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world of sinners viii | sim jaeyun

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: your parents are the head of one of the nation’s most lucrative syndicates and your older brother is heir to the throne which leaves you free to leave this world of evil behind. you’ve been waiting for this day for twenty years of your life, you can practically taste the freedom. what will you do, however, when your parents arrange a marriage for you to bind together their empire with the lee’s to stop a full on gang war?

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: sim jaeyun x f!reader ft brother sungchan & heesung

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: mafia!au, arranged marriage!au

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 14.9k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: tooth rotting fluff, slight suggestive scenes towards the end, mentions of death, forced marriage, mentions of pregnancy, slight talk about childhood trauma, lots and lots of kissing.

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The morning light filters through the kitchen windows, casting a soft glow over the table as you and Jake settle into the comfortable rhythm of breakfast. He’s reading over some reports on his tablet, the subtle clinking of dishes filling the air, while you savor the quiet of your new life. This is what peace feels like, you think—far from the chaos, the danger, the weight of the syndicate.

You glance at the art sketches scattered across the kitchen counter, the remnants of last night’s brainstorming session. Since Jake set up the art subsidiary for you, your career has taken off in ways you never imagined. Galleries and exhibitions have been reaching out, and your work is finally being seen for what it is—not because of your family name, but because of your talent. It’s everything you dreamed of when you were younger, back when you used to imagine a future far away from the violence and power struggles of your family’s world.

Jake’s world.

You look over at him now, the man who has become both your partner and your greatest supporter over these past two years. He’s no longer tied to the syndicate either—he truly left that life behind when he handed the reins to Heeseung, focusing now on managing the legitimate businesses he’s grown over the years. He’s built an empire of his own, one based on integrity and vision, a stark contrast to the shadows of his old life. The way he thrives in this role, the confidence he carries as CEO, fills you with pride every time you think about it.

You smile to yourself, content with how far both of you have come, when Jake’s voice cuts through your thoughts.

“Let’s get married.”

You freeze mid-bite, fork halfway to your mouth, blinking in confusion. “Jake, we’re already married,” you remind him, letting out a soft laugh. It’s such an odd thing for him to say, considering the years that have passed since that arranged wedding—the one that felt more like a death sentence than a celebration of love.

But Jake sets his tablet down and turns fully toward you, his expression soft but serious. “I know,” he says, his tone gentle but purposeful. “But that wasn’t the wedding I want to remember.”

You furrow your brow, lowering your fork. “What do you mean?”

He takes a breath, reaching across the table to take your hand in his, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin. “That wedding wasn’t for us. It was for them. For our families. We did what we had to do to stop a war. It wasn’t about love. Not then.”

You swallow, feeling the truth of his words settle in your chest. He’s right. That day had been more about survival than anything else, the union meant to bring two rival families together and prevent bloodshed. Love hadn’t been part of the equation back then.

But now…

“I don’t want that to be the wedding we talk about when we look back,” Jake continues, his voice low, almost reverent. “I don’t want that to be the wedding we tell our kids about one day.”

Your heart stutters at the mention of kids. You and Jake haven’t discussed that part of your future since opening the chest his mother left for him two years ago, but hearing him say it now, it feels… right. Like it’s always been part of the plan, just waiting for the right moment.

He squeezes your hand, his gaze searching yours. “This time, I want it to be different. I want a wedding that’s just for us. Small, quiet. Something meaningful. Something that you actually get to be a part of.”

You’re silent for a moment, letting his words sink in. The idea of another wedding—a real wedding—starts to form in your mind. Not the grand, suffocating affair from before, where every powerful person from both families was watching your every move. But something intimate, personal. A celebration of who you and Jake have become together, not who you were forced to be.

“I didn’t think…” you start, your voice soft, “I didn’t think you cared about that day anymore.”

Jake’s eyes soften, a small smile playing at his lips. “Of course I care. That day changed everything. It brought us together. But it didn’t happen the way it should have. You deserve more than a wedding built on an agreement between our parents. You deserve a day that’s all about us.”

Your heart swells at his words. It’s not that you’ve spent time resenting that first wedding—after all, it’s what led you here, to this life of love and peace. But now that Jake’s saying it, you realize how much it matters. How much it would mean to have a wedding that was truly yours.

“And this time,” Jake continues, “it’ll be small. Just a few close friends, our siblings, maybe some of your artist friends. No media, no politics. Just us.”

You smile, the thought of it filling you with a warmth you didn’t know you needed. “A small wedding,” you echo, nodding. “I like that.”

Jake’s eyes brighten, a flicker of excitement behind the calm determination. “So, what do you think?” he asks, leaning forward slightly, his thumb still tracing circles over your hand. “Will you marry me? For real this time?”

The sincerity in his question, the vulnerability of it, makes your chest tighten in the best way possible. You’ve come so far together, overcome so much. The idea of rewriting that part of your story, of creating something new and entirely yours, feels like the final piece falling into place.

You take a deep breath, your smile growing as you nod. “Yes, Jake. I’ll marry you again.”

His smile is wide now, and you can see the weight lift from his shoulders, the sense of relief and happiness he’s been holding back. “Good,” he says, squeezing your hand one last time before releasing it. “Because I already started thinking about the details.”

You raise an eyebrow, your amusement returning. “You’ve been planning this, haven’t you?”

He shrugs, trying to play it cool, but the mischievous glint in his eyes gives him away. “Maybe a little. I wanted to make sure it’d be perfect.”

“Perfect, huh?” you tease, leaning back in your chair. “What’s your idea of perfection, Mr. Sim?”

Jake chuckles, the sound filling the room with warmth. “Something simple. Somewhere quiet, maybe by the beach or in the mountains. Just us, the people we love, and no distractions. We’ll say our vows, have dinner, and celebrate the way we want to.”

The thought of it—the simplicity, the intimacy—makes your heart flutter. You can picture it now, standing with Jake under the open sky, surrounded by the people who have seen you both through the toughest times. The idea of a wedding without all the trappings of power and status feels like the truest celebration of what you and Jake have become together.

“And this time,” Jake adds, his voice softening as he leans closer, “you’ll get to plan it with me. You’ll get to choose everything, from the flowers to the music. It’ll be the wedding you want.”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but you blink them away, overwhelmed by how thoughtful he is. You’d never openly admitted how little the first wedding meant to you, but Jake had seen it. He’d known, just like he always does.

“Jake…” you whisper, but he shakes his head, cutting you off with a gentle smile.

“You deserve perfect,” he says softly, his gaze holding yours. “And I’m going to make sure you get it.”

Before you can respond, the warmth in his eyes shifts to something more playful. “You know,” he says, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin, “I was thinking maybe we could start planning today.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Already? You just asked!”

“Exactly.” He stands and walks over to your side of the table, his hands resting on your shoulders as he bends down, kissing the top of your head. “No time like the present.”

You feel his hands gently pull you from your chair, a lighthearted laugh escaping your lips as he spins you around to face him. The mischievous glint in his eyes deepens, making you feel like you’re falling in love with him all over again.

As the morning sunlight bathes the room in golden light, you realize this is the life you always wanted. Free from the shadows of your past, filled with love, creativity, and peace. Jake has given you everything he promised, and now, together, you’ll rewrite the beginning of your love story.

“Alright, let’s do this,” you say with a smile, your heart full. “Let’s plan our real wedding.”

There’s an easy warmth in the air as you sit together, a notebook open between you, his arm draped casually over the back of your chair. The two of you have been going back and forth for hours, discussing every little detail, and you can’t help but laugh at how much he’s getting into it.

As you flip through venues, a playful thought strikes you. “What if we just went down to city hall?” you joke, glancing up at him with a teasing smile. “It’d be simple, easy—no planning required.”

Jake gives you a look of mock horror, his lips pulling into a pout. “City hall? Really?” He crosses his arms, leaning back slightly with a dramatic sigh. “Come on, be serious. This is our wedding we’re talking about.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “I am serious! I mean, it could be romantic in its own way.”

He leans closer, his hand finding yours. “Maybe, but you deserve something better than ‘simple and easy,’” he says softly, his pout gone, replaced by the sincerity that makes your heart flutter every time. “What if we made it a destination wedding?”

“A destination wedding?” You arch an eyebrow, glancing at him with playful skepticism. “That sounds pricey, Jake. I don’t think we need to go all out like that.”

Jake’s expression doesn’t waver. “We can afford it,” he says firmly. “And you deserve it.”

He watches you for a moment, his gaze soft but intent, and you realize he’s not just saying this to spoil you—he genuinely wants to give you everything he can. Before you can argue further, Jake’s voice drops to a more tender tone. “How about the coast of France?”

Your breath catches in your throat. France. The place you had always dreamed of escaping to before your life had taken a sharp turn with the marriage arrangement. The coast of France had been your dream, the start of a new chapter away from the syndicate. That fact that Jake remembered, that he wants to give you that piece of your past, overwhelms you.

