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The Wedding Day
I woke to soft light pouring in through my curtains, the kind that made everything feel a little dreamlike. My room was still and quiet, and for a moment I didn’t move - just let myself feel it.
The weight of the blankets.
The distant hum of the dorm waking up.
The sudden, fluttering realization:
Today was my wedding day.
Not just any wedding. Our wedding.
Me. Chan. Hyunjin. On a rooftop in Seoul.
I sat up slowly, every nerve humming. There was a small knot of nerves in my stomach, but it was wrapped in something much larger - joy. Surreal, ridiculous, heart-splitting joy.
A soft knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts.
“Come in,” I called, already knowing who it would be.
Felix peeked his head around the door with a beaming smile, followed by Chan’s sister, Hannah. Both were dressed in matching pastel loungewear, holding coffees and to-go bags.
“Breakfast delivery for the bride,” Felix said, striding in with a grin. “You didn’t think we were gonna let you starve today, did you?”
“Absolutely not,” Hannah added. “You’re ours until it’s time to walk down that aisle. Or, you know… the rooftop stairs.”
I laughed - breathless, overwhelmed, but somehow calm beneath it all.
Felix came to sit beside me on the bed while Hannah began laying everything out on my desk - iced coffee, bagels, fresh fruit, little pastries. I looked between the two of them and my eyes stung immediately.
“You’re gonna make me cry,” I warned.
Felix bumped my shoulder. “That’s ok. Just not after we get your makeup done.” He grinned.
Felix was already fluffing pillows and straightening things around the room like a proud mom who couldn’t sit still. Meanwhile, Hannah gently tugged open the curtains to let more natural light flood in.
“Alright, up you go,” she said, pointing toward the bathroom with a teasing smile. “Shower first. We’ve got about three hours before the ceremony and we are not going to be scrambling last minute.”
I obeyed without argument, slipping into the bathroom and closing the door behind me.
The water was hot and steamy, and I stood under the stream longer than I should have - letting it soak into every corner of me. Washing away the tension, the worry, the ache of yesterday’s fears. Every drop that slid down my skin felt like a tiny blessing. A moment of peace before something sacred.
By the time I stepped out, the mirror was fogged over and my hands were trembling just a little - not from fear, but from the magnitude of what today meant.
I toweled off and stepped back into my room wearing the soft satin robe Felix had laid out for me. He and Hannah had already transformed the space into a soft flurry of brushes, compacts, eyeshadow palettes, curling irons, and bobby pins.
“Sit,” Felix said, pulling the desk chair out like a throne. “We’ve got work to do.”
Hannah started on my hair while Felix handled makeup - both working in tandem, chatting softly, cracking jokes, occasionally pausing just to look at me with wide, shining eyes.
“You’re really doing this,” Felix said, dabbing highlighter along my cheekbone. “You’re really marrying them.”
“I know,” I whispered, blinking up at him. “It doesn’t feel real.”
“It’s the realest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, voice catching a little.
Hannah met my gaze in the mirror. “You look beautiful. And we haven’t even gotten to the dress yet.”
I swallowed, pressing my hands to my lap to keep from getting too emotional too soon. “It’s hanging in the closet,” I said softly. “Do you want to -?”
Felix was already on his feet. “On it.”
He brought it over like it was made of glass - holding it carefully, letting it drape across his arms like it was the most special thing in the world. And maybe it was.
The moment I slipped it on - the lilac undertones glowing in the sunlight, the soft shimmer across the bodice, the delicate lace that hugged my curves just right - everything stopped.
I turned to the mirror and covered my mouth with my hand.
“Oh,” I breathed.
Felix teared up first. “You’re… You’re so...”
Hannah wiped her eyes too. “They’re not gonna survive this. At all.”
I just stood there, heart pounding, chest full of light.
Today, I would walk up that rooftop staircase and give my heart to two men who had changed my life. Who had loved me so completely, so generously, that I never once had to question it.
And I wouldn’t walk up there alone.
Felix gently adjusted the hem of my dress as I stepped into the hallway, Hannah close behind. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion - like the universe was giving me time to absorb every second.
The dorm was unusually quiet. As if even the walls knew something amazing was about to happen.
We were halfway down the hall, my hand brushing against the smooth wood paneling for balance, when I looked up - and saw him.
Jeongin.
He stood at the foot of the stairs in a perfectly tailored black tux, the bowtie slightly crooked in the most Jeongin way imaginable. His hair was styled just a little softer than usual, and when he looked up and saw me, he froze.
For a long moment, no one said a word.
His eyes widened. “Oh, Noona…”
My breath caught.
He looked like he’d just seen the stars descend from the sky.
