ᴛʜɪs ʙᴏɴᴅ ᴏғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ || ʟᴇᴇ ʜᴇᴇsᴇᴜɴɢ [✔️]

"THIS BOND OF LOVE"

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"Family isn't just about where you come from; it's about who stands by you, loves you, and chooses you every single day. Dada and Mama, you didn’t give me life, but you gave me a home, and for me, that’s all that matters. You’re my real parents, and I love you more than anything."

~ Lee Rowoon

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Third Person's POV

The journey to their wedding day was nothing short of extraordinary—a tapestry woven with trials, love, and perseverance. From the tumultuous highs of rekindling a love that had never truly faded, to the quiet moments of vulnerability and honesty that solidified their bond, Heeseung and Nina had faced it all. Their relationship was not perfect, but it was real, built on mutual respect, understanding, and a love so deep it weathered every storm life threw at them.

Now, standing on the cusp of forever, they were ready to seal their love in a ceremony that celebrated not only their union but also the unwavering support of their friends and family.

The wedding was set in an elegant outdoor venue nestled in the rolling hills just outside the city. Under a canopy of twinkling fairy lights and a blanket of stars, rows of white chairs adorned with pastel flowers faced an altar framed by an arch of roses. The air carried a subtle floral fragrance, mingling with the soft notes of a string quartet playing in the background. Golden lanterns lined the path to the altar, casting a warm glow over the venue as the sun began to set.

The atmosphere was magical yet grounded in reality. This wasn’t just a celebration of love—it was a testament to the strength of a bond forged in fire and tempered by time.

In the groom’s suite, Heeseung paced back and forth, his hands clammy despite the cool breeze from the open window. Dressed in a tailored black tuxedo, his usual confident demeanor was replaced by a rare bout of nerves.

“Dude, you need to chill,” Jay said, lounging casually in a chair, his own tuxedo slightly unbuttoned. His smirk was teasing but his tone held genuine warmth. “You’re marrying the love of your life. What’s there to worry about?”

Heeseung stopped mid-step, running a hand through his hair. “What if I mess up? What if I trip walking down the aisle, or forget my vows?”

Jay stood up, placing a reassuring hand on Heeseung’s shoulder. “You won’t mess up. You’ve been waiting for this moment your whole life. Besides, Nina loves you for you—not for some picture-perfect ceremony. She’d marry you in a paper bag if she had to.”

Heeseung laughed, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “Thanks, Jay.”

“Anytime. Just remember, Sophie and I have been married for months now, so if you need any husband tips, I’m your guy,” Jay quipped, earning a laugh from Heeseung.

In the bridal suite, Nina stood before a full-length mirror, dressed in an exquisite white gown. The lace details and flowing train made her look like a vision straight out of a dream. Sophie stood behind her, adjusting the delicate veil resting on Nina’s shoulders.