𝟔 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

EPISODE 2

HAYOON P.O.V

The weight of the satin gown pressed against my skin as I prepared for the wedding. Each intricate detail of the dress felt like a whisper of something delicate and precious, but beneath it all, there was a bittersweet heaviness. As I adjusted the delicate lace around my neck, a mixture of emotions swirled within me—anticipation, resignation, and a pang of sadness.

When my mother entered the room, her eyes twinkled with a warmth that could melt the coldest of hearts. She took in the sight of me with a soft, approving smile that seemed to brighten the room.

"You look beautiful," she said, her voice laced with genuine happiness. "I am so happy."

Her words, though meant to comfort, only deepened the ache in my chest. I forced a small smile, my lips barely curving. After all, this day was not truly about me; it was about fulfilling the expectations and dreams of my parents.

With a steadying breath, I made my way to the grand hall. The path seemed to stretch endlessly before me, each step echoing the silent weight of my heart. Linking my arm with my father's, I felt his supportive squeeze—a small comfort amid the grand, imposing ceremony. As we walked down the aisle, the soft murmur of the crowd surrounded us like a cocoon, blending into a backdrop of muted colors and distant whispers.

Finally, I reached the altar and stood before Sunghoon. As our gazes met, a flutter of surprise tickled my insides. Despite everything, he looked extraordinarily handsome today—his presence commanding and his expression earnest. The intense blue of his eyes held a mixture of emotions that mirrored my own.

The ceremony began, each word from the priest echoing with a gravity that seemed to linger in the air.

"I now propose you two as a married couple. The groom may kiss the bride."

Our eyes locked again, and in that brief, shared moment, a world of unspoken thoughts passed between us. Sunghoon stepped closer, his movements deliberate and gentle. As he leaned in, my heart raced with an unexpected blend of apprehension and curiosity.

Before our lips touched, I glanced at my mother once more. Her nod was a silent affirmation, a final push to seal the fate we had been walking toward. I exhaled softly, letting the moment sweep over me, and leaned into the kiss.

The warmth of his lips against mine was both strange and familiar, a mingling of sensations that left me breathless. The sound of the crowd's cheer seemed to come from a distance, a gentle hum beneath the intimacy of our shared kiss. As we pulled apart, the world seemed to reassemble around us, the applause and cheers blending into a symphony of celebration.

MRS. PARK (SUNGHOON'S MOTHER) P.O.V

As the sun bathed our little gathering with its warm, golden light, I watched from my place at the head table, my heart a fluttering symphony of emotions. The ceremony had been perfect—a dream realized for my son, Sunghoon, and his bride, Hayoon. And now, as we moved to the lunch table, I found myself engulfed in a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings.

Sunghoon and Hayoon had chosen to sit together, their newlywed status still fresh and sparkling between them. But of course, it didn't take long for their playful banter to erupt. I watched them with a mixture of amusement and concern.

"I can't believe you were my first kiss," Hayoon said, her voice carrying a hint of exasperation.

Sunghoon, ever the confident one, replied, "You're lucky that I am your first kiss."

Hayoon wrinkled her nose in mock disgust. "Ew."

Sunghoon shot back with a grin, "You're ew. Did you know that you are a bad kisser?"