“You…” he tried again, then huffed a quiet, stunned laugh. “You look so beautiful.”
I laughed, even as my eyes burned. “You’re one to talk.”
He came forward slowly, like I might vanish if he moved too fast. Felix and Hannah stepped aside, giving us space.
When Jeongin reached me, he hesitated - then cupped my face with both hands, thumbs brushing the corners of my eyes.
“I’m not even the one marrying you today,” he whispered, “but I feel like my heart’s about to explode.”
My lips trembled. “You’re still mine.”
His smile was soft. “Always.”
Then, without another word, he kissed my forehead - lingering, warm, anchoring - before stepping aside and offering his arm like a proper gentleman.
“Ready?” he asked.
I nodded, slipping my hand into the crook of his arm.
And together, with Felix and Hannah just behind us, we made our way slowly up the staircase toward the rooftop - toward the beginning of forever.
The rooftop door opened with a quiet creak, and Jeongin held it wide, stepping just out of the way as I reached the top step.
I gasped.
The rooftop had been completely transformed. The city skyline stretched in every direction, softened now by golden-hour light. Twinkle lights had been strung overhead in wide, glowing arcs, dancing gently in the breeze. The floor had been swept clean and covered in a soft, pale runner that led all the way down the aisle - lined with wildflowers in soft whites, lilacs, and blush tones that mirrored the details of my dress.
Everything felt warm. Golden. Dreamlike.
There were about forty people seated in rows on either side of the aisle - friends and family, all dressed beautifully, turned in their seats as I stepped forward. Others stood along the edge of the rooftop, arms folded, hands held, faces full of anticipation.
In the very front row, I spotted Chan’s parents and his brother - his mother already dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief, his father sitting tall and proud. Right next to them sat Hyunjin’s parents, both beaming, both holding hands. Behind them were close friends of all the boys - other idols, stylists, backup dancers, and people who had been with them through every chapter of their careers.
At the very back, a handful of JYP staff stood in black outfits, discrete but present - filming with handheld cameras, snapping photos with long lenses, careful not to disrupt the intimacy of the moment. This wasn’t just a personal vow. It was a historic one.
And there - at the front, beneath a wide wooden arch draped in lilac gauze and more flowers - stood them.
All eight of them.
Lined up, dressed in tailored tuxes that somehow managed to reflect their individual styles. The air seemed to shimmer around them.
Hyunjin and Chan stood in the center. Hyunjin’s hair had been pushed back from his face, soft waves brushing his ears. Chan’s jacket was slightly open, his signature necklace tucked just beneath the lapel. They both looked like they couldn’t breathe - eyes locked on me like I was the only thing that existed in the world.
To their left stood Felix, Minho, and Han. To their right, Jeongin - who had just released my arm and was now walking ahead to join the line - along with Seungmin and Changbin. Felix took his spot and turned to look at me, giving me the softest, most radiant smile I’d ever seen. Jeongin stood beside Seungmin, gaze still glassy with emotion.
I caught Hannah’s eye as she made her way to the front row and slid in beside her parents. She mouthed you’re perfect, and I almost lost it right there.
Everything was quiet. Waiting.
My heart hammered against my ribs.
And then, somewhere near the back, a violin began to play.
The first step was the hardest.
Not because of nerves - though they rippled under my skin like wind - but because it marked the beginning of a moment I never thought I’d get to have.
I walked slowly, each step careful, measured, my heels barely making a sound against the soft aisle runner. The violin swelled around me, a warm ache of strings and sky, and I felt every eye on me - but all I could see was them.
Chan.
Hyunjin.
Felix, Jeongin, Minho, Han, Changbin, Seungmin.
All of them.
Waiting at the end of the aisle like the sun waited for the moon.
I blinked, and my chest pulled tight.
Just a few months ago, I had been a wreck - a shadow of myself, drifting through airports and grief with nothing but a suitcase and a heart torn to pieces. I hadn’t even planned to stay in Seoul. I didn’t know how to stay. I didn’t know who I was without my father. Without the life I’d walked away from. Without the person I had tried so hard to be for someone who never deserved me.
And then…
Chan.
I passed the halfway mark, and a thousand memories surged at once.
Collapsing in front of the convenience store. His arms catching me like gravity had been waiting for him.
Waking up in the dorm, confused and surrounded by animals.
That first breakfast at the dorm. The way the boys had hovered, fed me, made me laugh when I couldn’t even breathe.
Hyunjin handing me strawberries with shy eyes and gentle fingers. Felix convincing me to help him make brownies like it could stitch me back together. Seungmin arguing about cereal. Han dancing in the hallway. Minho watching me when he thought I wasn’t looking. Jeongin, sweet and curious, a spark of mischief from the beginning.
