The first time Jisung saw his own wedding was at six.

He hadn't known what it was then, only seen the faintest blurry image of pink flowers. They'd appeared frequently in his visions after that, just one sight in a see of other unrelated one, but- then it had grown. There was an arch, an altar, a carefully tailored suit, his father's smiling face. There was nothing to prove that it was his wedding, or a wedding at all, but- Jisung knew. He just knew.

And then the man.

He first appeared faceless, just an inch taller than Jisung, with carefully styled dark hair.

The man Jisung was going to marry. The man he only saw in his dreams.