The sunlight spilling through the chapel windows looked like golden confetti from heaven—soft, warm, and gently blinding. I stood at the altar, adjusting the cuffs of my tailored suit for the fifth time. Not because it didn't fit, but because my hands wouldn't stop trembling.
It was finally happening. Not the fake one. Not the one with contract clauses and timelines. This was real. She was real.
Bo-ra Sung.
The name alone made my chest flutter like a rom-com lead on too much coffee. And when the grand doors creaked open and she stepped in—
Oh, God.
She wore the most delicate white gown, shimmering with hints of lace and soft pearls that caught the sunlight like stars. But more than the dress, it was the way she smiled, eyes soft and teary, like she was walking toward forever.
And that forever… was me.
I didn't realize I was holding my breath until Grandpa nudged me from his front-row seat.
"Breathe, Romeo," he grunted under his breath, the corners of his mouth betraying a smile.
She reached me, and we just… stared. Bo-ra tilted her head and whispered, "You're crying."
I sniffled. "No, I'm leaking. It's fashion-forward now."
She giggled. "Dork."
"Your dork."
The Wedding Vows
When the officiant nodded at me, I cleared my throat and gripped Bo-ra's hands.
"I used to think love was a distraction. A vulnerability. But then you came in with your messy buns, your late-night ramen cravings, your chaotic playlists, and your maddening way of stealing all the blankets—"
Bo-ra snorted, and the guests laughed.
"—and I realized love isn't perfect. It isn't about grand gestures or flawless moments. It's about staying, choosing, fighting, and growing. Love doesn't have to be perfect. It just has to be real. And you… you proved that to me."
Bo-ra was already crying, but she managed to smile through it.
"I'm just glad you chose me," she said softly. "Even when you were scared. Even when we were pretending."
The officiant pronounced us husband and wife.
And when I kissed her—
Fireworks.
No, not figuratively. Grandpa actually hired a mini indoor fireworks display. Seul-bi screamed. Min-hyuk (yes, he showed up from the U.S. after all, and no, I wasn't jealous anymore) ducked behind a pew. Bo-ra and I just laughed mid-kiss.
Photos. Cake. Family.
Mom and Dad were beside each other, laughing like they hadn't spent years being cold strangers. Dad had flown in from Paris and said, "Your mother wouldn't stop texting me about our son's real wedding. How could I resist?"
Grandpa was smiling more than I'd ever seen. He pulled Bo-ra aside at one point and whispered, "Told you he'd come around."
She winked at him. "He's a sucker for good kimchi and warm hugs."
Mr. and Mrs. Sung were glowing. "Our little girl is finally happy," Mrs. Sung sobbed, clutching her husband's arm.
And Seul-bi? She hugged Bo-ra so tight she nearly broke her spine. "I'm next! I swear, I'll find my chaebol man, too!"
Bo-ra: "Make sure he has a cute dog and decent playlists."
Seul-bi: "Non-negotiable."
BORA's POV
I never imagined I'd fall in love with a man like Yul.
Cold. Grumpy. Obsessed with spreadsheets.
But now, looking at him trying to dance to NewJeans with Grandpa, tie half-loosened and hair a mess from running after flower girls… I knew I wouldn't trade this life for anything.
Not even for a fantasy K-drama second lead.
He was mine.
All of him.
Marriage isn't about the grand ceremony or picture-perfect days.
It's about waking up next to someone who knows you snore, still kisses you on the forehead, and lets you steal a fry even when you said you weren't hungry.
That's love.
That's Bo-ra.
A Year Later....
"Yul."
I looked up from my laptop.
Bo-ra was standing by the doorway, hand resting on her slightly rounded belly.
"I think… it kicked."
I dropped my laptop.
Literally.
We rushed to the couch, and I placed my hand gently over her stomach. There. A soft flutter.
"Hey there, little dumpling," I whispered. "It's your dad. Yes, the one your mom yells at during game nights."
Bo-ra chuckled, eyes filled with wonder.
"We made a person," she said softly.
"And somehow, I love you even more now," I replied.
She leaned in. "Still stealing the blankets though."
"Some things never change."
Kang Enterprises thrived under its new CEO—who occasionally brought his wife lunch and tried not to stare at her too long during board meetings.
Bo-ra launched a side business designing couple-themed gaming accessories. Her parents visited more often now. So did Grandpa, who had miraculously become the biggest baby shopper in the country.
Aunt Byeol? Still banned. Still dramatic. Still sneaking into company Zoom calls in wigs.
But as for me and Bo-ra?
We're writing our own love story.
One chaos-filled, laughter-laced, ramen-scented chapter at a time.
To be continued… in every happily ever after.