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Still Waters, Forever Starts | Bang Chan | 1.

The morning sky over the Australian countryside was soft and gray, clouds hanging low over the hills just outside Sydney. Winter there wasn’t freezing, just cool enough for crisp air, warm coffee, and little puffs of breath when you laughed outside. The venue overlooked the ocean cliffs, surrounded by eucalyptus trees and decorated in soft neutral winter shades. Ivory roses, champagne satin, taupe candles, sage greenery, and warm golden lights made everything feel calm and intimate instead of overly extravagant.

By 10 a.m., the bridal suite was already full of noise.

Music played quietly from someone’s phone while your bridesmaids moved around the room trying to finish last minute details. Someone was steaming dresses, someone else was opening champagne way too early, and every few minutes another person would come over to check if you were nervous yet.

You sat near the window in a cream satin robe, coffee warming your hands while your makeup artist worked carefully. Every now and then you looked outside at the cloudy sky and tried to calm the way your heart kept racing.

Today you were marrying Bang Chan.

Chris.

The love of your life.

Meanwhile, in another room across the venue, Chan was somehow both completely ready and entirely falling apart.

“Stop touching your tie,” Changbin complained for what had to be the tenth time.

“I’m not touching it,” Chan argued while literally fixing it again.

“You’re sweating through the jacket already,” Hyunjin laughed.

“It’s my wedding day. I’m allowed to panic.”

The room burst into laughter while Chan rubbed his hands over his face. He looked nervous, emotional, excited, all at once. Every time someone mentioned your name, he smiled without even realizing it.

When the photographer asked what he was most excited for, his answer came immediately.

“Seeing her.”

By the afternoon, the venue looked unreal.

Soft fabric hung from the wooden ceilings, candles flickered across every table, and the sound of the ocean carried through the open windows. It felt warm despite the winter air outside. Cozy. Personal. Exactly the kind of wedding Chan would want.

At 2 p.m., it was finally time for the first look.

The coordinators brought Chan out to a quiet cliffside path behind the venue. The wind moved softly through his hair while waves crashed below the rocks. He stood there with his hands clasped together, bouncing nervously on his feet.

“Don’t turn around yet,” the photographer reminded him.

“I’m trying,” he laughed nervously.

Then he heard your footsteps.

You walked toward him slowly, your dress moving gently in the wind, your bouquet trembling slightly in your hands. When you finally reached him, you placed your hand softly against his shoulder.

The second he turned around, his eyes filled with tears.

“Oh no,” he laughed shakily, already crying. “I told myself I wouldn’t cry this early.”

You started laughing too, feeling emotional almost instantly.

Chan just stared at you for a second like he couldn’t believe you were real.

“You look perfect,” he whispered.

Not because of the dress or the makeup or any of it. Just you.

He reached for your hands immediately, holding them tightly while resting his forehead against yours.

“I can’t believe this is actually happening.”

“Me neither.”

And then quietly, almost like he couldn’t hold it in anymore, he whispered,

“I’ve loved you for so long.”

By 4 p.m., guests had gathered outside for the ceremony.

The sky had turned pale blue-gray as candles flickered down the aisle inside glass lanterns. Soft instrumental versions of Stray Kids songs played quietly while everyone took their seats.

Chan stood at the altar trying to stay composed.

That lasted until the music changed.

The second he saw you at the end of the aisle, all composure disappeared completely. His eyes widened instantly and he looked emotional all over again.

You couldn’t stop smiling as you walked toward him.

Everything else faded away.

The ceremony itself was simple and heartfelt. The officiant spoke about partnership, trust, and finding comfort in another person. About choosing each other every single day.

Then came the vows.

You went first.

“I used to think love had to be loud and dramatic to mean something. But loving you has always felt peaceful instead. Safe. Like home.

You are the kindest person I know. You give so much of yourself to everyone around you and somehow still wake up every day trying to love people even better than before.

I promise to be your safe place too.

I promise to remind you to rest when you work too hard, to hold your hand through every difficult moment, and to celebrate every beautiful one beside you.

I promise to laugh with you, grow with you, and choose you over and over again for the rest of my life.

