Six months later...
The sky in Kyoto was the color of rose milk.
A soft breeze passed through the Shinto shrine grounds where paper lanterns hung, gently swaying above rows of white folding chairs. Cherry blossoms fluttered like blessings from the gods themselves.
And right in the middle—
A red umbrella.
Carried solemnly by Grandpa Kazuo, who stood tall and proud beside the groom's—no, bride's—spot.
Mina, dressed in an elegant off-white kimono embroidered with subtle silver cranes, stood upright. Her fingers trembled at her sides. But her expression was calm, composed—just like the CEO she had always been.
Except today, she wasn't just a CEO.
She was someone's wife.
She was Y/N's wife.
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Music began.
The guests rose.
And from the end of the aisle—
A figure appeared in white and ivory.
Y/N walked slowly, her arm looped through her father's, Mr. Jang Weo. Her veil was pinned delicately behind her hair, her eyes shimmering—not just from tears, but from awe.
Chaeyoung gasped like it was the finale of a K-drama.
Then hugged her handbag like it was a baby.
"My best friend is getting married... to a CEO..." she cried, her nose red. "And I didn't even get to lock her in a freezer one last time—"
"Chaeyoung, shut up," Sana muttered, dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
"She's so pretty..." Momo whispered. "Mina's gonna cry. Watch."
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As Y/N stepped closer, Mina's composure nearly cracked.
She swallowed hard.
And when Y/N finally stood before her, smiling with everything in her heart, she whispered—
"Hi."
Mina exhaled, the world stilling around her.
"Hello..." she replied, voice thick. "...You're late."
Y/N rolled her eyes fondly.
"Sorry. Dad drives like a grandpa."
From the side, Jang Weo smirked.
"You're lucky I didn't drive us into a shrine wall."
Kazuo chuckled as he handed the red umbrella to the priest, whispering to himself,
"This is it. The dream came true."
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The ceremony began.
Vows spoken in Japanese, in Korean, in stolen glances and shaky breaths.
Mina said hers without a pause.
Y/N held her hand tightly as she said hers.
Then came the words:
"Do you take this woman..."
"I do."
"And do you—"
"I do." Mina whispered before the priest could finish.
And then—
The kiss.
Soft. Delicate.
Like it had been waiting lifetimes to happen under the sakura trees.
Applause broke the silence.
The guests rose in celebration.
Mr. Jang Weo sniffled once and wiped a single tear.
Grandpa Kazuo, beaming, whispered under his breath:
BINABASA MO ANG
Hi Hello | Myoui Mina x F. Reader
FanfictionY/N didn't mean to end up at a millionaire's mansion. All she did was buy an iced matcha for a tired old man on a rainy Tokyo afternoon - because being kind was cheaper than feeling guilty. She had no idea he was Myoui Kazuo, Vice President of Nippo...
