falling into you || woosan

epilogue

SAN'S POV

Three years. I can hardly believe it. Standing here in the groom's suite with Hongjoong and Yunho by my side, it feels like time has flown by, yet every moment has led to this day. Our wedding day.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, adjusting my tie for what feels like the hundredth time. Hongjoong notices and lets out a small laugh.

"You look perfect, stop messing with it," he says, coming over to smack my hand away.

Yunho is already laughing from the couch, his long legs sprawled out casually. "Dude, you're acting like you're nervous or something. You and Wooyoung have basically been married for years."

He's not wrong. In all the ways that matter, Wooyoung and I have been partners for so long that this day feels like a formality. Still, there's something about knowing we'll be standing in front of our friends and family, making promises to each other that will last a lifetime.

"It's not nerves," I say, shaking my head and letting out a breath. "It's just...this is the start of forever, you know?"

Hongjoong grins and claps me on the back. "That's the right mindset. And don't worry, everything's going to be perfect. Wooyoung's probably out there giving the coordinator a headache with some last-minute detail."

I laugh at that, knowing he's probably right. Wooyoung always wants things to be just right, but I know that no matter what happens today, just seeing him walk down that aisle will make everything else fade away.

A knock at the door startles me out of my thoughts, and Yunho springs up to open it. It's the photographer, signaling that we need to head out soon. I glance at Hongjoong and Yunho, my two best men, and give them a grateful nod.

"Let's do this," I say, the calm settling over me. They're right—I've had Wooyoung by my side for years. This is just the next step in our journey.

We head out of the suite, the sounds of wedding preparations filtering in from the hall. As we approach the main area, I spot the flowers Wooyoung picked, the ones he agonized over for weeks. The soft hum of music fills the air, and suddenly, I feel an overwhelming sense of peace.

Everything is as it should be.

In just a few moments, I'll be standing at the altar, waiting for Wooyoung. My Wooyoung. And when he walks down that aisle, when we finally exchange vows in front of everyone we love...I'll know that everything we've been through—all the ups and downs, the arguments and reconciliations—has led to this perfect moment.

With Hongjoong and Yunho beside me, I take a deep breath and step forward into forever.

The music begins to swell, and I stand at the altar, my heart pounding in my chest. Hongjoong and Yunho are by my side, both looking proud and excited, but I can barely focus on anything other than the thought of Wooyoung walking down the aisle.

One by one, our closest friends—Mingi, Seonghwa, Yeosang—make their way down, each smiling, looking sharp, but it's all a blur to me. My heart skips a beat when I see Wooyoung's dad appear at the entrance, and then I see him.

Wooyoung.

He's in a white suit, glowing. The way the light hits him, he looks... breathtaking. The most beautiful person I've ever seen, and I've seen him at his best and his worst. But this—this is something different. His eyes meet mine, and that's it. I can feel the tears forming before I can stop them, and all I can think about is how much I love him.

Wooyoung's dad gives him a gentle smile, guiding him toward me, and when they reach the altar, I swear my heart might burst. Wooyoung is staring at me, his eyes just as wet as mine, and I can't help it—one tear slips down my cheek. This moment is everything I've ever wanted, everything I've ever dreamed of.