You are my best friend, my home, and my heart.

And I can’t wait to spend forever loving you.”

Chan was already wiping tears away before you even finished.

When it was his turn, he laughed softly while trying to collect himself.

“I had an entire speech prepared,” he admitted. “But now I’m standing here looking at you and I can barely think.”

Everyone laughed gently.

Then he looked back at you and his expression softened completely.

“You changed my life in ways I don’t think I’ll ever fully understand.

Before you, I thought love meant constantly proving yourself. Working harder. Being more. But you loved me even on the days when I felt exhausted or overwhelmed or not enough.

You saw every version of me and you stayed.

I promise I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you never question how loved you are.

I promise to listen to you, protect your heart carefully, and make you laugh whenever life gets difficult.

And when we’re old and probably arguing over what music to play in the kitchen, I still want you to be the first person I see every morning.

You’re my person. Forever.”

There wasn’t a dry eye anywhere.

The second the officiant pronounced you husband and wife, Chan kissed you immediately while everyone around you cheered loudly.

And somehow, all the nerves disappeared at once.

By 5 p.m., the reception had officially started.

The ballroom glowed gold under candlelight and hanging fairy lights. Guests laughed over dinner while soft jazz played in the background. The entire room felt warm and full of love.

Chan barely let go of your hand all night.

During your first dance, he pulled you close while the music played softly around you.

“We actually did it,” he whispered against your forehead.

“You sound surprised.”

“A little.”

You laughed quietly while he spun you slowly across the floor.

As the night went on, everything became louder and messier in the best way possible. The members dragged Chan into the middle of the dance floor the second Stray Kids songs started playing. Felix somehow convinced your older relatives to dance with him. Seungmin kept stealing desserts from people’s plates while pretending he wasn’t. Hyunjin cried during his speech and then immediately denied it afterward.

By 9:30, everyone gathered outside for the send-off.

The night air was colder now, ocean breeze brushing against your skin while guests lined the pathway holding sparklers. Warm golden lights surrounded you while cheers and laughter echoed through the dark.

At the end of the driveway waited a silver vintage car decorated with white flowers and a small sign that read Just Married.

Chan opened the door dramatically for you.

“M’lady.”

You laughed while climbing inside beside him.

As the car slowly pulled away from the venue, guests waving behind you, Chan immediately reached for your hand.

“We’re really married,” he said softly.

This time, neither of you laughed.

Outside the windows, the Australian coastline disappeared slowly into the night while your honeymoon tickets sat safely in Chan’s jacket pocket.

Tomorrow, you’d leave for the Caribbean.

But tonight was yours.

A/N

First of all, thank you guys so much for all the love and support on the proposal series 😭 I genuinely didn’t expect people to get so attached to this little universe, but reading all your comments seriously made me so emotional every single time.

And now we’re finally entering the wedding era 🥹

I really wanted this chapter to feel warm and intimate and very “Chan.” Not overly dramatic, just full of love, comfort, and those small emotional moments that make a wedding feel real.

Please let me know what you thought of this chapter because I love reading your reactions so much 💕 And if you want to be added to the taglist for future wedding chapters, leave an emoji in the comments that reminds you of SKZ 🖤

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Painted in You | Hyunjin | 4.

Italy feels like it was never meant to be real.

The Amalfi Coast stretches beneath the villa in endless blues and molten gold, cliffs stacked with pastel buildings that look hand-painted into the mountainside. Lemon trees line winding paths, and the air carries salt, citrus, and late-summer warmth that clings softly to everything it touches.

The wedding is held on a terraced cliffside estate—white marble steps, arched colonnades wrapped in climbing red roses, and flowing fabric draped overhead in soft layers that move with the sea breeze. Below, the ocean shifts endlessly, like it has all the time in the world to watch this moment happen.

Everything is red.

Deep crimson roses woven through ivory florals. Burgundy ribbons tied around candlelight. Warm blush tones melting into golden hour so the entire villa feels like it’s glowing from within.

It doesn’t feel like a venue.

It feels like a memory that hasn’t finished happening yet.

By late morning, Y/N has already stopped pretending she isn’t nervous.