Your vision blurs with tears you’re not sure how to hold back. “Jake…” you whisper, trying to steady yourself, but the emotion chokes you for a moment. “You remembered?”

“Of course I did.” His thumb strokes the back of your hand gently. “I know how much it meant to you, starting a new life there. So, let’s start this new chapter together. In France. How does that sound?”

A tear slips down your cheek, and you quickly wipe it away, nodding. “It sounds perfect.”

The two of you agree on the destination, your heart swelling with love for the man sitting beside you, and the excitement of planning a wedding that truly belongs to both of you fills the air.

The second week of planning brings a whole new level of excitement. You and Jake sit in your living room, the morning sunlight filtering through the windows, sipping coffee as you scroll through portfolios of wedding planners. After a few hours, you finally find someone who specializes in destination weddings. She’s based in France and has a great reputation for handling small, intimate affairs. It feels like fate.

You and Jake schedule a video call with her the next day, and you can already tell by her enthusiasm and creative ideas that she’s perfect for helping bring your vision to life. The two of you discuss what you want—something elegant but relaxed, a wedding that feels like a natural extension of your love rather than a grand event. The planner immediately suggests a handful of venues on the French Riviera, sending you pictures of quiet beaches with crystal-clear waters and cliffside views that take your breath away.

Jake’s eyes light up as he points to one of the images. “This one,” he says, his tone definitive. “This is the place.”

It’s a private beach near Nice, a secluded spot with soft, golden sand and a view that stretches endlessly over the blue waters of the Mediterranean. You can practically see the two of you exchanging vows there, surrounded by the people you love most.

Jake reaches for your hand, squeezing it gently. “What do you think? This feels right, doesn’t it?”

You nod, feeling a warmth settle in your chest. “It’s perfect,” you whisper.

That night, after finalizing the venue, the two of you sit in bed, flipping through color swatches and mood boards the planner sent over. Jake is more invested than you ever thought he would be, debating between shades of blue as if it were a business decision. Eventually, you both settle on white and baby blue—a soft, calming palette that mirrors the beachside setting.

As you rest your head on his shoulder, watching him get excited over even the smallest details, you realize just how lucky you are. Jake’s passion for the wedding isn’t about grandeur; it’s about making this moment special for both of you. He wants it to reflect your love, your shared journey, and the fresh start you’re both building.

By week three, the wedding planning is in full swing, and you’ve entered the world of cake tasting, menu planning, and choosing flowers. Jake’s schedule has gotten more hectic, with business deals and meetings piling up as his conglomerate grows, but he’s still determined to make time for the wedding.

“I’ll drive us to the tasting,” he insists one afternoon when you suggest going alone so he can focus on work. “This wedding comes first.”

The cake tasting is far more enjoyable than you expected. The two of you sit in a quaint bakery, plates of assorted flavors and frostings spread out before you. Jake, ever the businessman, analyzes each bite as if it’s a critical decision.

“This one’s too sweet,” he says, scrunching his nose at a raspberry-filled slice.

You stifle a laugh. “Jake, it’s cake. It’s supposed to be sweet.”

“I know, but this one’s going to make people pass out from sugar overload.” He slides the plate aside and reaches for the next flavor, offering you a bite of the chocolate mousse.

You laugh, shaking your head as you take a bite. “Fine, but don’t expect me to give up on dessert just because you think it’s too sugary.”

After a few more rounds of tasting, you settle on a small classic vanilla cake with buttercream frosting and a layer of strawberry jam. It’s light, fresh, and perfect for a summer wedding on the beach.

From there, the two of you head to the florist. Despite Jake’s busy schedule, he stays present and engaged, discussing flower arrangements as though it’s the most important task on his list. You decide on white and blue roses, simple and elegant, perfectly complementing your color scheme.

After finalizing the details, Jake surprises you by pulling into another nearby flower shop. “Wait here,” he says, hopping out of the car before you can ask why.

A few minutes later, he returns with a bouquet of white roses. “These are for now,” he says, handing them to you with a grin. “Just because.”

Your heart swells as you take the flowers, the sweet fragrance filling the air. He leans in, kissing your forehead softly, and for a moment, everything feels perfect. It’s these little gestures that remind you of just how deeply Jake cares about you, not just in grand, sweeping ways, but in the small, thoughtful moments that mean the most.

The two of you stop for lunch at a quiet restaurant by the water, sharing plates of pasta and salad while talking about the wedding. Jake checks his phone occasionally, balancing work and life as he always does, but he’s here with you, fully present when it matters. As you sip your drink, you watch him, grateful for every part of this journey—how far you’ve come from your old life, and how much you have to look forward to in this new chapter together.

Week four is when everything starts to feel real. The wedding planner has sent over digital mockups of the invitations, and you’ve both made a final guest list. It’s a small gathering, just your closest friends and select family, exactly as you wanted.

You send out invitations to your brothers, Anton and Haru, Jay and Sunghoon, and of course, Jungwon, Sunno, and Niki—friends who left the syndicate behind and followed Jake into a new life, now working with him in his conglomerate.

The moment the invites go out, your phone buzzes. Haru is the first to call, her excitement spilling through the line as soon as you pick up.

“Oh my gosh, you’re getting married! Again!” Haru practically screams, her voice brimming with joy. “I knew you’d find love, but this is beyond perfect. Jake is everything you deserve, and more!”

You smile, her enthusiasm making your heart lighter. “I’m so happy you’ll be there,” you say, your voice thick with emotion. “It wouldn’t be the same without you, Haru.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Haru says, and you can almost see her bouncing on her toes. “And in France? It’s like something out of a fairy tale! You’re living the dream, girl!”

Next, Anton calls, you merge it with Haru’s call. His tone is more subdued but equally heartfelt. “I’m really happy for you,” he says, his voice warm. “You and Jake… you’re good together. I can see it. I’m glad you found someone who makes you feel that way.”

You bite back a tear at his words. You’re reminded of the crush Anton had on you, a quiet crush carried for years, but there’s no sadness in his voice now—only genuine happiness for the life you’ve built. “Thank you, Anton,” you say softly. “It means a lot that you’ll be there.”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” he replies. There’s a pause, and then he adds, “I’m proud of you. You deserve this.”

After a beat, you work up the courage to ask, “Before I let the two of you go, will you both be my bridesmaids?” There’s a brief pause before both Haru and Anton respond simultaneously, their excitement and warmth coming through the phone. “Of course!” Haru chirps, while Anton laughs softly and says, “I’d be honored.”

It’s then that you realize just how important these people are to you—not just as friends, but as part of your new family, the one you’re building alongside Jake.

By the time week five arrives, Haru and Anton have flown in from France to go dress shopping with you. The arrival hall at the airport buzzes with the usual mix of hurried travelers, greetings, and farewells, but none of that matters as you wait eagerly by the large glass windows. It’s been months since you’ve seen Anton and Haru, and today they’re flying in for the wedding. Standing beside you, Niki scrolls through his phone, casually waiting, but you can tell he’s just as excited as you. After all, Anton and Haru haven’t seen him since everything went down—and back then, he wasn’t the carefree Niki who stood next to you now, cracking jokes and making you laugh.

You spot Anton first, his familiar figure emerging from the crowd, followed by Haru, her laughter already ringing out as she spots you. But as they get closer, it’s clear their attention shifts, eyes landing on Niki.

“Niki?” Haru’s voice holds a note of disbelief. “Is that… you?” Her gaze flits between you and him, as if she’s trying to reconcile the image of the lighthearted guy beside you with the stoic, silent bodyguard she once knew.

Anton, his eyes wide with surprise, points at Niki. “Last time we saw you, you were getting arrested with her, and now you’re—” He gestures at the grin on Niki’s face. “Now you’re like… normal.”

Niki grins mischievously, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I’m still pretty dangerous,” he quips, then leans closer to you, dropping his voice playfully. “At least, that’s what they tell me.”

Haru blinks at him, then bursts into laughter. “You’re louder than I ever imagined!”

Without missing a beat, Niki shoots her a mock glare. “Hey, I’m not that loud! It’s called having a personality.”

You can’t help but giggle at their banter as Anton shakes his head in disbelief. “Are you coming with us for the dress fitting, then?” he asks, though it’s clear he expects Niki to decline.

Niki shakes his head, a slight smirk playing on his lips. “Nope. I’m just the chauffeur today. Someone had an exhibit last night and barely slept, so Jake made me drive her around to keep an eye on her.”

You roll your eyes but smile as you all head towards the car. Niki, ever the responsible one when Jake isn’t around, holds the passenger door open for you while Anton and Haru pile into the back. Once everyone’s settled, Niki starts the engine, the soft hum of the car filling the space as you pull out of the airport.

“So,” Haru chimes in after a few minutes of silence, “how’s the wedding planning going? Are you nervous? Is Jake helping?”