And through it all - Chan and Hyunjin.
My sweet boys.
My home.
I had fallen in love with both of them so easily it felt like fate. Like the universe had cracked open just enough to let them find me. And instead of jealousy or fear… they chose to love me together.
They chose me.
And then all of them had.
A family. A home. A future. One I never would’ve believed in if it weren’t for the way they held me through every single storm.
My throat tightened.
I was almost there.
Chan’s hand was pressed tight to his chest, his knuckles white. Hyunjin looked like he was physically stopping himself from running down the aisle to meet me.
Tears pricked the corners of my eyes.
I had been a ghost when I arrived in this city.
And somehow, impossibly, eight men had breathed me back to life.
As I reached the front, I handed my bouquet to Hannah, who gave me a wink and squeezed my fingers. Then I turned to face them. My breath caught.
Chan. Hyunjin.
They both looked like a dream.
Chan’s eyes were already glassy, lips pressed together so tightly I could tell he was trying not to cry. Hyunjin looked like a painting, soft and perfect, the curve of his smile trembling as he took my hand in his.
They each held one of my hands now, and I realized I hadn’t exhaled since I stepped onto the rooftop.
A breeze curled between us, lifting the edges of my veil as the officiant stepped forward.
“Family. Friends. Loved ones.”
The crowd quieted.
“We are gathered here today under open skies and soft sun, to celebrate a love that has defied expectation, resisted fear, and blossomed into something truly extraordinary. Today, we honor the commitment between three souls—bound not by tradition alone, but by choice. By devotion. By the kind of love that makes room for more.”
My chest tightened.
“These three stand before you not to begin their story - but to mark what has already become true. That they are partners, companions, lovers, and family. That their love is both shelter and fire. That they have chosen each other in the light of day, through every trial and tenderness, and will continue to do so for the rest of their lives.”
Hyunjin’s thumb was moving in slow, calming circles against my palm.
The officiant paused, smiling gently before continuing.
“This is not a conventional union. But love - real love - rarely is. And those who have gathered here today, you are witnesses to something special. Something brave. Something that will stand.”
There wasn’t a single sound.
Just the wind.
Just breath.
Just hearts.
“And now,” the officiant said, turning toward us, “you may share your vows.”
Chan took a shaky breath and stepped forward.
Hyunjin turned to face me fully, his hand still warm in mine. His other hand reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small, folded piece of paper - already slightly crinkled at the edges. He stared at it for a second, then let out a soft laugh and shook his head.
“I was going to read this,” he whispered. “I wrote pages. Like, pages. But now, standing here in front of you… I don’t want to read anything.”
He folded the paper again and tucked it back into his jacket.
“I just want to speak to you. To your heart.”
My lips parted, breath shaky. The wind caught the edge of his hair.
“The moment I saw you, I felt it. Something undeniable, something impossible. I tried to tell myself it wasn’t real. That it was infatuation or fantasy or just the rush of meeting someone new.” He smiled, eyes brimming. “But it wasn’t. It was you.”
He took a breath.
“You… you cracked something open inside me. You made me want more. You made me brave enough to be more. You let me be messy and tender and dramatic and annoying, and you’ve never once made me feel like I had to shrink or change to be loved.”
My vision blurred.
“I want to grow old with you. I want to dance with you in the living room when we’re eighty and have bad knees. I want to paint your wrinkles and memorize the way your voice changes over the years. I want all of it. The whole, real, complicated life. With you. And Chan. And every single one of us.”
He reached up, brushing a tear from my cheek.
“I promise to choose you every day. To protect your heart like it's mine. Because, in every way that matters - it is.”
My chest felt like it was splintering open.
Hyunjin stepped back, and Chan took his place.
His hands were trembling.
“Okay,” he whispered, trying to laugh but failing. “Okay, I told myself I wasn’t gonna cry but - here we are.”
He blinked fast, then looked right at me.
“Emily…”
God, his voice. That low, gentle rasp already breaking.
“When I found you that night, outside the convenience store... I thought you were a ghost. I’d never seen someone look so lost and alive at the same time. I didn’t know what I was doing - I just knew I had to help. And then… I couldn’t stop.”
He glanced at Hyunjin for a second, smiling.
“You wrecked me, you know that? Every part of my life that felt predictable or ‘safe’ just got obliterated by your presence. You took all the broken places inside me and… and loved them. You didn’t fix me - you never tried to. But you made me feel worthy of being held.”
I couldn’t stop crying. Neither could he.
“I’ve lived a life surrounded by people, but it’s never felt full until you. You and Hyunjin and the guys, you are home. You’re the reason I breathe easier. The reason I wake up every day grateful I didn’t give up before this moment.”
He swallowed, voice breaking.