She sits in front of the mirror in the bridal suite overlooking the sea, while someone adjusts the final details of her dress. Ivory silk with delicate red floral embroidery trails down the fabric like something painted by hand. Every breath feels heavier than usual, like her chest is holding too many emotions at once.

Every few minutes, someone asks if she’s okay.

Every time, she says yes.

Every time, it feels less convincing.

Across the villa, the groom’s suite is anything but still.

Hyunjin is standing near the balcony doors, staring out at the ocean like it might steady him.

Then he moves.

Then stops.

Then starts again.

Not pacing in panic—just overflowing.

Like his body can’t hold the emotion quietly.

And then it happens again.

He starts dancing.

Small movements at first. A slow sway. A turn in place. Fingers lifting slightly like he’s tracing music only he can hear. His expression softens as he moves, like the feeling inside him is too big for words but fits perfectly into motion.

One of the coordinators pauses in the doorway.

“Hyunjin… are you rehearsing something?”

He freezes mid-step.

Then laughs softly, a little shy.

“…No,” he admits. “I just do that when I’m nervous.”

The coordinator smiles like that explanation makes perfect sense.

Because it does.

The First Look

The first look happens on a private terrace overlooking the sea.

White marble underfoot. Red roses climbing the arches. Sheer fabric draped above in soft layers that move with the ocean breeze. The sun is lowering now, turning everything into gold and flame.

Hyunjin stands in the center.

Trying.

Really trying.

To stay still.

His hands clasp.

Then unclasp.

Then he exhales, small and uneven, like his body is already ahead of him emotionally.

Behind him, footsteps approach slowly across marble.

Each one tightens something in his chest.

Then—

A soft tap.

He turns.

And everything stops.

Y/N is there.

And Hyunjin breaks immediately.

Not loudly.

Not dramatically.

Just completely, honestly undone.

His breath catches in his throat.

His eyes shine instantly.

And then he laughs—small, breathless, disbelieving—like he can’t believe his own reaction.

“…You’re real,” he says softly.

Y/N smiles. “Unfortunately for you, yes.”

That makes him laugh again through emotion.

A tear slips before he can stop it.

He turns his face slightly, embarrassed, but it doesn’t matter—he’s already gone.

“I thought I’d be calmer,” he admits, voice shaking. “But you look like that…”

He gestures vaguely, like words don’t exist for it.

Y/N steps closer. “Like what?”

Hyunjin swallows.

“Like I’ve been waiting for you my entire life without realizing it.”

That makes his voice crack slightly.

He reaches for her hands immediately.

Careful. Soft. Like he’s holding something sacred.

“I missed you,” he whispers.

And even though she was never gone…

it still feels true.

The Ceremony

By evening, the Amalfi sky burns soft gold into deep blue.

Candles line the aisle in glass holders, their light reflecting across marble and red roses. The ocean below moves endlessly, and the villa feels suspended between sky and water.

Hyunjin stands at the altar.

Still.

But not fully still.

His fingers move faintly at his side like he’s painting invisible shapes into the air, like he can’t keep all the feeling inside his body without letting it leak somewhere.

Then the music starts.

Soft piano.

Slow strings.

And he lifts his head immediately.

Because he sees Y/N.

And everything else disappears.

He doesn’t look away once.

Not even when she starts walking.

Not even when his breath turns uneven.

His expression shifts with every step she takes—softening, unraveling, becoming more openly emotional until there’s nothing left to hide.

When she reaches him, he leans slightly closer before the officiant speaks.

“…You look like a dream I don’t deserve,” he whispers.

Y/N smiles softly. “Too late.”

That makes him exhale shakily.

And the ceremony begins.

The Vows

Y/N goes first.

“I used to think love would feel uncertain,” she says softly. “Like something you had to hold carefully so it wouldn’t disappear.”

A pause.

“But loving you doesn’t feel like that.”

Her voice steadies.

“It feels like warmth I didn’t know I was missing until I finally stepped into it.”

Hyunjin’s eyes soften instantly.

“I love how deeply you feel everything,” she continues, “but still choose gentleness.”