You lean back in your seat, trying not to laugh at the mention of Jake. “Oh, he’s helping alright,” you say, a teasing note in your voice. “He’s been involved in every single detail.”

Niki lets out a scoff from the driver’s seat. “Helping? He had a whole conference meeting with the boys just to decide on cufflinks and hairstyles.”

That grabs your attention. You raise an eyebrow, glancing over at Niki. “He never told me about that.”

“Of course he didn’t,” Niki mutters, casting you a dramatic side-eye. “It was the most stressful meeting I’ve ever sat in. We spent an hour talking about loafers. Loafers.”

Anton and Haru burst into laughter from the backseat, and you can’t help but join in. “Loafers? What could possibly be stressful about loafers?”

Niki turns to you, his eyes narrowed in exasperation. “Oh, that wasn’t the stressful part. Jake nearly lost his mind over whether he should grow out his hair or cut it before the wedding. He was this close to uninviting us because we all voted for the cut. Apparently, you like his hair grown out, and that little detail almost cost us our lives.”

Your laughter fills the car, and you clutch your sides as Niki glares at you. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” you manage between fits of giggles. “I’ll apologize on his behalf.”

Anton chuckles, shaking his head. “Jake seems more like the bridezilla than you do.”

The conversation flows naturally as Niki drives, the sound of their voices making the car feel alive. You chat about the wedding, the beachside venue, the colors, and the excitement of seeing everything finally come together. Soon, you pull into the parking lot of the boutique where your dress fitting is scheduled. Niki parks the car and turns to you with a grin.

“I’ll drop off Anton and Haru’s bags at your place and pick you up later,” he says, giving you a thumbs-up. Anton and Haru thank him, and the three of you head into the boutique, excitement buzzing in the air.

The moment you step into the boutique, the elegance of the space washes over you. Soft lighting illuminates rows of stunning gowns, each one looking more beautiful than the last. A sales associate approaches, offering you a welcoming smile. “Good afternoon, would you care for some champagne while we get everything ready?”

You nod, nerves fluttering in your chest, and the associate leads you to a plush seating area with a table set for dress viewing. Anton and Haru take their seats beside you, accepting glasses of champagne while you sip yours slowly, eyes darting over the dresses on display.

“Alright,” the associate says as she returns with a tablet, “let’s get started. I’ve pulled a few gowns based on your preferences. But of course, feel free to let me know if anything catches your eye.”

Dress after dress is brought out, each more intricate and dazzling than the last. Haru’s opinions are lively and precise, pointing out the elegant detailing or a certain silhouette she loves, while Anton’s feedback is quieter, though equally thoughtful.

“You’d look great in sleeves,” Haru says as she holds up a slim-fit gown with delicate lace sleeves. “It’s perfect for the venue.”

But as beautiful as the dresses are, something just isn’t clicking. You admire the craftsmanship, the elegance, but none of them feel like your dress. The longer it goes on, the more your nerves start to rise, creeping up your spine as doubt begins to settle in.

Haru catches the change in your mood, leaning over to give your hand a gentle squeeze. “Hey, we’ll find it. Don’t worry.”

You nod, trying to push down the rising anxiety. Anton stands, eyeing a few gowns on the other side of the boutique. “What about these?” he asks, bringing over two sleeveless ball gowns covered in intricate beading. “You wanted something more dramatic, right?”

You try them on, admiring the beading and flow of the fabric, but something still feels off. You twirl in front of the mirror, biting your lip as tears prick the corners of your eyes. The frustration is bubbling up, threatening to spill over.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you whisper. “I can’t find anything.”

Anton exchanges a glance with Haru, who immediately stands and takes your hands. “Hey, don’t freak out. We’ve got this,” she says softly, her voice soothing. “What do you like about the dresses you’ve tried?”

You take a deep breath, focusing on the details you loved—the sleeves on Haru’s picks, the beading on Anton’s. “I like the sleeves, but it’ll be too hot for the beach. And the beading is gorgeous, but…”

Anton’s eyes light up with an idea. “Why not customize your dress? You can have the best of both worlds—keep the sleeves, but maybe make the back open for some air. And the beading? We can work that in too.”

The suggestion feels like a revelation, and your shoulders relax as you consider it. “But… a custom dress will cost so much.”

Haru scoffs, rolling her eyes playfully. “Jake can more than afford it. He told me to make sure you don’t leave without a dress you love, no matter the price tag.”

You laugh, feeling the tension finally release from your body. Of course Jake had thought of that. He always seemed to know exactly what you needed, even before you did.

“Okay,” you agree, smiling at the idea. “Let’s do it.”

The associate returns, and the three of you discuss the alterations, excitement building once more. By the time you leave the boutique, you feel lighter, happier, and more certain that your dress will be everything you’ve ever dreamed of.

After the fitting, Niki picks you up and drives you to meet Jake for lunch. When you arrive at the restaurant, Jake is already seated at a table near the window, his eyes lighting up the moment he sees you.

“Hey, how did dress shopping go?” he asks, standing to kiss your cheek as you sit down.

You shrug, a wry smile on your lips. “It didn’t go great at first. I couldn’t find anything I liked, but Anton and Haru helped me come up with an alternative.”

Jake frowns, immediately looking concerned. “I’m sorry it didn’t go the way you wanted.”

You wave him off, smiling. “It’s okay. We’re customizing the dress now, so it’ll be perfect.”

Jake smiles in relief, and you spend the rest of lunch laughing with Haru and Anton, enjoying the easy company and delicious food. Jake, as always, is attentive and warm, his hand resting on yours beneath the table. You feel the warmth and reassurance from him as you chat with Haru and Anton about the rest of the wedding plans. The conversation flows effortlessly, and the restaurant is filled with the comfortable energy of friends coming together for an important moment in your life.

Jake leans back, grinning as Anton shares a funny story about their mutual friend, someone Jake had introduced him to a few months ago. You find yourself watching Jake as he laughs, the crinkles around his eyes showing his genuine joy. It’s moments like these that remind you just how far you and Jake have come, from the arranged marriage full of complications to this—shared happiness with close friends and a wedding that’s now only days away.

As you finish up lunch, Jake checks his watch. “We should probably head home. You’ve got another exhibit to prepare for, and I still have a couple of meetings this afternoon.”

You nod, feeling a little more at ease than you did at the beginning of the day. Jake pays the bill, and the four of you make your way out of the restaurant and back to Jake’s car, laughing and talking the whole way.

The next few weeks pass in a blur of fittings, meetings with the florist, and double-checking every small detail for the big day. You attend your final dress fitting, and the custom gown turns out even better than you imagined—sleek, elegant, and adorned with the perfect amount of beading. Haru and Anton cheer when they see you in it, and your heart soars, knowing you’ll walk down the aisle in something that feels uniquely yours.

Jake is busy too, finalizing everything on his end. He insists on being involved in every aspect, and although you tease him for being so particular about the cufflinks or table settings, you can’t help but love how dedicated he is to making sure everything is perfect.

Finally, it’s three days before the wedding, and you find yourself back at the airport once more—this time with Jake by your side as you wait for the last group of guests to arrive. Haru and Anton stand beside you, chatting excitedly as they scroll through pictures of the venue villa.

Jake looks at his watch again, tapping his foot impatiently. He’s been pouty all morning, mostly because his friends are running late. “They better not make us miss our flight,” he grumbles, crossing his arms as he leans against the wall.

You chuckle, squeezing his hand. “They’ll be here soon.”

Just as you say that, you spot two familiar figures coming toward you—Sungchan and Heeseung, laughing as they walk through the terminal. Their friendship was a shock to you when it first happened, you couldn’t fathom how close they had gotten over such a short period of time. Especially given Sungchan’s previous…relationship with Heeseung’s mother but it’s clear the two had gotten over it and are now thick as thieves. Jake’s mood brightens immediately, a grin spreading across his face as he waves them over.

Heeseung is his usual self, making jokes even before they reach you. “What can I say? Beauty like mine takes time,” he says, flipping his hair dramatically. Jake rolls his eyes.

Jake scowls, but it’s clear he’s only teasing. “I’m starting to regret inviting you.”

Sungchan, on the other hand, rushes forward and pulls you into a tight hug. “Oh my gosh, I’m so excited for you!” His voice is full of warmth, and his excitement is contagious. “I can’t believe it’s finally happening.”

“I know,” you say, smiling widely. “It feels surreal.”

Before you can say anything else, Jay and Sunghoon arrive, slightly out of breath. Jay scratches the back of his head sheepishly. “Sorry for the delay. Sunghoon left his carry-on at home.”

Sunghoon shrugs, unfazed. “You rushed me.”

