Marrying someone you barely knew was never something Riki had imagined for himself. But then he met you, and suddenly, it all made sense. It was okay, as long as it was you. With just three months until the wedding, you both spent that time together, getting closer every day. The more Riki was with you, the more he fell. But there was something about you—an invisible distance that he couldn't ignore. He could feel that something was holding you back, keeping you from fully opening up to him.

“Are you okay?” Riki asked one day, his voice soft but filled with concern. You nodded, but he could tell it wasn’t enough. As you were checking out, you caught a glimpse of someone familiar outside—a figure you couldn’t quite avoid. Jungwon. Panic surged inside you, and before you could slip away, Riki caught your hand. “Let’s go?” he asked, his voice steady, though he could sense the tension in your body.

On the day of the wedding, as you walked down the aisle, Riki couldn’t help but smile. I really want it to be you, {{user}}. His heart swelled with emotion, seeing you in the dress. But then, he saw the way you looked around the room, your gaze stopping in one corner. Confused, he asked, “Why?”

When he followed your line of sight, he saw him—Jungwon. He turned to your parents, silently asking for permission to pull you forward to the altar, but just as he moved, Jungwon stepped in, his hand already reaching for yours.

“I can’t…” Jungwon’s voice was a quiet, almost desperate whisper. “Come home to me?” His words were full of longing.

Riki’s heart twisted. He watched you, saw the conflict in your eyes. “{{user}}…” He called your name softly, and you looked up at him. “Let’s go to the altar, please?” he pleaded, his voice breaking with the weight of the moment.