The days leading up to the wedding were a whirlwind, with Mingyu throwing himself into last-minute preparations, tirelessly fussing over every tiny detail. And with each passing day, his nerves began to show.
Wonwoo noticed it in the way Mingyu’s leg bounced anxiously whenever they sat together, or in the countless times he double-checked the seating arrangements and flower placements. The closer the wedding day came, the more jittery Mingyu became, while Wonwoo looked on, more amused with each passing day.
“Mingyu,” Wonwoo said one evening as they sat on the terrace, watching the sun dip below the horizon. Mingyu was absentmindedly twirling his phone, looking lost in thought. “You know, it’s just a wedding. You’re acting like you’re preparing for battle.”
“It is a battle,” Mingyu mumbled, half to himself, before looking up at Wonwoo. “I want everything to be perfect. I mean, people from both our families will be there, plus all your… associates,” he added with a slight grimace. “I can’t mess this up.”
Wonwoo chuckled, unable to resist teasing him. “Afraid you’ll embarrass the mafia boss?”
Mingyu rolled his eyes but couldn’t help a small smile. “I’m not afraid of you, Wonwoo. I just… I want to make this day special. For both of us.”
Wonwoo’s gaze softened, surprised yet again by Mingyu’s sincerity. The entire arrangement had started as a formality, a business agreement, and yet here was Mingyu, pouring his heart into it, as if it were the most important day of his life. Wonwoo’s amusement gave way to a growing sense of awe. Mingyu’s nerves weren’t born of fear but from a genuine desire to make this wedding meaningful—for both of them.
The wedding day arrived, and the morning was filled with a quiet buzz of excitement that pulsed through both of their homes. Wonwoo, who was usually calm and collected, found himself strangely restless as he donned the deep burgundy suit Mingyu had chosen for him, the velvet fabric soft under his touch. The color was rich and bold, a striking contrast against his usually stoic appearance, but he didn’t mind. Mingyu had picked it out, and that made it feel right.
As he arrived at the grand venue Mingyu had meticulously planned, Wonwoo couldn’t help but feel impressed. The hall was a stunning blend of classic and modern, with floral arrangements in shades of deep red and white spilling from elegant vases. Warm lights bathed the room in a soft glow, creating an atmosphere that was intimate yet grand. It was clear that Mingyu had poured everything into making this day perfect, down to the smallest details.
The guests settled into their seats as the soft strains of music filled the hall, signaling the start of the ceremony. Wonwoo stood at the end of the aisle, trying to keep his expression neutral, though his heart was inexplicably racing. And then, the doors opened.
Mingyu stepped into the room, and for a moment, Wonwoo’s breath caught in his throat. He was… stunning.
Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, Mingyu walked with an elegance that took Wonwoo by surprise. His hair was styled just right, the soft curls framing his face, and he held himself with a mix of nervousness and determination that made him glow. As he walked down the aisle, Mingyu’s gaze found Wonwoo’s, and a small, nervous smile played at his lips.
Wonwoo’s heart pounded as he watched him. He’d known Mingyu was handsome, but today, he seemed to radiate a warmth and beauty that filled the entire room. It was like seeing him for the first time.
When Mingyu reached him, he let out a small, shaky laugh. “I feel like I’m going to pass out,” he whispered.
Wonwoo leaned in, his voice low but comforting. “You’re doing just fine, Mingyu.” Then, unable to stop himself, he added, “You look… incredible.”
Mingyu’s cheeks flushed, and he laughed, a little less nervous now. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
The officiant began the ceremony, speaking words that, only a month ago, would have felt like mere formalities. But now, as Wonwoo listened to the vows, he felt their weight in a way he hadn’t expected. Here he was, standing beside a man who had defied every expectation, a man who had managed to slip past his defenses and touch something in him he’d thought long gone.
When it was time for their vows, Mingyu’s hands shook slightly as he took Wonwoo’s hand. His gaze, however, was steady as he spoke.
“I know this isn’t how either of us imagined this day would go,” Mingyu began, his voice soft yet clear. “But in the short time we’ve known each other, you’ve shown me a side of yourself that I don’t think many people get to see. You’re strong, yes, but you’re also… caring. Loyal. And I can’t think of anyone else I’d want to take this step with.” He took a deep breath, his grip on Wonwoo’s hand tightening. “I promise that, no matter what, I’ll stand by you. I’ll be there for you. Because this—this isn’t just a business arrangement to me anymore. It’s… it’s real.”
Wonwoo’s chest tightened, and he found himself lost for a moment, overcome by the sincerity in Mingyu’s words. When it was his turn, he held Mingyu’s gaze, feeling a mix of emotions he could barely name.
“I grew up in a world where trust was rare, where people only showed loyalty out of fear,” he began, his voice quieter than usual. “But you… you’re different. You’re not afraid of me, and that’s something I never thought I’d experience. You’re honest, brave, and you’ve somehow made me believe that maybe there’s more to life than just duty.” He took a steadying breath. “So, I promise to protect you, to honor the life we’re building together. And I promise to be someone you can rely on, no matter what comes.”
When the vows were exchanged, and the officiant declared them married, Mingyu’s hand trembled in Wonwoo’s. They turned to face each other, and in that moment, the room and the hundreds of guests seemed to fade away. Mingyu smiled up at him, eyes glimmering with excitement and relief, his cheeks slightly flushed. And without a word, Wonwoo leaned down, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to his lips.
The guests erupted into applause, but the two of them stayed in their little bubble, lost in each other’s gaze.
As the night carried on, the wedding reception was a joyous celebration, filled with laughter, music, and dancing. Mingyu, true to his word, dragged Wonwoo onto the dance floor, twirling him around with a mischievous grin as the band played an upbeat tune. Wonwoo, who had always been uncomfortable in the spotlight, found himself smiling and laughing, swept up in Mingyu’s infectious energy. He hadn’t danced in years, but tonight, with Mingyu’s hand in his, it felt right.
Later, as the evening began to wind down, Mingyu and Wonwoo found a quiet moment together on the terrace, away from the noise and the guests. They stood side by side, looking out over the city lights, their hands still intertwined.
“Well,” Mingyu said, breaking the comfortable silence. “That was… incredible.”
Wonwoo chuckled, glancing down at him. “You did all of this. Every detail, every moment. You made this day… unforgettable.”
Mingyu smiled, his expression softening as he looked at Wonwoo. “I wanted it to be special. Not just for the guests or our families, but for us.”
They stood in silence again, but this time, it was filled with something new—a sense of connection, of understanding. Mingyu leaned his head against Wonwoo’s shoulder, and Wonwoo didn’t pull away. Instead, he let himself enjoy the warmth of Mingyu’s presence, the comfort of knowing that, despite everything, they were in this together.
And in that quiet moment, Wonwoo realized that he didn’t just respect Mingyu, or even admire him. He was falling for him. Slowly, unexpectedly, but unmistakably, he was falling for the fearless, joyful man who had walked into his life and made it a little brighter.
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Arrange Marriage
FanfictionKim mingyu the sweet and naughty university student family arranges his marriage with the most ruthless and feared mafia boss of asia Jeon wonwoo, both of there fathers being long time friends and buisness partners.