“Hey, at least you made it,” you laugh, giving them both a hug. Finally, Niki, Sunoo, and Jungwon come into view. Jungwon looks slightly embarrassed as he admits, “I, uh, waited until the last minute to pack…” He clears his throat when he sees the glare Jake is sending his way. “And Niki overpacked, so Sunoo had to help him,” Jungwon adds, shooting Niki a glance.

Jake scoffs, muttering under his breath, “I should’ve uninvited them.”

Niki rolls his eyes dramatically and looks at you. “Can you control your fiancé, please? He’s out here acting like a tyrant.”

You laugh and lean up to press a kiss to Jake’s cheek. “It’s okay,” you say, smoothing a hand over his arm. “We’re all here now.”

The group makes their way to check in and heads through the maze that is airport security. There’s the usual hassle of removing shoes, unpacking electronics, and patiently waiting as security checks each item. But despite the stress, everyone is in good spirits, chatting about the wedding and the upcoming celebrations.

Jake keeps close to you the whole time, his hand either resting on your back or intertwined with yours as you make your way through the airport. His usual calm demeanor seems a bit more on edge, but you can tell it’s just the excitement and anticipation building up.

Once you’ve all passed through security, you head to your gate. Since you’re flying business class, you get to board first, and soon, everyone is settled into their seats. You and Jake are in a private cabin, the rest of your friends scattered throughout the business class section.

As the flight gets underway, the excitement and busyness of the past few days finally catch up with you. You feel your eyelids growing heavier, the gentle hum of the plane lulling you to sleep. You snuggle into your seat, pulling the blanket up around you as you let out a content sigh.

Just as you’re drifting off, you hear the sound of someone sliding open the door to your cabin. You feel a sudden warmth as the blanket is lifted and someone slips in behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist. Turning slightly, you see Jake getting comfortable, his face only inches from yours.

You raise an eyebrow, trying not to laugh. “Jake, what are you doing?”

He pouts, his voice soft as he pulls you closer. “I can’t sleep unless I’m holding you.”

His words melt your heart, and you don’t argue. Instead, you settle against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. Jake presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, and within minutes, the both of you are fast asleep, wrapped up in each other as the plane continues its journey.

When you wake again, the cabin is bright with sunlight streaming through the windows. The quiet murmur of passengers fills the air, some watching movies, others chatting softly. You groan softly, your face still nestled against Jake’s chest, and rub your eyes, reluctant to fully wake up. His arm tightens around your waist as if sensing your movement, pulling you closer. For a brief moment, you feel like drifting back to sleep, but the light dims when someone stands over your seat, casting a shadow.

Peeking up, you see Heeseung grinning down at you, his expression nothing short of mischievous. His eyes gleam with amusement as he loudly announces, “They’re awake!”

Your eyes widen in disbelief. “What—?”

Before you can finish, a group of familiar faces crowds around your seat. Jake groans from behind you, his grip on your waist loosening as he slowly sits up. At the front of the group is Haru and Niki, both of them exchanging knowing glances. Sungchan is beside them, arms crossed but grinning like he’s thoroughly entertained by the scene. Behind them, Jay, Sunghoon, Jungwon, and Sunoo are grinning ear to ear, as if they’ve just caught you in the act of some big secret.

Niki shakes his head, clucking his tongue disapprovingly but with a smile. “Can’t even keep your hands to yourself for the whole flight?”

“We thought Jake had gone missing somewhere on the plane,” Jay says, looking far too pleased with himself. “But no surprise, he’s with you.”

Jongwon, peering over the group, smirks at you. “Figured as much.”

Heeseung, never one to miss a moment, leans in slightly, a devilish grin spreading across his face. “So… how was the mile-high club?”

Your face burns red instantly, and you gape at him while the rest of the group bursts into laughter. Jake lets out a deep, sleepy groan behind you, his face half-hidden in your hair, clearly not in the mood for Heeseung’s teasing. “How much longer until we land?” Jake mumbles, completely ignoring the joke.

“Two hours,” Niki replies, still smirking.

“They’re serving breakfast soon,” Anton adds, raising an eyebrow at Jake. “You might want to get back to your own seat before they do.”

Jake doesn’t respond right away. Instead, to your embarrassment, he pulls you back against his chest and buries his face in your hair, mumbling, “Just a bit longer.”

There’s a chorus of coos and squeals, not just from Haru but from some of the guys too, amused by Jake’s stubbornness. You can feel your face heat up even more, completely mortified by the whole scene. But instead of saying anything, the group just shakes their heads, exchanging glances before they slowly disperse, leaving the two of you alone again.

You sigh in relief, but Jake remains unfazed, his arms still firmly wrapped around you. “Are you seriously going to stay here?” you whisper, glancing toward the door of your cabin.

Jake just hums, his eyes still closed, clearly not ready to move. “Mm-hmm.”

You sigh again, but his warmth is too comforting to resist. Before long, you let yourself relax back against him, your eyelids growing heavy once more. A few minutes later, you hear the clinking of breakfast carts coming down the aisle, signaling the end of your stolen moment.

Jake eventually shifts, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head before muttering into your ear, “We’ll pick this up again once we’re off the plane.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the smile tugging at your lips. He leaves your cabin to return to his own seat, and you settle back into your own, already anticipating what’s to come once you land.

Nice France is stunning.

The waters are so blue that it almost blinds you, shimmering under the sunlight like diamonds scattered across the sea. The villa—beautifully secluded—is grouped in a semicircle, each one tucked away just enough for privacy, yet close enough to give the group a shared sense of connection. You and Jake have your own villa, a gorgeous spot nestled right at the edge of the platform, offering a view that stretches across the horizon. Haru and Anton are staying in another, while the rest of the group has paired off.

Jake’s hand lingers on the small of your back as you take it all in, the excitement of the upcoming wedding and the breathtaking scenery filling the air. Everything feels perfect, almost surreal. You say your goodbyes to your friends and make plans to meet back on the beach to go swimming together in thirty minutes.

You sit on the edge of the bed, staring at your suitcase trying to decide which bikini to wear. The wedding is tomorrow evening, but all you can think about now is the beach waiting just a few steps away. When Jake emerges from the bathroom, he’s only wearing a pair of board shorts, hanging low on his hips, his muscles still glistening from the shower. The sight of him makes your breath hitch, your eyes tracing the line of his abs, which look just defined enough to be distracting.

Pouting slightly, you glance up at him. “What if I look ugly in the photos tomorrow?”

Jake raises an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Impossible. You could never look ugly.” His words, though simple, make your heart flutter in your chest.

Before you can protest, he points at the navy blue one-piece bikini lying on top of your suitcase. “Wear that one,” he says, his voice teasingly firm. “You can save the red one for our honeymoon.”

You laugh softly, feeling your nerves fade as you nod. “Okay.”

You change into the swimsuit, not at all fazed by Jake’s pickiness. He helps you apply sunscreen, his hands gentle as they smooth the lotion over your skin. Afterward, you take his hand, and the two of you head outside, where the sun warms your skin almost instantly. Along the boardwalk, you spot Jungwon and Sunghoon walking together, laughing at something Sungchan said.

The beach is buzzing with energy as the group slowly gathers by the shore, each person already shedding their cover-ups and kicking off their sandals. The sky is painted a perfect shade of blue, stretching endlessly above, and the sun kisses the horizon where the water sparkles, inviting them in. There’s a feeling of freedom in the air, something nostalgic yet new, as if this moment could last forever.

Jake leads you toward the water, his hand warm and steady in yours. “Race you there?” he challenges, his grin wide and playful. Before you can even respond, he’s already taken off, splashing into the waves with an unrestrained laugh.

“Hey! No fair!” you shout, chasing after him, the sand hot beneath your feet. You plunge into the cool water, the initial shock of it exhilarating as you swim to catch up. Jake glances back, and when he sees you gaining on him, he dives deeper into the turquoise water, disappearing below the surface.

You don’t let him get away that easily. Pushing yourself further, you dive too, the world around you turning muted and serene. You catch sight of him just ahead, his form sleek in the water like some kind of sea creature. In a swift move, you reach out and grab his wrist, pulling him back toward you. Jake breaks the surface, laughing as you emerge beside him, both of you breathless and grinning.

“You cheated,” you accuse, splashing water at him.

Jake catches your hand and pulls you closer, his wet hair dripping and eyes bright. “You just need to be faster,” he teases, leaning in to steal a quick kiss before diving under again.

Nearby, the rest of the group is also immersed in the fun. Jungwon and Niki are having a splash war, each trying to outdo the other with bigger waves. Haru and Anton are farther out, floating on their backs and chatting idly about the scenery. Sungchan and Sunghoon take turns diving beneath the surface, seeing who can hold their breath the longest, while Heeseung and Jay toss a beach ball back and forth. Laughter echoes across the beach, each moment brimming with lightness that none of you could have imagined a few years ago.

Eventually, you and Jake drift back toward the shore, finding your way to a spot just above where the waves break. You lie down on the warm sand, catching your breath, while Jake settles beside you, propped up on one elbow as he watches you.

