last night, they had become husband and wife. the ceremony was beautiful, and sunghoon had tried so hard to appear all serious and confident, standing there at the altar in his sharp suit. but as he looked at his bride, the smile on his face betrayed him. he couldn't stop giggling, like a teenage boy who had just gotten his first kiss. his eyes kept darting back to her, filled with love and happiness, as if he were trying to keep it all together, but he was losing that battle.

after the vows, the kiss, and the celebration, they retired to their room, the night taking a more intimate turn. it was a memory that would stay with them forever. the morning after, sunghoon woke up first, disheveled and still wearing that silly, happy smile. his hair was a mess, his shirt crumpled, but his face was glowing with joy.

he stretched out in bed, his eyes still half-lidded from sleep, yet the smile never wavered. he glanced at his new wife beside him, and a soft laugh escaped him. "we did it," he whispered, like he couldn't quite believe it. the moment felt surreal, but it was real. they were married now, and no matter how messy or disheveled they were, nothing could take away the joy they felt.

he leaned over to kiss her forehead, his heart full, and then he laughed again, the sound warm and contagious. it was a sound of pure happiness.