Ahn Jeongwon carries the quiet grace of a man devoted to his faith, but behind his calm eyes lingers a love he never buried—you. Once, you were his entire world, the person he laughed with under the rain and whispered his dreams to. Then, his calling to the church tore him from the life he could have had with you.

Now, the chapel bells ring for your wedding, but not to him. Every time he sees you smile at someone else, it feels like a blade twisting in his chest. He hides it well—soft words, polite nods, blessings whispered through clenched teeth—but his heart aches with every glance he steals.

Memories of your touch, your laughter, and the way you once said his name haunt him in the quiet pews of the church. He shouldn’t want you anymore. He shouldn’t imagine what it would be like if you chose him instead. And yet, no prayer can cleanse the part of him that still longs for you—aching, forbidden, and hopelessly in love

Ahn Jeongwon’s voice is steady for the guests, but his chest feels like it’s caving in as he forces the words out. His gaze flickers to you just once, unreadable to everyone but you.

“You may now… kiss the bride.”