“Having fun?” he asks, his tone soft now, the playful edge gone.

You nod, gazing up at him with a smile. “It’s perfect. And I can’t believe we’re actually doing this… getting married tomorrow.”

He traces a line along your arm, the touch delicate and thoughtful. “It feels right, though, doesn’t it? Like it was always supposed to happen.”

His words fill you with a quiet kind of joy, a warmth that blooms from somewhere deep within. You reach up, threading your fingers through his damp hair. “Yeah, it does.”

The two of you spend a little longer lying there in the sun, but as the afternoon wears on, it’s time to head back and get ready for dinner. You peel yourselves off the sand and walk back to the villa, hand in hand.

Once inside, you and Jake head straight to the shower. The water cascades down over both of you, washing away the salt and sand. Jake lathers body wash on you, his hands gentle as they work through the knots in your shoulder. You do the same for him, the two of you taking your time, turning even the simplest act into something intimate and tender.

As you rinse the last of the body scrub from your body, Jake’s hands slide over your waist, his touch lingering, and you look up at him, meeting his gaze. “Are you nervous for tomorrow?” you ask.

He shakes his head slightly, leaning closer. “No. Not about marrying you,” he replies softly, the conviction in his voice unmistakable. “I’m just excited.”

You smile and press a kiss to his lips. “Me too.”

After the shower, you both get ready, dressing up for dinner at a beachside restaurant. You slip into a flowy sundress that flutters in the ocean breeze, while Jake wears a crisp linen shirt and slacks. The restaurant is beautifully set up, with twinkling fairy lights and an unobstructed view of the water. The table reserved for your group is long and elegantly arranged, right on the sand, just a few steps from the shore.

The dinner starts out lighthearted, with everyone catching up and sharing stories, but as the meal progresses, it’s clear there’s a moment approaching where words need to be said. The atmosphere shifts when Heeseung stands up first, raising his glass. The conversations taper off, and everyone turns to face him.

Heeseung looks at Jake, then at you, his expression fond and contemplative. “I’ve grown up with Jake and if there’s one thing I can say, it’s that I’ve never seen him as happy as he is when he’s with you.” His gaze shifts back to you, a hint of something solemn in his eyes. “Both of us grew up in… a tough environment. Love wasn’t something we really understood back then, but you’ve given him something real. You’ve brought a warmth to his life that I didn’t think was possible. And for that… I’ll always be grateful to you.”

The words catch in your chest, their sincerity piercing. Jake’s hand tightens around yours under the table, and you blink back tears.

Heeseung’s lips quirk up into a soft smile, and he raises his glass higher. “To Jake and ____. I know you’ll make a beautiful life together.”

The group echoes his toast, and Jake leans over to kiss you, his eyes shining with emotion.

Sungchan is next. He clears his throat as he stands, a bit awkwardly at first, but then his voice strengthens. “___, you’re my sister, and I know we didn’t have it easy growing up either. Our family’s history isn’t exactly picture-perfect, We didn’t have a lot of love in our lives…not the kind that most people take for granted and love always seemed… conditional. We had each other, though, and we made do.” His voice wavers slightly, but he continues. “I always prayed she’d find someone who could love her as much as she deserved. Not just love her, but understand her—every part of her. And Jake… you’ve done that and more.”

He pauses, his eyes glistening as he looks at you and Jake. “You took something that was supposed to be a business arrangement, and you turned it into something beautiful. Something real. And now, she’s surrounded by more love than I ever thought possible. Not just from you, but from everyone here.” He raises his glass. “To my sister and the man who loves her selflessly. I couldn’t be happier for you.”

The group erupts in cheers, glasses clinking together as you rise from your seat to pull Sungchan into a tight hug. Tears prick at your eyes as he squeezes you back. “Thank you,” you whisper, voice cracking.

The dinner continues with others chiming in to share their memories and well-wishes. The evening air is cool now, the sound of the waves in the background adding to the magic of the moment. After dessert, the group decides to take a walk along the beach, the soft sand shifting under your feet as you stroll side by side.

You and Jake walk a little ahead of the group, your hands linked as you chat about the speeches. But then Heeseung comes up behind you, clearing his throat. “Mind if I steal her for a bit?” he asks with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Jake groans dramatically. “Do you have to?”

“Yes,” Heeseung says firmly, but there’s a smile playing on his lips. “Just for a little while.”

You give Jake a reassuring squeeze before letting go of his hand. “Go on,” you encourage with a grin. “I’ll be back soon.”

Jake sighs with exaggerated reluctance. “Fine,” he relents, “but don’t keep her too long.”

As you and Heeseung start walking along the shore, you glance at him with a curious expression. “What’s on your mind?”

He’s silent for a moment, then he takes a deep breath. “I just wanted to thank you,” he says quietly. “For bringing joy back into Jake’s life.”

The sincerity in his voice catches you off guard. “Heeseung, if anything, it’s Jake who brought joy back into mine,” you say gently.

Heeseung shakes his head. “No, you don’t understand,” he insists, his tone unwavering. “Jake isn’t the same person he used to be. There’s a new warmth in him now, and it’s because of you.”

His words touch you deeply, and you walk in silence for a few moments, processing everything.

The sun dips lower over the horizon, casting a golden glow on the beach as you and Heeseung walk along the shore, the conversation winding through lighthearted topics and deeper matters. The laughter shared just moments ago settles into a quieter tone, leaving space for thoughts left unspoken.

You glance up at Heeseung as you walk. “How have you been, really?” you ask softly. “I know I haven’t checked in as much as I should’ve since… the funeral.”

Heeseung’s steps slow, and he clears his throat. His gaze shifts to the waves lapping against the sand, his expression unreadable as if he’s measuring his thoughts. “I’m doing much better now,” he says finally, though his voice is a little rough. “It was… rough at first.”

Your mind drifts back to that day, nearly a year ago now, when you, Jake, and Heeseung stood together at Yerin’s funeral. It was a muted, cold affair despite the bright sun that had shone down, a stark contrast to the dark circumstances surrounding her death. Jake and Heeseung’s father had dealt with Yerin in the only way they knew how after her plans to kill Heeseung and seize control of the syndicate came to light. There had been no mercy, no time for tears when decisions had to be made, alliances maintained, and lives secured.

And even knowing what Yerin had plotted—that she would have killed Heeseung, her own son, if it meant securing power—hadn’t made it easier for him. At the funeral, Heeseung had been a shattered mess, overwhelmed by grief tangled with resentment and guilt. He had stumbled down the aisle carrying her portrait in the procession, his hands trembling so badly that Jake had to step in, steadying him. There had been whispers from the gathered mourners, but you and Jake had paid them no mind, focusing instead on keeping Heeseung upright, physically and emotionally.

Jake had never been one to falter in the face of loss, having long ago become an expert at handling grief. It was he who had helped Heeseung get back on his feet in the months following Yerin’s death, staying patient and steady as Heeseung wavered. Jake had even insisted that Heeseung stay with the two of you for nearly three months, doing whatever it took to help his brother begin to heal, no matter how often Heeseung had tried to push him away.

“I know it wasn’t easy for you,” you say gently, glancing at Heeseung’s profile. “Jake and I could see how much it hurt.”

Heeseung lets out a slow breath, his shoulders slumping slightly. “It did hurt,” he admits, voice quiet. “It was… complicated. I hated her for what she did, but I still couldn’t help… loving her, in a way. She was the only mother I ever really knew, even if she wasn’t a good one.”

The raw honesty in his tone makes your chest tighten, and you reach out, gently squeezing his arm. “It makes sense. Losing her, even under those circumstances, doesn’t erase what she meant to you… or what you had hoped she could have been.”

Heeseung’s eyes glisten for a moment before he looks away, nodding. “Yeah. I think that’s the hardest part—realizing she was never going to be the person I needed her to be.”

For a moment, neither of you speak, just the sound of waves rushing over the sand filling the space between you. You can tell that he’s thinking back to those nights after the funeral when he had stayed up with you and Jake, trying to drink away the grief, his sorrow spilling out in slurred confessions and bouts of anger. It had been exhausting to witness—Jake was stretched thin trying to balance supporting Heeseung and handling the syndicate while also trying to set the foundation for his life apart from crime. You had done your best to fill in the gaps, offering Heeseung comfort when Jake couldn’t.

But you have seen the subtle shifts in Heeseung over the last year. You’ve noticed how his smile has slowly begun to reach his eyes again, how he no longer looked so haunted when he glanced in the mirror. And now, as he turns back to face you, there’s a hint of that old spark in his gaze, the light that had been dimmed but never extinguished.

“I’m actually seeing someone,” he says suddenly, breaking the silence. The surprise flickers in your eyes, and he chuckles at your expression. “Sungchan convinced me to start going to therapy, and I’ve been giving it a chance.”

