When we pulled apart, a cheer erupted behind us—Harin screaming louder than anyone, Woo Joon whistling, Ha Ya crying openly, and Minhwan yelling, “Get a room!”
We laughed as we turned to face them, hand in hand. I glanced at Han Wool.
“You okay?”
He smiled, eyes still glassy. “Yeah. Just… full.”
“Of love?”
“Of panic".
I smacked his arm, and he grinned wider, kissing my temple.
It was perfect. Not because everything went as planned. But because it didn’t. Because it was us—chaotic, ridiculous, loving deeply, laughing louder, and somehow, impossibly, whole.
The moment we stepped off the aisle, hand in hand, the chaos resumed like someone had hit play on a paused sitcom.
Minhwan was already waving his arms like a director behind the camera. “Alright, alright, make way! VIP couple coming through! I need champagne, confetti, and a playlist that doesn’t scream 1995.”
Seok Kyung slid beside him, elbowing him in the ribs. “It’s their wedding, not your reality show.”
“Same thing,” he whispered dramatically. “Just with more food and less censorship.”
Ha Ya came charging in next, already halfway through crying again as she hugged me tightly, then turned to Han Wool. “You take care of her, or I swear I’ll inject caffeine into your IV when you least expect it.”
Woo Joon—now officially her other half—snorted behind her. “She will. Don’t test her. She’s done it to me.”
Han Wool just raised both hands in surrender. “I’ve survived worse. I grew up with Hanseol.”
“Hey!” a small voice piped up — from directly beside him, arms already crossed, face scrunched in pure, eleven-year-old betrayal. “I heard that.”
We all turned. Hanseol had somehow wedged herself between us again, glaring up at her brother like he’d just committed treason.
“You invited me to be part of the wedding,” she huffed. “Then you roast me in front of your wife?”
I stifled a laugh. Han Wool didn’t.
“Oh no,” he said, bending slightly, eyes wide and dramatic. “Not the wrath of the rhinestone queen.”
“I’m telling Grandma,” Hanseol said instantly, eyes narrowed.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“I have screenshots,” she said, waving her phone. “Of you dancing to NewJeans. In a headband.”
Everyone around us froze. Minhwan dropped his drink.
“You did what?” Seok Kyung gasped.
Minhwan looked personally offended. “You said you don’t dance!”
Han Wool backed up two steps. “It was one time. It was for morale.”
“Oh, you mean our morale?” I grinned.
Hanseol smirked like a cat who’d just eaten the whole wedding cake. “Oh, and I edited it with glitter transitions.”
Minhwan dropped to his knees, fake-crying. “This wedding is the gift that keeps on giving!”
“Play it,” Harin said, suddenly beside us again and grinning wide. “I’ll stream it on the projector. Go big or go home.”
Han Wool looked skyward. “I should’ve eloped.”
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When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|
FanfictionBeak Cheonga never expected much from life. Not love, not warmth-just survival. Adopted into a wealthy family that never truly wanted her, she learned how to exist in the empty spaces between their affection. Transferring from Daehwa High to Yusung...
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