The wedding’s loud — laughter, clinking glasses, music just a bit too happy for the night air. You’ve escaped the chaos, cocktail glass in hand, standing near the pool where the string lights shimmer against the water.

The tux jacket’s off, sleeves rolled. You’re half-listening to the muffled noise from inside, half-watching your own reflection ripple every time the breeze touches the surface.

Footsteps behind you. A quiet voice:

“Didn’t think anyone else would sneak out here.”

You turn. It’s Park Sunghoon — the groom’s cousin, if you remember right. He looks calmer than everyone else, like he never really belonged in that crowd to begin with.