Your shock is almost comical, and you can’t help but crack a joke. “Sungchan got you to go to therapy? I’d have believed you’d joined the circus first.”

Heeseung laughs, a real, unguarded sound. “I know, it sounds insane. But… It's been good. I’m not sure if I’m ‘fixed’ or whatever, but I’m actually starting to feel happy again.”

You smile, warmth blooming in your chest at the sight of him like this. “I’m really glad, Heeseung. You deserve to be happy.” The sincerity in your voice makes him look at you, a flicker of gratitude crossing his face.

The conversation drifts to lighter topics for a moment before you pause, considering your words carefully. “How’s the syndicate?” you ask gently, knowing the weight the question carries. “Do you still want to keep running it?”

Heeseung is quiet for a long moment, the distant crash of waves filling the silence as he thinks. “It’s all I’ve ever known,” he admits. “So, yeah, for now, I’m content with it. But… I’m not opposed to walking away if I find my person—someone who makes it feel worth it to start over, like Jake found with you.”

His words touch something deep within you, and you feel a swell of emotion rising up. “You’ll find them, Heeseung,” you say softly. “And when you do, you’ll know it’s time.”

The conversation falls into a comfortable silence after that, your feet sinking into the sand as you walk together. It’s not long before you see Jake and the others waiting up ahead, their laughter and banter carrying over the sea breeze.

As you draw closer, Jake playfully shouts, “There you are! I was starting to get jealous.”

Heeseung grins at his brother, then turns to you and gives your shoulder a squeeze. “Thanks for the talk,” he says quietly before letting you go.

You rejoin the group, but before you can get too close to Jake, the boys close ranks around him, declaring, “No sharing a bed with your fiancée tonight!”

Jake’s eyes widen in horror, and he sputters, “What? No way! I’m not sleeping without her.”

Niki is the first to roll his eyes. “You’ll live if you don’t cuddle for one night, Jake. Come on, stop being dramatic.”

“I might die,” Jake protests, reaching out to you as the boys drag him away. “____, tell them they’re being unreasonable!”

You laugh, shaking your head as the boys tease him, calling him a “simp” and reminding him that absence makes the heart grow fonder. Eventually, they succeed in pulling him away, his whining carrying through the night as you head to your villa with Haru and Anton for a quiet sleepover.

The villa is cozy and peaceful compared to the lively beach, and as you slip into your pajamas, you feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for moments like this—moments where, for just a while, the past’s darkness gives way to laughter and love.

As you settle in with Haru and Anton, Haru can hardly contain her excitement. “I still can’t believe you’re getting married tomorrow!” she exclaims, bouncing slightly on the bed.

“It’s crazy, isn’t it?” you giggle. “Technically, Jake and I have been married for two years, but this… this feels brand new.”

Anton smiles at you knowingly. “That’s because you’re in love,” he says simply, the words resonating with a truth that warms your heart.

The three of you settle in for the night, watching movies and catching up on life. It feels like the perfect ending to a long day—a reminder that no matter the darkness you’ve all walked through, the present holds light and love worth embracing. And tomorrow, you’ll walk down the aisle with Jake again, only this time, it’ll be as two people who truly chose each other.

The morning light filters through the sheer curtains of the villa, casting a soft glow over the quiet room. A gentle knock on the door breaks the silence, followed by Anton’s voice, calm but excited. “Ladies, it’s time to wake up,” he calls out. “We’ve got a wedding to get ready for!”

You and Haru groan in unison, neither of you quite ready to let go of the comfort of the warm blankets. But the thought of what the day holds is enough to stir you both into motion. You rub your eyes and sit up, exchanging a sleepy but eager look with Haru as Anton opens the door. He’s grinning widely, a tray of coffee and pastries in his hands.

“Breakfast is served,” he announces, setting the tray on the bedside table. “Eat up, we’ve got a long day ahead.”

As you nibble on a croissant, the realization sinks in—today is your wedding day. A mix of nerves and joy flutters in your stomach. You and Jake are doing this again, but this time, for the right reasons.

“So,” Haru says, glancing at you with a playful glint in her eyes as she sips her coffee, “where’s Jake taking you for the honeymoon?”

You smile, excitement bubbling up inside you. “Saint Lucia,” you reply. “We’re going to explore the temples, visit some islands, and just… relax.”

Anton raises an eyebrow. “Saint Lucia, huh? Sounds adventurous.” He takes a bite of his pastry and then gives you a knowing look. “So… have you two talked about kids?”

The question catches you off guard, though you knew it would come up sooner or later. “We have,” you admit, glancing down at your plate. “Jake really wants a daughter, but… I feel like we still need some more time to know each other first, you know?”

Anton gives a light chuckle, shaking his head. “Come on, ____. You’ve been married for two years already. How much more time do you need?” There’s a teasing tone in his voice, but his words make you pause, a thought settling in your mind.

He’s right. You and Jake had indeed spent the past two years learning how to love one another, how to be there for each other in ways that matter. You’ve seen the best and worst of each other, endured moments of hardship and celebrated moments of joy. Those two years hadn’t just been about overcoming the initial betrayal and conflict; they’d been about discovering who you are together—falling in love in a real and unbreakable way.

You picture Jake in your mind—his bright smile, the way he looks at you like you’re his whole world, and the warmth that fills his eyes whenever the topic of children comes up. You know, deep down, that he’ll be a great dad. The kind of father who would do anything for his kids, just as he’s done for you.

The realization leaves a warmth in your chest, and you find yourself smiling, your heart already a little more open to the idea. “Maybe you’re right,” you say softly. “Maybe… it’s not such a bad idea after all.”

Haru and Anton exchange a grin, and the three of you finish breakfast, chatting about wedding plans and memories from the past two years. Soon, the makeup artist arrives, ushering Haru and you to the vanity to begin your transformation for the day.

As the makeup artist works, Anton moves to get dressed in his suit. Niki arrives not long after, looking a bit flustered as he walks in, holding his tie awkwardly in one hand. “Hey, Anton,” he says, “mind helping me with this? You know I’m useless with ties.”

Anton chuckles and steps over to assist. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Niki,” he teases, skillfully looping and adjusting the tie. “There. Now you look presentable.”

You glance over at them from the mirror, your smile widening at the sight of Niki in his suit. It had been your idea to ask him to be one of your ’bridesmaids,’ a gesture that made him blush initially, but he had embraced it wholeheartedly. Meanwhile, Jake had chosen Heeseung, Jay, and Sunghoon to stand by his side as his groomsmen, making up a small but close-knit group.

When your makeup is finished, Haru takes your hand and guides you to a separate room where your dress awaits. You slip into the gown, Haru fastening each button down the back with care, and when you turn to look in the mirror, you almost don’t recognize yourself. The delicate lace and flowing fabric hug your figure perfectly, the dress shining with a soft shimmer that catches the light.

Haru’s eyes glisten as she steps back to take you in. “You look stunning, ____,” she whispers.

With her help, you make your way back to the main room. Anton and Niki turn to look, and their reactions are immediate. Anton’s jaw drops slightly, and Niki’s eyes go wide with awe.

“Wow,” Anton breathes. “You look… incredible.”

Niki nods emphatically. “Jake is going to lose his mind when he sees you.”

You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks at their compliments. Before you can respond, there’s a knock at the door. Niki hurries over to answer, revealing Sungchan standing there. As he steps inside, his eyes fall on you, and they instantly begin to water.

“You look so beautiful,” he says, his voice thick with emotion as he steps closer. “Like… unbelievably beautiful.”

You smile softly, stepping forward to give him a tight hug. “Thank you, Sungchan,” you whisper. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

He hugs you back, his arms wrapped around you protectively. “Of course I’m here,” he says quietly. “I wouldn’t miss this for anything.”

For a moment, it’s just the two of you sharing in the moment, the years of being each other’s constant support and confidant pouring into this one embrace. Then, Niki’s voice breaks in, though he sounds almost apologetic. “Hate to break up the cute moment, but… it’s time.”

You pull back from Sungchan, a wide smile spreading across your face. During your last wedding, there hadn’t been a single genuine smile. You’d walked down the aisle as though heading to your own execution, tears of sadness streaming down your face. It had felt like the end of your life, not the beginning of something new. But today… today, you were rewriting that story.

The five of you make your way out of the villa and down towards the beach, where the ceremony is set up. The transformation is breathtaking—blue and white flowers and strands of pearls are everywhere, decorating the arch and lining the aisle. The sound of waves gently lapping against the shore provides a serene background, creating the perfect setting for the day.

Sungchan gives your arm a squeeze, a smile tugging at his lips. “You’ve got this,” he says, though the encouraging words aren’t really necessary.

The music begins, and one by one, your entourage—Haru, Anton, and Niki—start walking down the aisle. You take a deep breath as Sungchan turns to face you, his expression tender. “Ready?” he asks.

