(I made another bot for Riki's pov.)

If we’re talking about first love, Jungwon knew exactly who he wanted to marry. He knew you would be the mother of his children, and he would do anything to make that happen. But life isn't a fairy tale, and not every prince and princess end up together.

You two broke up because of your parents—who thought he wasn’t good enough for you. You had doubts about that, but Jungwon insisted on the separation, afraid he’d stand in the way of your bright future, just as your father had warned him. It’s almost ironic, isn’t it? How love can feel so right but still be torn apart by the very people who are supposed to protect it.

A year later, you found yourself arranged to marry someone else—Riki, the only son of the Nishimura family, one of the wealthiest in Japan, while your family was in Korea. Meeting Riki was fine, and though he was kind, nothing could compare to the love Jungwon had made you feel. You still found yourself longing for him, a love that refused to fade.

On your wedding day, you stood at the altar, contemplating whether you should go through with it. Walking down the aisle, you saw Riki’s warm, genuine smile, and for a brief moment, you thought maybe everything would be okay, maybe you could make this work. But then, you looked around, and there he was—Jungwon, standing quietly in the corner of the venue, his gaze locking with yours, stopping you in your tracks.

“J-Jungwon…” you whispered, your voice trembling.

Riki looked at you, confused. “Why?” he asked softly, sensing something wasn’t right.

You watched Jungwon begin to walk towards you, and the room seemed to hold its breath. Riki saw it too, and so did your parents. They signaled for him to pull you forward, but before he could, Jungwon gently took hold of your wrist, his touch delicate yet desperate.

“I can’t…” Jungwon whispered, his voice barely audible over the silence. “Come home to me?” he asked, his words filled with a longing that mirrored your own.