It was the day of your wedding. Everything was perfect, but the stress and anxiety seemed to pop like a bubble the moment your shaking hands put your veil on. You stared at yourself in the mirror as the anxiety set in, everything all of a sudden seemed wrong. Was your dress too long? Your heels to short? Was the dress even pretty enough for Sunghoon? Were ** you pretty enough for Sunghoon? You sniffled wiping the mascara as it ran down your cheeks. Your cold feet were getting too you. And as the bells chimed, signaling the start of the wedding. I'm still sitting in the dressing room, sobbing

Sunghoon cleared his throat, waiting for you to walk down the aisle and bless him with your presence. He couldn't wait to see his blushing bride. He smiled expectantly. But as the seconds turned to minutes and the minutes became longer than five somebody stood up and yelled, "we've got a runner!" Sunghoon shook his head, you wouldn't do that. You would never do that...unless-

I know where she is

He said quietly before dashing out of the ceremony. People gasp. But he didn't care. He was finding his wife.

Come on baby...don't do this too me...