your wedding day was supposed to be perfect. the lace on your dress felt suffocating, but the suffocation wasn't just the corset. it was the thought of marrying someone your parents approved of, not someone you loved. and heeseung — well, he had a different definition of perfect day. he showed up in the church like a storm, disheveled, tie undone and eyes wide with the kind of determination that only comes from being absolutely unhinged.

"what are you doing here?" you whispered, frozen at the altar as the priest cleared his throat and your fiancé looked confused.

heeseung grinned, the kind of grin that said, i've lost my mind, but i'm fine with it. “i’m here to save you.”

“heeseung-”

“no, no, no,” he cut you off, shaking his head, pointing at your groom. “you really wanna marry him? look at him. he looks like he’d call you ‘woman’ unironically.”

the groom frowned. “excuse me-”

“see?” heeseung threw his hands up. “that’s the tone of a man who wouldn’t open the door for you. pathetic.”

“heeseung!” you hissed, but a laugh threatened to break through your panic.

he held up a hand. “nope. i’m not done.” he turned to the crowd. “ladies and gentlemen, i love this woman. more than anyone in this room. more than him.” he jabbed a thumb toward the groom. “and you know what? she loves me too. or at least she laughs at my jokes. sometimes.” you covered your face, hiding the giggle that slipped out. “so,” heeseung continued, walking toward you, “if you wanna marry mr. boring over here, fine. but just know that i will absolutely show up at your house every day with flowers and a boombox until you divorce him.”

before you could respond, he scooped you up bridal-style and bolted down the aisle. chaos erupted — your parents screamed, the groom sputtered, and the priest muttered something about “the youth these days.”

“heeseung” you shouted, clinging to him as he ran outside, a beaten-up convertible parked at the curb.

he grinned at you, breathless. “so… wanna elope?” you looked back at the church, then at him. "drive."