'I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you.'
Coming from a wealthy family was never the major flex in her life. To others, she might come off as a rich spoilt brat but the reality was far from what they perceived her to be.
In a world...
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The university courtyard shimmered beneath the golden haze of early summer, its brick paths flooded with laughter, camera flashes, and the occasional stray confetti drifting through the air like petals caught on the wind.
It was a day of endings and beginnings. Of warmth and chaos, of colors clashing beautifully, robes, caps, banners and emotions worn proudly on sleeves.
And in the center of it all stood Miyeon.
Her cap tilted slightly from Mirae’s constant fussing, a bouquet in one hand, and her degree scroll in the other while she adjusted her crutches, she stood surrounded by people she loved. People who had stayed when it got dark, who didn’t flinch when the ground fell from beneath her feet.
Dino had nearly crashed into a flower cart to get her the bouquet, and he stood proudly now with a smug grin as if he’d handpicked every petal himself. Mirae, of course, was still adjusting her tassel like the perfectionist she was, while their mother dabbed her eyes with a delicate handkerchief, failing miserably at hiding her tears.
Her father stood quietly nearby, a proud smile softening his usually stern face, and next to him was Jeonghan, effortlessly composed in a black tailored suit, his hand gently resting on her waist, their fingers laced together like they belonged that way.
Her parents had come to accept Jeonghan as their own and hadn’t needed much convincing. They had seen Jeonghan’s love.
Wonwoo stood a few steps away in his usual white polo and black trousers, clearly uncomfortable with the fuss but enduring it all, because it was her day. When she’d shoved her bouquet at him to fix her dress, he hadn’t even blinked. Just sighed and held it with a roll of eyes but with a smile.
"Smile, idiot," Miyeon teased, adjusting her balance, a smirk pulling at her lips, "I screamed for you at your graduation like a banshee. Return the favor."
"Only if you pay me in emotional reparations, sweetheart," he muttered back, but the fondness in his eyes betrayed him before his smile did.
Their teasing was interrupted only by the sound of Seungcheol’s voice carrying through the air, he was animatedly narrating a story to Hoshi, arms flying everywhere. Joshua stood beside him with a soft chuckle, and Mingyu leaned casually against a pillar, flashing his signature grin.
Taehyung was showing Dokyeom a ridiculous video while Yewon and Seungkwan looked on, visibly unimpressed. The atmosphere was golden, a moment in time no one wanted to end. All of them had their caps in hand, all dressed beautifully.