“I love how you see beauty everywhere—even in things other people overlook.”

A breath.

“And I love that you never hold your heart back.”

Her eyes meet his.

“I promise to stay with you in every version of you. Even the quiet ones. Even the overwhelmed ones. Even the ones still learning how to be held.”

A soft smile.

“Because I already choose all of them.”

By the end, Hyunjin looks like he’s holding himself together through emotion alone.

Then it’s his turn.

He exhales slowly.

“I don’t think I’ve ever loved anything halfway,” he starts softly.

A faint, emotional smile.

“It’s always been all or nothing for me.”

His fingers twitch slightly, then still.

“But with you… it doesn’t feel like too much anymore.”

A pause.

“It feels like where all of it was always supposed to go.”

His voice wavers.

“I used to think love would feel like losing control.”

A breath.

“But it doesn’t.”

He looks at her fully now.

“It feels like finally finding something I didn’t know I was missing.”

A small, shaky laugh escapes him.

“I still get nervous,” he admits.

That gets a teary smile from Y/N.

“But I like it,” he continues softly.

“Because it means I still feel everything this much.”

A beat.

“And I will always feel everything this much for you.”

The room goes quiet in that full, suspended way that feels almost unreal.

Reception

The villa transforms as night settles in.

Strings of warm lights stretch across the terrace. Red roses glow in candlelight. The ocean below is dark and endless, but the music and laughter keep everything feeling close, like no one wants the moment to move too quickly.

Hyunjin and Y/N step into the center for their first dance.

He smiles faintly.

“You ready?” he whispers.

“For what?” she asks.

He doesn’t answer.

Because then—

The music shifts.

And the soft opening of What a Wonderful World begins.

Y/N’s expression softens instantly.

Hyunjin steps back slightly.

Not far.

Just enough to look at her properly.

And then he dances.

Alone.

Slow, gentle movement—like he’s trying to memorize the feeling of the world exactly as it is right now. Like nothing about this moment should ever be forgotten.

When the last note fades, he steps forward again and takes her hand like it was always meant to be there.

Send-Off

The villa glows behind them as the night deepens over the Amalfi Coast, candlelight reflecting softly across stone and sea.

Instead of a grand exit, they choose something quieter.

Warm hugs at the gates. Soft laughter. Lingering goodbyes that stretch like no one wants to be the first to let go of the day.

Hyunjin stands beside Y/N near the car, still carrying that quiet, distant look like he’s trying to hold onto everything at once.

He exhales slowly.

“…I don’t want this to feel like it just ends,” he says softly.

Y/N squeezes his hand. “Then don’t let it.”

So it’s gentle.

Unrushed.

But when they finally get into the car, something changes.

The door closes softly.

The road begins to move along the cliffside, ocean stretching endlessly beside them, villa fading into warm gold behind.

Hyunjin watches it for a long moment.

Then—

“Can we stop for a second?” he asks quietly.

The car slows at a quiet overlook carved into the cliff.

He opens the door first.

Outside, everything is still.

Only wind. Only waves far below.

He turns back toward her with a soft, almost shy smile.

“Just one more moment before we leave it behind.”

He presses play on his phone.

And the opening notes of All of Me begin—soft, slow, intimate, wrapping around the night like it belongs there.

Hyunjin steps closer.

No audience.

No choreography.

Just him.

And her.

He lifts her hand gently, like even the air around them might interrupt something fragile.

And they start to slow dance.

Barely moving at first—just swaying in place with the ocean below them and the sky stretching endlessly above.

His forehead rests lightly near hers for a moment.

“…I’d still choose all of you,” he murmurs.

Y/N smiles softly. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

His grip tightens just slightly.

Not desperate.

Just certain.

And for a few minutes, nothing moves forward at all.

It just exists.

With them in it.

Author’s Note

Thank you so much for reading this one 🖤 And for following along through Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, and now Hyunjin’s wedding story.

The switch to All of Me felt perfect for this ending—more intimate, more grounded, and very “Hyunjin just wanting to hold onto the moment a little longer.”

I appreciate all the love and support on these stories more than I can say.

