FINAL!!!!!
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Wedding day
The sun rose slow and golden over the city, casting a warm light through the curtains of the room, now dressed in soft whites and florals for the day.
My hands rested over my belly as I sat in silence for a moment, just breathing.
Two weeks pregnant.
It still didn’t feel real.
A soft knock at the door broke the stillness.
“Unnie?” Harin's voice drifted through, muffled by the door. “We’re gonna come in unless you’re—well—doing something weird like crying with cucumbers on your eyes.”
I laughed.
“Come in, idiots.”
The door burst open and in came Harin, Ha Ya and Seok Kyung, arms full of steaming tea, tiny breakfast buns, and a veil that they were still fighting over who got to hold properly.
“You look like a literal angel,” Seok Kyung said dramatically, dropping the veil on the chair and throwing herself next to me. “Except a hot angel who’s hiding a baby.”
“Seok Kyung!” Ha Ya smacked her with a pillow. “She’s not hiding anything, she’s glowing! Look at her! Our girl’s getting married today.”
“I made you tea with ginseng,” Harin said softly, placing a hand over mine. “And I made you a cake. Please don’t cry on it.”
I smiled. “I’m crying on everything today.”
Outside the suite, the wedding venue was slowly coming to life. A private villa by the sea, with white pebbled paths, drifting florals, and pale blush tones woven into every thread of decor. Harin insisted on helping plan every detail—right down to the rose-shaped napkins.
Minhwan arrived looking far too sharp in a suit, hair gelled back, and sunglasses he refused to take off even inside the venue.
“I’m here to walk someone down the aisle,” he said, only half-joking. “Preferably someone pretty.”
“You’ll walk yourself into a headlock if you keep talking,” Seok Kyung retorted.
Aunty came over in a hanbok, her eyes shimmering with pride as she took my hand. “You look just like your mother,” she whispered. “She’d be so proud.”
I squeezed her hand tightly. “I hope she’s watching.”
The door opened and in stepped Geon Yeop, clean-shaven, neat suit, and an uncertain smile.
“You ready?” he asked.
I nodded. “Only if you are.”
Geon Yeop had offered to walk me down the aisle. He wasn't just a friend, he is now like my brother. And now, as he held out his arm, the air shifted.
He led me slowly through the hall, past the doors, through the archway of petals and into the sun.
The music began. My breath caught.
Down the aisle, Han Wool stood, waiting. He looked at me like I was the only thing left in the world.
But before I reached him, I caught sight of the other surprises waiting.
Study group.
Jiwoo, wearing a suit with sneakers, waved wildly like we were in a concert. “YOU LOOK HOT!” she yelled, unapologetically, earning a few shushed laughs.
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