My Melody || SUNGJOY

|| My Melody • Epilogue ||

"Everything felt like a dream."

Joy whispered to herself, staring over herself at the mirror while the dim lights into her ravishing white gown.

She's not a single fan anymore.

She's finally turning into Yook Sooyoung.

She shook her head, smiling to herself as she enjoyed her beautiful curls leaning at her shoulders. She sighs at the thought, remembering how they became one earlier. Everything felt so damn special, she was still living on the cloud nine.

She shyly grasped over her chest, blinking a couple of times only for her eyes to land at the culprit opening the door; it was him.

"Oh, sorry it took so long." Sungjae smiled gently, "My manager took the time to take the fans away first." He kept on talking, not until his eyes went up to see her.

His jaw almost dropped in disbelief at how beautiful she looks. "Sooyoung-ah." She was glowing at the moment, she was too elegant. He almost spat out his own saliva, seeing how ravishing her whole existence is.

"Sungjae." She dropped her fingers that was resting on her lips, making it rest into her belly before she carefully turns her head to look at him.

He's breathtakingly beautiful.

Her eyes almost twinkled upon the sight of his face.

Both of their expressions faded into obliviousness as if they were falling for each other's spell. "You're..." He trailed off, only to be interrupted by his father. "You're not supposed to barge inside without any words being said! That's too rude for your bride!" His father yelled, pushing him outside. Yet, his eyes were still glued on hers.

She couldn't help but smile at the sight of him.

At this day, everything would be changed- not just her surname, but her whole life would.

With a small smile playing on her lips, she stares at herself once again in the mirror. She somewhat thought that her beauty would never reach the level of her wedding's aesthetic. She breathed air heavily, puffing it out into the thin air as she fixed her small tiara.

She felt like a princess in the modern tale. Maybe not? Her legs still felt weak at everything. She couldn't believe everything was happening so fast in a blink of an eye.

She lightly pursed her lips together, pressing the red lipstick scattered into her lips. She was busy being nervous at how she will look later knowing that there would be tons of eyes focused on her whole being.

She gulped, closing her eyes for a while to rest her soul.

"This is it."

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"This is like your hundredth time changing your makeup."

Sungjae snickered, standing into the aisle. His agency had restricted every reporters to barge inside the wedding hall, not giving any pieces of information to give the respectful privacy this idol and lover deserves.

Of course, some people would keep on trying to clash.

The hour of the wedding event keeps on moving. Up until the hype goes downward, he still worries about not seeing his wife. He was supposedly seeing her for the past hour yet everything is crashing down because of some crazy people who want to walk into their marriage.

He hissed under his breathe, before he was about to step out of the platform.

Not until his manager yelled, "No, stay there. We're finally starting." He pointed out, only for Sungjae to mumble. "Make sure she's fine!" He kept on rambling, hissing. He turns his head around as if he was going paranoid, not until the doors open- leaving a searing path for him to see her.