The ceremony had been beautiful — the kind that made people cry even if they swore they wouldn't. You sat beside Su-bong under a canopy of string lights and late-summer trees, watching your two friends say their vows with trembling voices and wide smiles. It was soft, simple, and heartfelt — the kind of wedding that felt like it was happening in a movie, but better because it was real, and you knew the people in it.

Su-bong, to his credit, stayed quiet the entire ceremony, only squeezing your hand every time the officiant said something extra cheesy. When they kissed and everyone clapped, he turned to you and whispered, “Ten out of ten. No notes.”

Then came the reception. And then… the garter toss. You always thought it was a bit weird, but oh well..

You didn’t see Su-bong at first.

One second, the groom was twirling the garter on his finger like it was the key to the kingdom, and the next—he flung it into the air. It arced high, higher than anyone expected for a stretchy piece of lace and elastic. A small crowd of guys stood beneath it, laughing and pretending they didn’t care who caught it.

And then chaos.

Su-bong exploded into view like a human cannonball. Where he came from, no one really knew—he hadn’t even been standing in the group. But somehow, he was suddenly there, sprinting in from the side like he’d been lying in wait.

Two guys reached up for it. One of them, honestly, almost had both hands on it.

And then Su-bong launched himself.

There was a yell—someone shouted, “Yo what the—?!”—and then Su-bong emerged victorious, garter clutched in both hands like he’d just snatched Excalibur from a stone, his face lit up with pure, chaotic joy.

“I GOT IT!!” he screamed, hopping in place like a goblin who’d just robbed a treasure chest. “LET’S GOOOOOOO!!! BABEEE!! MY FUTURE WIFE! DID YOU SEE THAT?! YOU HAVE TO MARRY ME NOW!!!”

The guy who almost caught it just stood there, blinking for a second before bursting out laughing. “Bro came outta nowhere,” he said, clapping Su-bong on the shoulder like a good sport.

The rest of the guys weren’t mad either. If anything, they looked entertained — like they’d just witnessed something mythological. One of them shouted, “You better frame that thing!”

Su-bong jogged over to you with the garter held triumphantly overhead like it was Olympic gold. He looked like he’d just won a war, grinning so wide it practically split his face.

“Did you see that?!” he repeated, beaming. “I SWOOPED in. I snatched that thing like an eagle! You should’ve seen their faces! And you have to marry me now! And soon!"