You nod, slipping your arm through his. “More than ready.”

As you start down the aisle together, you lift your gaze and find Jake at the end. He’s standing there in his suit, his expression so full of emotion that it takes your breath away. His tears fall freely as he watches you draw closer, not bothering to hide his joy. Jay, beside him, discreetly hands him a pocket tissue, which Jake gratefully takes to dab at his eyes.

You feel your own tears prickling, and when you reach the end of the aisle, Sungchan gently hands you over to Jake. He wipes your tears with his thumb, his voice low and affectionate as he whispers, “Smile. It’s a happy day.”

He kisses your cheek, then steps aside to take his seat between Sunoo and Jungwon. Haru steps forward to wipe away your tears and takes your bouquet, holding it for you as you and Jake face each other.

The officiant begins the ceremony, but your mind is almost entirely focused on Jake. His hand squeezes yours, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of your hand. The vows come next, and Jake goes first, his voice trembling with emotion as he speaks.

“___,” he says, voice wavering slightly, “I never thought I’d get a second chance at marrying you. But when I look at you now, I realize that it wasn’t a second chance… It was just the right time.” He chuckles softly, blinking back tears. “The first time, we were strangers trying to find a way to survive together. But now, you’re my best friend, my partner, my heart.”

You feel the tears slipping down your cheeks again, but you don’t bother to stop them. Jake’s voice grows steadier, a smile tugging at his lips. “I promise to be the man you deserve, to support your dreams, and to make you laugh every single day. I want us to build a life that’s full of joy, not just because we’ve earned it, but because we choose it.” He pauses, his eyes locking onto yours with a sincerity that cuts deep. “You’re the love of my life, ___, and I want everyone here to know that I’d marry you a thousand times over if it meant always being with you.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you feel the weight of Jake’s words sink in, each one like a tender embrace. The sincerity in his gaze makes your heart swell with so much love, you can barely contain it. You squeeze his hand, your tears flowing freely, not caring in the slightest how they make your makeup run. This time, they’re tears of overwhelming joy.

Jake takes a step closer, his voice steady and filled with emotion as he continues. “I vow to always be there for you, in every high and low, every joy and every sorrow. We’ve already been through so much, but I know that the best is yet to come. I want to grow old with you, to laugh at the silly things and hold each other through the storms. To be your partner in all things, to love you fiercely, and to always find my way back to you no matter what. You have my whole heart, now and always.”

The wind carries the sound of the waves gently crashing behind you, the sun casting a glow over the ceremony. It’s as though even the universe is smiling down on you both at this moment. You take a deep breath, blinking away the tears as you gather your own thoughts.

Your turn.

You let your thumb brush over Jake’s hand, grounding yourself in his warmth. “Jake,” you begin, voice wavering, “I don’t think I ever truly believed in fate until I met you. The first time, it felt like we were thrust together, and I was so scared of what that would mean for us. But through every trial, every moment of doubt, we found something real—something worth fighting for. We’ve already lived a lifetime in two years, but it’s not enough. I want a hundred more with you.”

Jake’s eyes remain fixed on you, a glimmer of tears in them as you speak. You take a shaky breath and continue, your voice gaining strength. “You weren’t just a man I was forced to marry. You became my best friend, the person who sees me for who I really am—my joys, my flaws, all of it—and loves me anyway. You’ve shown me what it means to love and be loved with everything we have. You are the first man I’ve ever loved… and I promise you will be the last. You’ve helped me become a better person, Jake, and I vow to do the same for you. I will be there, not just in the easy moments but especially in the hard ones. I will celebrate with you in every victory, and I will stand by you in every challenge. I promise to love you every day as deeply as I do now… and even more.”

You pause, your own smile tugging at your lips. “I didn’t know what love was until you showed me. And today, I’m choosing you again, as I will choose you every day for the rest of our lives.”

A collective sigh moves through the gathered guests as the officiant steps forward, beaming as he speaks. “Jake and ___, your words today show the depth of your love and the strength of the bond you share. You have spoken your vows from the heart and now, as a symbol of your promise, I ask you to exchange rings.”

Jay passes the ring to Jake, who takes your hand in his. He slips the band onto your finger, his touch steady and gentle as he does. “With this ring,” he says, “I give you my heart. Forever.”

Haru hands you Jake’s ring, and as you slide it onto his finger, you echo the words, your voice strong and clear. “With this ring, I give you my heart. Forever.”

The officiant’s smile widens as he looks at you both. “By the power vested in me, and by the love that you two have chosen to share, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” His gaze shifts to Jake. “You may kiss the bride.”

Jake wastes no time, pulling you to him as the cheers erupt around you. His hands cradle your face as he presses his lips to yours, the kiss deep and tender, like he’s pouring every promise, every vow, every ounce of love he holds for you into it. You kiss him back with just as much fervor, losing yourself in the way he tastes like salt and sweetness, in the way his hands are steady and sure against your skin. It feels like the first kiss, but so much more profound—because this time, you’re not kissing a stranger. You’re kissing the man you’ve grown to love, the man you’ve chosen, and who has chosen you in return.

The world seems to fall away, and for a moment, it’s just the two of you, tangled in a love that feels endless and new all at once. When you finally pull back, his forehead rests against yours, his breath warm against your lips as he whispers, “I love you, Mrs. Sim.”

Your heart stumbles at the sound of his voice, at the name that holds a meaning so different now than it did the first time you took it. “I love you too,” you whisper back, your smile brighter than the sun overhead.

The crowd bursts into applause, cheers and laughter filling the air as Jake sweeps you up in his arms, spinning you around before setting you gently back on your feet. You turn to see your family and friends beaming at you—Haru wiping away a tear, Anton and Niki clapping loudly, Sungchan with his arm slung over Sunoo’s shoulders, both grinning widely. The joy is infectious, spreading like a wave through the gathered guests.

You catch a glimpse of Heeseung, Jay, and Sunghoon, each one smiling and cheering for you both. The energy of the moment is undeniable, and as you and Jake walk hand-in-hand down the aisle, you feel a lightness that had been absent at your first wedding—a sense of true, unburdened happiness.

This time, you’re not walking into an uncertain future. You’re walking into a life you’ve chosen, with a man who loves you in the truest sense, and who you love with every fiber of your being.

As you reach the end of the aisle, Jake gives your hand a gentle squeeze, his eyes sparkling with a kind of excitement you’ve never seen before. “Are you ready for forever?” he asks, his voice soft but sure.

You look up at him, your heart swelling in your chest. “I’ve been ready for a while now,” you reply, and then, with a grin, you add, “Let’s go make it happen.”

The sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room as you wake up to the soft sounds of the waves outside. You shift slightly, turning to see Jake still fast asleep beside you, his chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of his breathing. There’s a peacefulness to his face, a calmness that makes your heart swell with love.

You take a moment to just watch him, your eyes tracing the familiar lines of his face, the way his lashes rest softly against his cheeks. It still feels surreal that this is your reality, that the man you once stood across from in a ceremony built on obligation is now the man you love more than anything. It was a blur of emotions, and thinking back to your wedding brings a gentle smile to your lips. The happiness in Jake’s eyes when he saw you walking down the aisle, the tenderness in his voice as he spoke his vows—it was a perfect day. One that symbolized not just a beginning, but a beautiful continuation of the love you’ve grown into over the past two years.

Not wanting to wake him, you carefully slip out of bed and tiptoe to the balcony. The doors glide open, and a warm Saint Lucian breeze greets you, carrying the scent of salt and tropical blooms. You step out and lean against the railing, taking in the breathtaking view of the turquoise waters below and the lush greenery framing the beach. The sun is just starting to climb over the horizon, its golden light dancing across the waves, and you let out a soft sigh as you soak in the serenity.

As you stand there, lost in thought, you feel a pair of familiar arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back into a warm embrace. Jake rests his chin on your shoulder, his breath tickling your ear as he whispers, “Good morning, beautiful.” His voice is still rough from sleep, and there’s a lazy smile on his lips as he kisses your cheek.

You lean back into him, closing your eyes for a moment to enjoy the feel of his arms around you. “Good morning,” you murmur, a smile spreading across your face. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“How could I not wake up when you’re out here looking like a goddess?” he teases, squeezing you a little tighter before he rests his chin on your shoulder again. “You were up early. What’s on your mind?”

You glance back at him, your smile softening. “Just thinking about our wedding, I can't believe it’s almost been a week. It was perfect, wasn’t it?”

“It was more than perfect,” he replies, his tone sincere. “It was exactly how I always imagined it could be if we ever got the chance to do it over.”

You turn in his arms to face him, resting your hands on his chest. “I’m glad we did,” you say softly. “It felt right this time.”

Jake’s eyes shine as he leans down and kisses you again, slow and sweet, before pulling back and grinning. “How about we start today with some breakfast and then go exploring?”

