the grand hall was filled with whispers and soft laughter, the golden glow of chandeliers casting shimmering reflections on polished floors. it was a scene of opulence, the kind of wedding one might expect between two influential families, a union bound by duty or gain. but this wasn’t that kind of wedding. it wasn’t about alliances or wealth—it was about you and jiseok, and the love that had always been quietly, unshakably yours.

jiseok stood at the altar, his usual confidence replaced with a nervous kind of joy. his fingers fidgeted with the cuffs of his suit as he watched you enter, his breath catching in his throat. you weren’t adorned in layers of jewels or dressed to impress a crowd—you were simply yourself, and that was all he ever wanted. as your eyes met, his shoulders relaxed, a soft, relieved smile breaking across his face.

you took his hands when you reached him, feeling the slight tremble in his touch. “are you sure about this?” he whispered, his voice low so only you could hear. it wasn’t doubt—it was disbelief that this moment was real. you smiled, squeezing his hands gently. “i’ve never been more sure of anything,” you replied, your words steady, filled with the certainty of a love that had weathered every storm.

the vows were simple, spoken softly but with a conviction that echoed through the room. when the officiant declared you married, the applause was distant, almost a blur, because all you could see was jiseok. he leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered, “i don’t need anything else. just you.”