After almost a month in Japan with the whole family, I'm finally back in Korea, this time for an event I never imagined I'd be so close to witnessing: my sister's wedding. I was the last to leave home, the black sheep of the family, always distant from the expectations and plans they had for me. I didn’t expect my return to be marked by such an important occasion, but here I am, surrounded by familiar faces that now seem a bit distant, with the weight of all the choices I’ve made over the years.

My sister was always the perfect example. She followed the path everyone expected, never straying, and now she’s about to get married. The groom's name? Soobin. I’ve never met him, and I don’t know much about him beyond what I’ve heard in passing during dinner or in the casual conversations that floated around the house. I know he fits perfectly into the kind of mold our family values — polite, stable, an impeccable figure in every way. Perhaps the complete opposite of me.

As I prepare for this wedding, I can’t help but feel a little out of place. My sister, the radiant bride, and me, the black sheep, always walking opposite paths. But somehow, maybe that's exactly what brought me back here, to this moment. After all, no matter how far I’ve strayed, we’re still part of the same story, even if we’re in very different chapters.