Mingyu and Wonwoo didn't saw eachother after then. They both attended classes, stayed in the same classroom but drastically avoided coming in front of eachother.

Mingyu knew it was because of what his Hyung had advised, Wonwoo's older brother might also have said the same thing. Being around eachother meant they will bicker, and if they will bicker, there was much chances of them speaking something they should not.

Also Seungcheol Hyung was still trying to get his hold on the CCTV footage, something which was hard to have a grip on since it was under management. Luckily the corridor they were in was surrounded by camera and Seungcheol Hyung was sure he'll find out who it is soon.

The remaining three days before the wedding went peacefully. Both side attending classes to not let the other person assume that they were being hunted down, but still being extremely alarmed over the smallest things around them. The younger ones weren't allowed to wonder alone, the older ones were told to stay away from eachother while the middle ones were ignoring eachother from all their mights.

Not until Mingyu's father summoned both Mingyu and Wonwoo to choose the own style of suit for their wedding.

Mingyu didn't wanted to, it was clearly visible on his face when he walked inside of the designer's shop, not even shocked to see Wonwoo sitting on the couch and scrolling through his phone.

He was wearing his baggy jeans and normal black t-shirt, not really enthusiastic by the fact that he was told to choose his clothes as same as Mingyu. When the taller stood in front of him, the older first glanced at him and then tried to act surprised, "Oh my god! Look who is here! Someone who is full fifteen minutes late."

Mingyu smiled sarcastically, "I never told you to be on time, did i?"

Wonwoo wanted to punch the taller right on his teeths and watch them break off like ripen mangoes falling off the tree but he controlled himself, for the sake of the fact that after tomorrow, he'll be the one watching his that ugly face like a punishment.

One of the employee immediately stood in between them, trying to smile when she realised both were going to let the hell break loose. She shuttered
In the process of gaining their attention, "Umm..sir please can you both..follow me. We have prepared quite a lot of options for you both, it would be a big help if you could choose one."

Mingyu was already standing up so it was just Wonwoo who had to leave his comfortable couch just to follow a lady who was probably leading him to one of the show rooms for their clothes.

The moment they both started to follow the lady, Mingyu suddenly asked, "I forgot to ask something. What were you even doing in changing room yesterday? You weren't there to annoy me, were you?"

Wonwoo looked at him feeling baffled. He was there to annoy him, what really was so confusing in that mere information? But beside being an asshole for coming all the way from third floor to ground one just to annoy a man, who was much taller than him in height, there was one more reason.

"Your friends...they stopped me in my way that day and tried to threaten me."

His tone wasn't something which sounded guilty. It felt like he was just stating facts and nothing else. Mingyu on the other hand was perplexed, "Seokmin, Minghao and Jihoon? Threatening you? For what?"

Wonwoo shrugged his shoulders, "For me getting you scolded from every single professor. Honestly, their this act can lead them somewhere graver, and threatening me, a son of mafia on the top of that, do you really think I'll let it slide off?"

Mingyu voice suddenly hardened, his tone was harsher than before, "Then try me. The moment you touch any one of them, I'll show you who slides it off and who don't."

It was not everyday someone get to hit that nerves of Mingyu Wonwoo just became successful in doing. But it didn't look like Mingyu was joking, not even slightest bit of muscle weavered from his face when he said those words.

"Good for you that i didn't mean anything i said." Wonwoo admitted almost immediately. "I can't go around killing people as I like. First, because I am not allowed to, second, if I was allowed to, you'd be dead already."

Mingyu scoffed, "The only time I will say our feelings are mutual."

They both glared at eachother for good few minutes until their transmission of intensified cursing code from eyes was interrupted by the woman who now stood with two suits, custom made, each in her both hands.

She asked politely, feeling hella awkward since it their first time encountering a couple that weren't even trying to hide that they dislike eachother, "Sir, We still have lots of options left so it doesn't ends here and you can-"

"I'll take the right one."

Wonwoo immediately chose between the two suits. The fact that he was not interested in this choosing ceremony of suits was so visible that it made the employees around them feel their jaw dropping. The older was still unhinged while Mingyu felt the sudden urge to laugh at everyone's reaction.

But he is not Kim Mingyu he doesn't do anything to annoy Wonwoo, "I'll also take the right one."

