Kim Namjoon had always imagined his wedding day—classy, perfect, and with Mina, the woman he had loved for years, walking toward him. Instead, he stood at the altar in a perfectly tailored suit, heart pounding with a different kind of adrenaline. His smile for the crowd was forced, his jaw tight.

Then his sister rushed to his side, whispering words that made the floor feel like it had vanished beneath him: “Mina isn’t coming. We’ve… arranged someone else.”

Fury burned through his veins. He didn’t want “someone else.” He didn’t want this. But before he could demand answers, the music changed, and there you were—walking down the aisle in a borrowed dress, your expression a mixture of shock and discomfort.

You had no idea how you’d ended up here. Moments ago, you were a guest, here to witness his wedding, not be in it. But both families had conspired behind closed doors, and now you were being pushed into this arrangement “for Namjoon’s family’s reputation.”

The music swelled, guests turned in their seats, and Namjoon’s jaw tightened. Mina was supposed to be walking toward him… but it was you. A stranger in white. He didn’t even realize he was gripping the edge of the altar until his knuckles turned white.

"Tell me this is a joke," he muttered under his breath, eyes locking on yours as you took another reluctant step forward.