You can also find me on TikTok: @Stray_maniac

Thank you again for reading 🖤

[stray-maniac]

Carry Me Into Forever | Changbin | 3.

The venue in Napa Valley didn’t lean soft or pastel—it leaned intentional.

Everything was layered in deep shades of green. Emerald velvet draped over chairs, sage linen running across long wooden tables, and dark ivy woven through gold arches that framed the entrance like something alive and ancient. The glass conservatory ceremony space rose like a greenhouse cathedral—iron beams overhead, vines cascading down in controlled, elegant layers, and filtered green-gold light pouring through every surface.

Outside, the vineyard blurred into a soft, distant painting.

Inside, everything felt held.

Like the world had agreed to stay quiet for this.

By ten in the morning, Y/N had already stopped pretending she wasn’t nervous.

She sat in front of the mirror in the bridal suite while someone adjusted the final details of her look. Her ivory dress carried a faint green undertone that shifted depending on the light, and her hands kept tightening in her lap without her noticing.

Every few minutes, someone asked if she was okay.

Every time, she said yes too quickly.

Across the venue, the groom’s suite was quieter than expected.

Changbin wasn’t pacing.

That alone told everyone something was different.

Instead, he sat forward on the couch, elbows on knees, staring down at his hands like they were slightly unfamiliar.

His nervous habit was small—but constant.

His thumb kept pressing slowly into the side of his index finger. Reset. Press. Release. A loop he didn’t notice he was repeating anymore.

Then the door opened.

Bang Chan stepped in first, took one look at him, and exhaled like he understood everything without needing it explained.

“Okay,” Chan said quietly. “That’s a lot of internal noise happening at once.”

Changbin let out a short breath. “I’m fine.”

Chan nodded. “You’re doing the hand thing.”

Changbin glanced down. “What hand thing.”

“That one where you pretend you’re fine but your body disagrees.”

A pause.

“…It helps,” Changbin muttered.

Chan didn’t push. He just sat down across from him like this was the most normal thing in the world.

“I did it too,” Chan said after a moment. “Before my wedding.”

That got Changbin to look up.

Chan leaned back slightly. “Different habits, same feeling. Your brain gets loud right before something important.”

Changbin swallowed. “How did you stop it?”

Chan shook his head. “You don’t.”

A beat.

“You just don’t go through it alone.”

Changbin didn’t respond.

But his thumb slowed.

Then stopped for a moment.

A coordinator stepped in gently. “We’re ready for the first look.”

Changbin stood—more controlled this time. More present.

Chan stood with him.

“You’re good,” Chan said simply.

Changbin nodded. “I’m trying.”

“That’s enough.”

The First Look

The first look took place inside the lower conservatory walkway, where glass walls curved into tall iron arches wrapped in ivy. Light filtered through in muted green and gold tones, soft like it had passed through leaves before reaching the room.

It felt suspended.

Not staged.

Just still.

Changbin stood in the center of the path.

Hands clasped.

Then unclasped.

Then clasped again—stopping himself like he didn’t want his nerves deciding for him today.

Behind him, footsteps approached slowly.

Each one tightened something in his chest before he even turned.

Then—

A soft tap.

Everything stopped.

He turned.

And the air in his lungs left him completely.

Y/N was there.

Real. Close. Here.

For a second, his mind went completely blank.

Then it hit all at once.

His eyes went glassy immediately.

Not dramatic.

Just overwhelmed recognition.

“…Oh,” he said softly.

Y/N smiled. “Hi.”

That was what broke him.

A tear slipped before he could stop it, and he let out a short, disbelieving laugh through it.

“I thought I’d be cooler,” he admitted immediately. “This is not it.”

Y/N stepped closer. “You’re already crying?”

“Don’t say it like that,” he said, voice shaking.

He wiped at his face once, frustrated, then gave up halfway through.

“I’m trying really hard to act normal,” he added.

Y/N tilted her head. “Is it working?”

He looked at her properly.

Another tear slipped.

“No,” he said.

Then softer:

“But I don’t think I want to.”

He reached for her hands immediately.

Careful. Steady. Real.