A short while later, you’re sitting together on the balcony, sharing a breakfast of fresh fruit, pastries, and local delicacies. The view stretches out before you, a beautiful contrast of blue sea and green hills. You and Jake talk and laugh, exchanging light conversation about the day ahead. It’s simple, yet deeply comforting, to share these moments together, with no distractions—just you, him, and the beauty of Saint Lucia surrounding you.

After finishing breakfast, you head into the city to explore. The streets are vibrant, filled with locals and tourists alike, the air buzzing with the hum of chatter and the tantalizing aromas wafting from food stalls. You wander through colorful markets, where vendors call out to you, offering everything from handmade crafts to fresh produce. Jake’s hand remains entwined with yours as you browse through the stalls, stopping every now and then to examine the unique trinkets and gifts. You pick out a few small souvenirs, laughing when Jake insists on haggling for a better price even though you’re both well aware that money isn’t an issue.

As you stroll down a narrow street lined with quaint shops, a sudden tug on Jake’s leg catches both of your attention. You look down to see a little girl with dark curls and big, curious eyes clinging to his leg. She can’t be more than three or four years old, and there’s a slight quiver to her bottom lip, as though she’s on the verge of tears.

Jake crouches down to her level, his expression softening immediately. “Hey there, little one,” he says gently. “Are you lost?”

The girl nods, her eyes glistening as she looks up at him. “I can’t find Mommy,” she whispers, her small voice trembling.

You feel your heart ache for her, and before you can say anything, Jake’s already reaching out to take her hand. “It’s okay,” he assures her with a warm smile. “We’ll help you find your mom, okay?”

The little girl nods again, and you crouch down beside Jake, offering her a reassuring smile. “What’s your name, sweetie?”

“Amara,” she replies softly.

“Well, Amara, don’t you worry,” you say, glancing at Jake. “We’re going to find your mom. Right, Jake?”

“Absolutely,” he agrees, lifting Amara up into his arms. As you walk through the crowded street, Jake does his best to keep her distracted, pointing out different sights and making funny faces to keep her entertained. You can’t help but admire the way he handles the situation, his natural ease with the child bringing a warmth to your chest.

Eventually, you hear a frantic voice calling out Amara’s name. You turn to see a woman rushing toward you, relief flooding her expression when she sees her daughter safe in Jake’s arms.

“Mommy!” Amara cries, reaching out for her mother as Jake gently hands her over.

“Thank you so much,” the woman says breathlessly, pulling Amara close and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I was so scared.”

“It’s no problem,” Jake replies, his hand resting on your back as he smiles at the woman. “We’re just glad she’s okay.”

As the mother and daughter walk away, you and Jake continue down the street, but your thoughts linger on the moment. You look up at Jake, catching the gentle curve of his smile as he watches the little girl reunite with her mom. It’s clear how good he is with kids, how naturally he took to comforting Amara and making sure she felt safe.

“You were great with her,” you say, nudging him gently.

Jake glances at you, his eyes softening. “Well, she needed someone to calm her down. I’m just glad we found her mom so quickly.”

The encounter sparks a familiar topic between you. As you stroll past a park filled with laughing children, Jake’s hand finds yours again. “You know,” he says casually, “I think I’d really enjoy being a dad someday.”

You glance up at him, feeling the warmth of his words settle into your heart. “We’ve talked about this before,” you reply with a small smile. “You said you wanted to teach our son how to play soccer.”

“I do,” Jake admits, squeezing your hand lightly. “I also want a little girl who’s just like you… but with my sense of humor.” He chuckles, a glint of playfulness in his eyes. “I think we’d make pretty great parents, don’t you?”

The idea of starting a family with Jake has always been a bit daunting, but it’s different now. You’ve grown into this love together, built a bond that’s stronger than anything you could’ve imagined back when you first married. The thought of bringing a child into this world, a little person to share in the love and happiness you’ve found, doesn’t feel as overwhelming as it once did.

“I think we would,” you agree softly. “But… I guess I still worry. I mean, we’ve only really known each other for two years. What if that’s not enough time?”

Jake stops walking and turns to face you, his expression serious but tender. “Two years,” he says, “and we’ve been through more together than most people do in a lifetime. I’d say we’ve had plenty of time to get to know each other.” He reaches up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “But I get it,” he adds. “It’s a big step, and we don’t have to rush it. I just… I don’t want you to think I’m not ready.”

You take a deep breath, the weight of his words settling into your mind. He’s right—these past two years haven’t just been time spent together, they’ve been time spent learning each other, growing, healing, and falling in love over and over. You look up at him and see not just the man you married, but the man who stood by you, who loved you through every moment, good and bad.

“I know you’re ready,” you say quietly, your hand resting on his cheek. “And I think… I think I’m ready too.”

Jake’s smile grows, his eyes lighting up with an unmistakable joy. “Then we’ll take our time,” he promises, leaning down to kiss you. “But I’m still going to be hoping for a little girl who’s got your smile.”

Later that afternoon, back at the resort, you and Jake slip into your swimsuits to make your way to the beach for a swim.

As you and Jake change into your swimsuits, you pull out the red bikini he’d playfully asked you to save for the honeymoon. The deep crimson color pops against your skin, its flattering cut hugging your curves in all the right places. When you step out of the bathroom, Jake’s reaction is immediate. His eyes widen slightly, and a slow smile spreads across his lips, his gaze sweeping over you with an appreciative glint.

“Well, well,” he murmurs, leaning back against the bedpost as he crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes never leaving you. “I knew that bikini would look good on you, but I didn’t think I’d lose my mind over it.” His voice is low, a hint of playfulness mixed with something deeper as he pushes off the bed and strides over to you.

You feel a shiver of anticipation run down your spine as Jake’s fingers gently trace the thin straps resting on your shoulders. “Definitely worth the wait,” he adds, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as his hand slides down your arm. He leans in and brushes his lips against your ear. “You’re stunning, sweetheart.”

You bite your lip, your cheeks warming at the intensity of his gaze. “Well, I figured our honeymoon deserved something special,” you reply, your voice teasing as you step back with a playful smile. “Now, come on, let’s go for a swim.”

Once the two of you make it to the beach, you find the area to be not so full. there’s a father helping his kids build a sandcastle, an elderly couple taking a stroll along the waterline, a group of women sipping cocktails by the bar and a young couple making out on the sand. The sun hangs high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the beach as you and Jake wade into the water together. The waves are gentle, lapping around your ankles as you step deeper, the coolness of the sea offering a refreshing contrast to the heat of the day. Jake swims ahead, his movements graceful as he cuts through the water, glancing back over his shoulder with a playful grin.

“Come on, slowpoke,” he teases, his voice carrying over the sound of the waves. “Or are you trying to make me chase you?”

Laughing, you swim out to meet him, and as soon as you get close, he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you against him. The sensation of his hands on your skin sends a jolt of electricity through you, and you’re acutely aware of the way his fingers rest against the small of your back, holding you close.

Jake’s eyes darken as he looks down at you, his breath mingling with yours as he leans in. “You know,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, “you’re making it very hard for me to keep this innocent.” He tilts his head slightly, brushing his lips lightly against yours before pulling back, his hand tightening around your waist. “We could always head back to our room and… practice having babies,” he adds with a mischievous grin.

You can’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from your chest. “We just talked about taking our time, and you’re already thinking about that?”

Jake chuckles, his lips grazing your jaw as he murmurs, “Can you blame me? Look at you.” His tone is soft, yet there’s a playful urgency behind his words as his fingers trail up your spine. “I mean, can you blame me?” He pulls you closer, your bodies pressed together in the water as he kisses you again, deeper this time.

The world seems to fade away as you lose yourself in the kiss, the waves rocking you gently while Jake’s touch ignites a warmth inside you. It’s not just the desire that swirls between you—it’s the tenderness, the love, the promise of a future that’s finally unfolding the way you always hoped it would. You wrap your arms around his neck, threading your fingers through his damp hair as you kiss him back, letting yourself melt into the moment.

When you finally pull back, your foreheads resting together, Jake’s eyes are filled with that familiar spark. “I know we said we’d take our time,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your hip, “but if there’s anything this honeymoon has taught me, it’s that every moment with you is never enough.”

You smile, feeling a flutter in your chest as you gaze into his eyes. “Good thing we’ve got a lifetime of moments ahead of us, then,” you reply softly, brushing a kiss against his cheek.

Jake’s arms tighten around you once more, his laughter mingling with the sounds of the sea. “Yeah,” he agrees, his voice full of affection. “A lifetime sounds perfect.”

As the sun dips lower in the sky, you stay in the water a little longer, the two of you holding onto each other, savoring the quiet peace that wraps around you like a warm embrace. It’s a glimpse into the life you’re building together, one filled with love, laughter, and a future that feels as endless as the horizon stretching out before you.

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