Y/N's POV:
The invitation arrived like a punch to the gut.
A crisp white envelope with elegant calligraphy spelling out "You and a guest" on the front.
Inside, a beautifully designed card with a picture of Hana, radiant and smiling, in a flowing white dress.
The caption read "Hana & Jinwoo's Wedding" followed by the date and venue.
My heart clenched. Hana, my ex.
The girl who had broken my heart a year ago, who had walked out on our three-year relationship with a simple "I need space."
Space that she found in Jinwoo's arms. The guy I had always known as a harmless classmate, who had quietly been stealing her affections behind my back.
Now, she was marrying him.
What was I supposed to do? Go? And face the pain of seeing her with someone else, of reliving the memories of our shared dreams now shattered? Or decline? And risk being perceived as petty and bitter?
Days passed in a haze of agonizing indecision. I tried to rationalize it.
It was a wedding, an event meant to celebrate love and happiness. Surely, I could put aside my hurt and attend, if only for the sake of civility.
After all, I had no right to feel this way anymore. We were over, and I should be happy for her.
But my heart refused to cooperate. The mere thought of seeing her, of hearing her laughter, of witnessing her exchanging vows with him, filled me with a deep, abiding sadness that I couldn't shake off.
Finally, I decided to go. I had to be there, not for Hana, but for myself.
I needed to face my fears, to show myself I wasn't defined by our break-up. And maybe, just maybe, I could learn to move on.
***
Hanni's POV:
The wedding was a whirlwind of white tulle, overflowing champagne flutes, and forced smiles that felt heavy on my lips.
I was here because my best friend, Haerin, insisted. Her cousin, Jinwoo, was getting married, and she'd been buzzing about it for weeks.
Honestly, I couldn't understand the fuss. I'd never met Jinwoo, and the bride, Hana, was a complete stranger to me.
The venue was beautiful, a sprawling vineyard overlooking the rolling hills.
As I wandered through the crowd, trying to avoid any awkward conversations
with strangers, I felt a pang of loneliness.
I was used to being the center of attention, the confident and outgoing friend, but tonight, I felt painfully out of place.
Then I saw him.
He was standing in a corner, a glass of wine in his hand, a look of quiet melancholy on his face.
His eyes were the most striking thing about him – dark and intense, a deep, brooding blue that seemed to hold a story within them.
He was tall, with a lean frame and a smoldering good looks that made my breath catch.
He was the epitome of the " brooding and beautiful" trope, and I was suddenly captivated, drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
***
Y/N's POV:
I watched as Hana walked down the aisle, her face glowing with happiness as she met Jinwoo's eyes.