“I promise to hold you when you’re afraid. To step back when you need space. To always, always remind you of who the hell you are when you forget. You’re everything. And I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything in this world.”
He stepped back, his thumb brushing my knuckles.
The officiant turned to me.
“Emily?”
I nodded, heart hammering, and stepped forward.
I hadn’t written anything down.
I couldn’t.
Because how do you capture this? This thunderstorm of love and safety and chaos and lust and belonging?
So I just looked at them. My men. The ones who shattered every defense I had with soft words and steady hands.
“I didn’t know you could fall in love with more than one person,” I whispered. “I didn’t know you could fall so hard you forget what loneliness feels like.”
I turned to Chan first.
“You found me on one of the worst nights of my life. And somehow, without knowing anything about me, you decided I was worth saving. And then… you kept saving me. Every day. You reminded me how to live.”
I turned to Hyunjin.
“You saw me when I couldn’t see myself. You opened your heart to me so fully, so fearlessly. You made me feel beautiful when I felt like a ghost. You brought color back into my life - literally.”
I looked between them.
“I don’t have anything rehearsed. I just know that I love you. That I trust you. That I want to wake up to your faces for the rest of my life. And I vow - on everything I have - to love you in every way I can. In the quiet, in the chaos, in the mess, in the beauty. You’re my soulmates. My family. My forever.”
Chan let out a choked breath.
Hyunjin was crying again.
I reached for both their hands and held them tight.
The officiant smiled and stepped forward again.
“And now, a few words from the rest of the group.”
💝 Minho
Minho steps forward, eyes soft but steady.
From his pocket, he pulls out a small, handmade leather-bound sketchbook.
“You once told me you didn’t know what your story would be. I want you to fill this. With anything. Everything. Whatever life becomes, I want to know all of it. I want to be in it.”
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🎶 Han
Jisung is grinning but clearly fighting emotion.
He holds up a USB drive in a small velvet box.
“This has a song I wrote about you. Well…for you. It’s embarrassing, and you’re not allowed to play it in front of anyone else unless I’m drunk - but it’s yours. Forever.”
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🧸 Jeongin
Jeongin comes forward with both hands behind his back. Then he reveals a small, plush fox keychain - a custom, handmade version of FoxI.Ny.
“I know you have the real one, but now you’ll always have a tiny one with you too. A reminder that someone is always waiting for you to come home.”
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🖤 Seungmin
Seungmin walks up slowly, jaw tight like he’s holding back tears.
He places a baseball signed by every member in her hands.
“You’re part of this team now. Whether we’re winning or losing, you’re one of us. And I’d fight anybody who says otherwise.”
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🍪 Felix
Felix hands her a small glass jar filled with cookies - but inside, the cookies are shaped like little hearts, stars, and initials.
“I made these last night. They’re not perfect, but I think that’s what makes them good. Like us. I love you, Em.”
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🏋️ Changbin
Changbin’s hand is behind his back as he approaches. He reveals a custom silver bracelet engraved on the inside with the words:
“Stronger. Together.”
“You’re the strongest person I know. But if you ever need help carrying anything - anything at all - you’ve got us now.”
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They line up beside Chan and Hyunjin, all of them forming a semi-circle around her. And in perfect unison:
“We pledge to love you. To protect you. To stand by your side.”
The officiant closes the book gently in their hands and looks up at us with a warm, tear-bright smile.
“Then, by the power vested in me, in front of these witnesses who hold your love sacred, I now pronounce you bound - not just in name, but in heart and soul, forevermore.”
A hush falls over the rooftop, sunlight warming my skin as I stare between Hyunjin and Chan - my soulmates, my loves, my future. Their hands tighten around mine. I can feel their trembling, even as they both smile like this is the happiest moment of their lives. Because it is. Because it’s mine too.
Then the officiant speaks again:
“If anyone here objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
I don't expect anything.
Why would I?
Everything is perfect. Everything is…
“I do.”
The words are clear, sharp - cutting through the air like a blade.
A chair scrapes loudly against the rooftop floor, and the crowd ripples with gasps and murmurs.
My heart plummets. I whip my head toward the sound, eyes scanning, stomach lurching -
And there he is.
Eric.
Wearing a black suit. No invitation. No right.
But he’s here.
Smiling.
Like he never shattered me.
Like he never left me gasping on the floor of my life, begging for breath.
Like he belongs here.
My throat goes dry.
The world narrows to him - standing there, smug and unbothered, like this is some sort of game.
A nightmare, dragged into the light.
Everything around me feels far away - Chan and Hyunjin’s hands still gripping mine, people turning, whispering, someone standing to block the camera.
And Eric’s voice again, echoing in my head:
“I do.”