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32 (FINALE)

"You've taught me to fall in love, to rule, to learn, 
and most importantly, to be me." - Park Jimin

"Such a beautiful bride," Hyo-Ri dreamily complimented at Eun-Byul, who chuckled as she spun around in the blue, poofy, light-colored wedding dress. Ga-Young came from her room, holding the white, floral-patterned veil. "Here you go, sister. It's your day." She sniffled, Eun-Byul smiling sadly as she stood foot in her bedroom.

"It was a good idea to start from home because that's what you'll always be to us-"

"Here she goes-"

And Ga-Young's full-out sobbing, putting on the veil for her younger sister. Eun-Byul hugged the mourning sister, the eldest embracing her back. "I'm glad you fell in love; that you've found someone so special!"

"Alright, enough." Eun-Byul chuckled, pulling away. The girl looked proudly and excitedly in the mirror, sparks in her tummy as she felt power rising in those beautiful heels. "It's around the time we should get walking." Hyo-Ri groaned, getting up.

"Time to go see my partner," Hyo-Ri said. "We'll see you at the altar, stunning woman," Hyo-Ri smirked, bringing along Ga-Young.

Eun-Byul looked at the time. "Five minutes, and then it's the beginning of my second journey." She uttered, talking to herself. Soon, she's pointing at the mirror, tears rolling down her face as the waterproof mascara kept her majestic-looking. "Don't forget who you are, okay, Eun-Byul? You are you! You loved yourself the moment mom made you. You had a passion, and you're pursuing it. Keep it that way, you beautiful loser."

***

Eun-Byul met her father downstairs, Mr. Lee observing as his once little princess, is going to be shared with someone else. "Hi, dad." She sniffled, and Mr. Lee started to cry a bit.

"Look at you, princess!" He exclaimed. "You're rocking it." The two laughed at the statement, her father taking out his arms as she strolled down the stairs.

"You're stunning." He complimented his daughter, the girl laughing. "I see I get my joking from you, dad." He chuckled, kissing her on the cheek.

"Eun-Byul..." He started, gazing at her as he held her hands. "If he ever does anything to hurt you, love, tell me, okay?" He whispered, the girl nodding.

"I know he won't, dad. He's a good man." She giggled. "But you have been and always will be the first man I loved. Forever." She put up her pinky finger, the nonexistent promise once again being brought up. Mr. Lee laughed, linking his pinky with her's.

"And ever."

He opened the door for her, pretending to be royal by bowing. Eun-Byul laughed with a whole load of love in her eyes, tears of nostalgia and affection for her father. They soon again linked arms, cameras following as they recorded the two strollings. 

While at the altar, Jimin cried endlessly for her arrival, everyone chuckling at his emotional breakdown. Then, he sees the bridesmen and bridesmaids. Mr. Park is standing proudly at the altar, patting the groom on the back.

"You've done it, son." Mr. Park chuckled. "Treat her right, okay?"

"Always, dad." He sniffled, turning to his father with excited and sad eyes.

The priest is smiling, knowing how in love this King has become. It's a rare occurrence to see a once crude, cold prince to become a human-like marshmallow by a woman. The power that love, that friendship, can do to someone. It's breathtaking.

Mrs. Lee watched in the middle, waiting for her husband and her youngest daughter. She contained her emotions well, just like her daughter would. 

And in a few minutes, came the bride. Jimin's in awe of the beautiful dress as they make eye-contact. A beautiful contract, a beautiful life. That's not what they imagined. They never meant to fall in love. But oh how, did they regret not falling sooner.

It was like your brain was in ecstasy, you were in an obsession. It was something that seemed so wrong, yet so right. Between a prince and a soon-became princess. What a beautiful story to be told.

"Hi, mom." Eun-Byul giggled, Mr. Lee, linking hands with his wife. Her mother kissed the girl on her cheek, smiling gently yet sadly. "You look marvelous. Now, go get him, baby." She winked, Eun-Byul laughing as she nodded, bouquet in her hands. Jimin and Eun-Byul look at each other in the eye, and it's just them. A blurry world, a blurry sight, pools of tears; yet, all they can see is one another.

Jimin reached his hand out to her, Eun-Byul gladly taking it. "You look like the stars today. But, you're my star." He insinuated, the girl chuckling for the nth time this hour. "You're quite the serenading type, aren't you King Jimin?" She mocked, the two gazing at each other as they stood, hand in hand.

Jimin slowly caresses her hand with his thumb, both glancing at each other every minute. Full of tears, the ceremony was passing by much quicker than they thought.

"It's now time for your vows." The priest said, Eun-Byul turning back to Jimin as she was handed a microphone. "Guess I'm going first then, haha..."

She laughed awkwardly, clearing her throat as she thought through the memorized vows.

"I remember the first day we met. You were cruel, mean. It wasn't a surprise. Then, when I realized that I loved you, I promised myself I'd be with you, no matter the costs. That you were the one. So, I am here to say, thank you for being the lover I will spend my life with. I, Lee Eun-Byul, take you, Park Jimin, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part. I love you so much."

Jimin's on the verge of crying, choking on his first word as he's handed the microphone. "At first, I never approved of girls who didn't wear high heels, who didn't have money, haha... I've learned to regret things, and I have. I've regretted those words now. Always. You've taught me to fall in love, to rule, to learn, and most importantly, to be me. So, I, Park Jimin take you, Lee Eun-Byul, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part. I love you so much as well."

Everyone's emotional at their wedding vows, tears cascading like a waterfall.

"So, do you, Park Jimin, take Lee Eun-Byul, to be your queen, your wife, through sickness and health, through rich and poor?"

"...I do." Jimin started. "Not."

Eun-Byul started to laugh, everyone else gasping at his words. "Good try, but you can't pull it on me now."

"Dang it!" Jimin frowned, hugging her as everyone felt relieved of his stupid prank. "Alright, alright."

He's gazing back up at Eun-Byul before giggling out an "I do."

"So, do you, Lee Eun-Byul, take Park Jimin, to be your king, your husband, through sickness and health, through rich and poor?"

"Always and forever." She whispered. "I do."

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

After his statement, Jimin's swooping his new wife off her feet, picking her up by her waist and kissing her delicately as they spun around. She's giggling in between their lips, their lips moving tenderly as their heart went off like a bomb. Everyone's cheering, flowers being thrown up in the air as they swung around like a fragile rollercoaster.

She pulled away, the wedded couple encased by the falling petals. "I love you, even if you're the moon."

He pecked her once more, giggling. "I love you too. Even if you're the star. My royal contrast."

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ROYAL CONTRAST. FINALE.

-don't worry, there is and WILL be an epilogue. that's the true ending, but thank you all for the wonderous support on this book. let's wish our beautiful couple a long love in the comments! <3