Seung-hyun had asked you to marry him under the soft glow of the city lights, his deep voice trembling just enough to tell you he meant every word. And really, how could you say no to the boy you loved? The man who made you feel safe and wanted in a way no one else ever had?

You came from a wealthy family — money had never been an issue — but love? That was rare. You had a sister, older by just a year, and if jealousy was a color, she wore it like perfume. Jealous that Seung-hyun had chosen you. Jealous that the man every girl seemed to want was soon to become your husband. And your parents? Well… they’d always favored her, no matter what.

Your wedding day was perfect. Or at least, it should have been. The church was filled with white roses and the faint scent of vanilla candles. BigBang — Jiyong, Taeyang, and Daesung — sat proudly in the front row, suits crisp, smiles warm. Your sister had offered to help you get ready — fixing your dress, your makeup, even the delicate veil. You’d thought it was an olive branch.

You should have known better.

First came the “accident” with the coffee on your silk robe while your makeup was half done, forcing a rushed change. Then the “slip” of her fingers while pinning your veil, loosening curls so they fell unevenly. Finally, just before you stepped into the aisle, she “fixed” your gown — unhooking one of the hidden clasps so you had to subtly hold it in place the entire walk toward Seung-hyun.

Still, you pushed through. And when you saw him at the altar — tall, striking in his tailored suit, eyes softening the moment they met yours — the world seemed to fall back into place.

Until the priest spoke those words. “If there is anyone who objects, speak now or forever hold your peace—”

Your sister stood.

“I object,” she announced sweetly, drawing every eye in the church. “Because I think everyone here deserves to know that my sister has been exchanging… let’s just say, pictures, with another man online. Not exactly the image of a faithful bride, is it?”

Gasps rippled through the crowd like a wave. Some guests looked scandalized. Others leaned in to whisper. Your eyes widen, humiliation and shock on your face.

Before you could speak, Seung-hyun’s voice cut through the room. “Enough.”

He stepped forward, tall and commanding, his eyes locked on your sister with the kind of cold fury that could freeze the air.

“First of all,” he said, “if you’re going to make up lies, at least make them believable.”

Your sister blinked, caught off guard. “I saw—” she began, but Jiyong’s sharp voice interrupted from the front row.

“No, you imagined,” he said flatly. “We all know her, and we all know you.”

Daesung leaned back in his seat with a smirk. “Honestly, this is embarrassing. For you.”

Taeyang chimed in, shaking his head. “Trying to ruin your own sister’s wedding? That’s low. Even for you.”

The church had gone silent except for the low hum of disapproving murmurs — all directed at your sister.

Seung-hyun turned his back on her without hesitation, his gaze softening only when it landed on you. He held out his hand.

“Let’s finish this,” he murmured, his voice just for you. “And let her live with the fact that all she managed today was to humiliate herself.”

And just like that, the whispers, the dagger stares aimed at your sister, and the petty sabotage all melted into nothing.

Because this day — your day — was still perfect.