And now the dropped jaws also have their brows frowned. Even Wonwoo was now looking at him in disbelief. It was obvious, the clothes being shown were custom made, probably one and only piece available. There was no way both men can have the same clothes, it's was impossible!

Wonwoo now knew the taller was trying to increase his problems and nothing else.

The women in front then admitted, "I am afraid sir that might not have two sets of these clothes. What about i show you more of these? you both might change your choices if you like something else then."

Mingyu looked over Wonwoo, the man who was already writting his book of 'thousand ways to kill Kim Mingyu'. He then turned back towards the lady, smiling, "Ofcourse, why not."

And as the older had expected, after watching the suits, Mingyu would spent quite a lot of time in deciding what to take and when Wonwoo would choose something for himself just so he could go home early, Mingyu's decision then become firm to take whatever Wonwoo had chose.

And on the top of that, if Wonwoo gave up on the suit he had decided so Mingyu could take it and this all ends soon, the taller ends up telling them to bring their other options, a very stupid way to waste Wonwoo's time.

On the summary, Mingyu wanted whatever suit Wonwoo chose, and when Wonwoo did gave up something so he could take, he didn't want it either.

The employees were now in their last stage of mental breakdown. In their years of working, they never met couple as complicated as these two. There were hundreds of men and women wanting to have their clothes designed, and spending bunch of hours in choosing what they would wear but none, none of them were ever this focused on annoying eachother than the clothes.

The woman in front sighed again. She now had officially lost the hope in humanity, "Sir, we have a collection which was precisely made for couples, I'd advise you to check that too."

This was their last collection, and she, on the verge of crying, had decided not to listen to both of the men no matter how much nuisance they tried to be.

The moment her both hands were holding a suit in each, she immediately asked without waiting for their reactions, "Not asking about any perticular suit but do you like them, like both of them?"

Mingyu automatically had his attention over the piece of cloth. The left on was black in colour, pattern of different kind of flowers were made onto it's corner. The cloth was not that eyes sore if not that catchy. It was simple, elegant and classy.

While the right one was white in colour, same design but just different in colour. Mingyu wondered what the woman wanted to do when him and Wonwoo surprisingly nodded at the same time.

"Alright then." The woman smiled, "I'll count to three, and the one you'll choose will be yours."

That was childish, but Mingyu knew why these types of tricks were pulled into them. Wonwoo didn't protest, probably knowing if he went out for how crazy that sounded, the choosing ceremony of theirs will never end. If the older didn't complained, Mingyu wasn't about to either.

"One"

"Two"

"Three-"

"Left"                                        "Right"

"..........."

There was a little celebration going on the moment Mingyu, the one who chose left one, and Wonwoo, the one who chose right one, came out finally with their two different decisions. The staff sighed in relief and even before Mingyu could say anything, the woman in front told their staff to pack the suits.

It was obvious she was going to take no shits from him.

The woman then turned towards them, "You both can wait outside, we'll get it done in just few minutes and then it will be good to take it with you."

Not having anything to say, both of the men stood up, glaring at eachother before walking out and seperating in two different directions the moment they got the chance to do so. The woman sighed, turning back to her staff only to hear them complain, "Why do people even want to get married when they can't stand eachother."

The staff that said those words was already finely tired of taking out and in of the amount of clothes settled on the request of no one other than kim Mingyu. The woman on the other hand just smiled at the staff, "They'll make a great pair."

"Great pair?" The staff was in disbelief, "The only thing I see making them is eachother's grave."

The woman laughed, "I have seen lot's of couples in my lifetime, and this one, might i say, if ever fell in love, will never be able to stay away from eachother too. And I can already see that, their acts to grab other's attention."

"Though you are my boss, am i allowed to say you are delusional?"

"I am not!" The woman was firm on her answer, "Tell me, why most of the marriage fails to prosper?"

The staff pondered but before they could speak, the woman answered, "Because they haven't seen eachother's worst. They are only committing to the bright side of you, the dark part, most of the time, is not accepted. But imagine a partner who knows your lowest? What will there be to back off then?"

The staff shrugged their shoulders, "For that, they need to fall in love boss."

"Well, that's something that's not in our hands, is it?"