Seok finally found love?"

Beom Seok chuckled, his embarrassment clear. "Something like that. I've been seeing someone for a few months now. She's amazing, and... well, I think she's the one."

"That's wonderful, Beom Seok!" YN said warmly. "I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks, YN. And you two, don't think you're getting off easy. I've got a whole list of toasts and speeches ready for your wedding," Beom Seok said with a wink."

Just as long as they don't involve any of Seokjin's jokes," YN replied with a laugh.

"Hey! My jokes are a treasure," Seokjin protested, crossing his arms in mock indignation.

"A treasure we all have to suffer through," Beom Seok quipped, earning a chuckle from YN.

As the days passed, the wedding plans continued to take shape, and the excitement in the office only grew. Their colleagues couldn't resist teasing the couple at every opportunity, offering playful advice and sharing stories from their own weddings. Even the most serious of meetings were punctuated with light-hearted comments and sly grins.

"Have you two decided on a first dance song yet?" one colleague asked during a lunch break.

"Yeah, I suggest something with a lot of rhythm," another chimed in. "Maybe a dad joke-themed tune?"

Seokjin grinned, his eyes twinkling. "I was thinking of something like 'Dad Jokes and Dashing Moves.' It's got a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

YN rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. "If you dare play that at our wedding, Seokjin, I'll make sure our honeymoon is spent reorganising my closet."

"Sounds like a plan," Seokjin replied with a wink. "As long as I'm with you, it doesn't matter what we're doing."

Their friends laughed, and YN shook her head in amusement. Seokjin's endless stream of jokes and playful banter had become a constant source of joy in their lives, and she couldn't imagine a day without his humor.

As the wedding date drew closer, the anticipation grew. Invitations were sent out, the venue was booked, and the final touches were being made to ensure everything was perfect. YN found herself getting more and more excited with each passing day, her heart swelling with love for the man who had become her partner in every sense of the word.

And through it all, Seokjin never lost his sense of humour. Even during the most stressful moments of planning, he found a way to make YN laugh, easing her worries and reminding her that, at the end of the day, what mattered most was their love for each other.

One evening, as they sat together, finalising the seating arrangements, Seokjin reached over and took YN's hand in his.

"You know, YN," he said softly, his voice free of the usual teasing tone. "I can't wait to marry you. This whole process has been amazing, but the best part of all of this... is knowing that I'll get to spend the rest of my life with you."

YN's eyes softened, and she squeezed his hand, feeling the warmth of his love. "I feel the same way, Seokjin. All of this is wonderful, but what I'm really looking forward to is our life together, every moment, every laugh, every challenge. I want it all, with you."

Seokjin smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Then let's make it the best life ever."

As they looked into each other's eyes, the future stretched out before them, full of endless possibilities. And they knew, without a doubt, that they were ready to face it together, with love, laughter, and more than a few dad jokes along the way.

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