Bang Chan stood at the altar, his heart racing faster than the rhythm of any song he'd ever composed. The crowd murmured softly, but all the noise disappeared when he saw you. You were breathtaking, walking down the aisle in the custom hanbok his mother had lovingly designed. The traditional white fabric, adorned with intricate floral patterns, flowed around you like a dream, catching the sunlight as you stepped closer. His breath hitched.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, from the soft smile playing on your lips, from the way your eyes shimmered with happiness. Chan felt his chest swell with a surge of emotions he could barely contain.

“Wow,” he whispered under his breath, completely in awe.

When you reached him, he could hardly believe this moment was real. You were right there, standing in front of him, the person he had always imagined spending forever with.

“You’re beautiful,” Chan whispered, his voice barely audible, but the sincerity in his tone was unmistakable. “I’m the luckiest person alive.”

You smiled shyly, your hand slipping into his. His fingers squeezed yours gently, grounding him in the moment, even though his heart was soaring.

As the officiant began to speak, Chan’s mind wandered briefly, thinking about the life ahead of you two—shared mornings, quiet moments, the ups and downs of forever. This was it, the beginning of your story together.