・❥・ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴜꜱʜ ʙᴏʏ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ. Jung Wooyoung, known for his hot pink cosplay outfits, has blossomed with confidence thanks to his boyfriend, San. Enduring a time apart due to San's work, Wooyoung has held his own. But upon San's return, the dynami...
The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the tranquil sea, and the venue seemed to float on the cusp of an ethereal dream. As I stood by the window, my heart raced with a cocktail of joy and nerves. Today was the day I would marry San, the linchpin of my existence, in a setting so sublime it nearly defied reality. The landscape around us was awash in the amber hues of the fading sun, merging seamlessly with the sea, creating a backdrop that was nothing short of breathtaking.
The venue was dressed in an enchantment of soft lights and white ribbons that fluttered gently in the light sea breeze, the chairs aligned in perfect symmetry on the lush grass, facing the white stage and altar. The altar itself was a masterpiece, adorned with an abundance of white flowers and roses, arranged so meticulously they seemed to be sculpted from the air itself. It was like stepping into a scene from a film crafted for the cinema of dreams.
Inside, the atmosphere was thick with a tender, anticipatory energy. My mother's hands were steady and sure as she adjusted my suit and tie, her movements weaving the threads of family and tradition into the fabric of my attire. My sister, with a gentle touch, styled my hair, allowing strands to fall just so, softening the contours of my face. The black suits we had chosen, each detail painstakingly selected down to the engravings of our names and significant dates inside, were not just garments but symbols of our journey and dreams intertwined.
Our hearts had been set on a traditional Korean wedding, a plan that still lay in our future following San's return from military service. But today, our desire was for simplicity draped in elegance—a pristine celebration of white, symbolizing the purity and depth of our love.
As the final touches were put in place, my sister caught my eye in the mirror, her own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You look amazing," she whispered, the emotion in her voice a clear mirror of my own inner tumult. "San is going to be breathless."
I smiled, a surge of love washing over me, steadying my nerves. "I hope so," I replied, feeling the weight and wonder of the moment fully settle around me. Their support, the palpable love and excitement from my family, fortified me, turning my nerves into a quiet confidence.
With every minute drawing closer to the ceremony, the room filled with last hugs, laughter echoing off the walls, mingling with the soft rustle of fabric and final adjustments. Stepping out into the cool evening, I took a deep breath, my reflection in the mirror now showing a man poised at the threshold of forever.
