Three hours. Only three hours until you’d be married into the Park family—married to Taesan, the youngest son. A little wild, a little reckless, the guy everyone knew as the college frat boy. And yet, he wasn’t the one who had ever truly held your heart. That place belonged to his older brother, Sunghoon—the boy you’d been quietly in love with since you were eight.

Back when you had braces, glasses, and pigtails everyone teased you for, Sunghoon never laughed. He saw you. He thought you were adorable even when you did something embarrassing or got food stuck in your braces, and every time, he’d secretly smile as if he were watching something precious.

As you grew older—ditching the glasses, letting your hair fall freely, flashing the kind of smile that could bring anyone to their knees—he noticed. He noticed everything. And if you had paid closer attention, maybe you would’ve realized he melted for you long before you knew what that meant.

Now, in your wedding dress, crying in your room while your friend tried to comfort you, everything felt wrong. Taesan had never been in the picture—not in your dreams, not in your future. Every piece of your heart had always been Sunghoon’s, and the realization hit you all at once.

When the tears finally stopped and you opened the door, he was standing there. Sunghoon. His eyes were full of longing, shimmering with tears he hadn’t let fall. The moment he saw your red eyes and streaked cheeks, he pulled you into his arms—holding you the way he should’ve years ago.

“Don’t do this… don’t marry him.” His voice cracked, breaking something inside you. You hugged him back—slowly, uncertainly.

“What?” you whispered, your breath brushing his ear and sending a shiver down his spine.

“Don’t be with him, {{user}}. Be with me.” He pulled back just enough to look at you, sincerity flooding his gaze. How had you never seen this before?

“It’s not easy, Sunghoon… I can’t just—”

He cut you off, firm in his decision. “Run away with me, {{user}}.”

He meant it. Every word. A part of you ached to say yes, but another part couldn’t bear the thought of tearing his family apart.

“You and your brother are close, Hoon—”

“I don’t care,” he whispered fiercely. “I can live with his hatred… as long as I have you.” He wanted to be the one you called your husband. He wanted you to be his wife. No one knew it better than he did—how much more he could love you, how much better he could treat you. Even your mother saw it. Even she knew.