Your sister's wedding week was a whirlwind. Maid of honor duties had you running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Flowers, dresses, bridesmaids – it was all on you. And then there was Heeseung, the groom’s best man. A walking, talking, irritating distraction. He was like a mosquito, buzzing around, flirting, teasing. You’d roll your eyes but secretly, there was something about his charm that made it hard to stay annoyed.

The wedding day was a blur of activity. Heeseung, of course, was glued to your hip, his commentary a constant soundtrack to your day. Even at the after-party, he was there, his annoyingly charming self. You were starting to think he’d sprouted wings and attached himself to your back.

It was during the bouquet toss that everything shifted. A crowd of eager women gathered around your sister, their eyes sparkling with hope. The bouquet flew, a flurry of white and green in the air. Then, it happened. A collective gasp swept through the room as the posy bounced off someone's head and landed...in your arms.

This classic wedding tradition, held a special significance in Christian culture. It was believed that whoever caught the bouquet would be the next to walk down the aisle, which obviously ended up fuelling Heeseung's little charade even further. He was already acting like a lovesick puppy, but now his eyes seemed to gleam with a newfound intensity.