The Ceremony

By late afternoon, the conservatory had transformed.

Green light filtered through glass and ivy, casting shifting patterns across the aisle. Candles lined the floor in tall holders, their flames reflecting in gold-green tones. The entire space felt alive—like it was breathing slowly with everyone inside it.

Y/N stood at the end of the aisle.

When the music started, Changbin lifted his head immediately.

And saw her.

He didn’t look away once.

His eyes stayed glassy, but steady now.

Like he’d decided not to fight the emotion anymore—just live in it.

She walked toward him.

Each step made his expression soften more, unravel more, until he looked completely undone in the quietest way possible.

When she reached him, he leaned slightly toward her before the officiant even began.

“…You’re really doing this,” he murmured.

Y/N smiled softly. “So are you.”

That got him—a shaky breath and a small smile.

Then the ceremony began.

The Vows

Y/N went first.

“I used to think love would feel uncertain,” she said. “Like something you had to protect from disappearing.”

A pause.

“But loving you doesn’t feel like that.”

Her voice steadied.

“It feels like home—but not the quiet kind. The kind that’s loud, messy, warm, and real… but still exactly where I want to be.”

Changbin’s expression softened instantly.

“I love the way you care even when you pretend you don’t notice everything,” she continued.

“I love the way you show up even when you’re tired or overwhelmed or overthinking.”

A breath.

“And I love that you still choose me anyway.”

Her eyes met his.

“I promise to stay with you through everything. The loud days, the quiet days, and the days your mind won’t slow down.”

A small smile.

“Because I already choose you in all of them.”

By the end, Changbin looked completely wrecked in the softest way possible.

Then it was his turn.

He exhaled once.

“I’m not good at saying things perfectly,” he started.

A faint smile.

“So I won’t try.”

A few soft laughs in the room.

His thumb pressed once into his finger.

Then stopped.

“Y/N,” he said softly, “you make everything feel more real.”

A pause.

“Like I wasn’t fully living before you.”

His voice wavered slightly.

“And I didn’t know that until you showed up.”

He swallowed.

“I used to think I had to control everything to be okay.”

A breath.

“But you didn’t ask me to be perfect.”

His eyes lifted to her.

“You just stayed.”

Another pause.

“And somehow that made me feel more steady than control ever did.”

A small, shaky laugh escaped him.

“I still get nervous,” he admitted.

That got a soft laugh from Y/N through tears.

“But I’m not scared anymore,” he continued.

“Because I know where I come back to.”

A beat.

“And I always choose you.”

The room went quiet in that full, warm way that felt like something sacred had just been spoken aloud.

The First Dance

The reception glowed in green candlelight and ivy shadows, music soft and warm as guests gathered for the first dance.

Y/N and Changbin stepped onto the floor.

He smiled slightly.

“You ready?” he murmured.

“For what?” she whispered back.

He didn’t answer.

Because then—

The music shifted.

A beat dropped.

And suddenly—

CASE 143 blasted through the venue.

The doors swung open.

Members of Stray Kids entered in full formation—already performing.

Live.

Right there.

The entire room erupted instantly.

Chan pointed mid-choreo like “this was partially planned emotionally,” while laughing.

Hyunjin hit every move like the floor was a stage.

Lee Know looked personally offended no one told him sooner.

Y/N froze for half a second—then started laughing so hard she almost missed Changbin pulling her into the rhythm.

“You KNEW?!” she shouted.

“I DIDN’T— I SWEAR!” he laughed back.

Chan passed them mid-spin. “WE DIDN’T TELL HIM EVERYTHING!”

The reception turned into full concert chaos—guests cheering, filming, clapping along while ivy and candlelight flickered around the performance.

And somehow, it became the most unforgettable moment of the night.

Send-Off

By the time the night settled, the conservatory glowed softly behind them in green-gold light, like a lantern resting in the dark.

Instead of sparklers, guests lined the path holding paper lanterns on long wooden poles, swaying gently in the night breeze as Changbin and Y/N stepped out.

The path looked like a glowing river stretching forward.

Changbin paused at the entrance, taking it in.

Then looked at Y/N.

“…This is insane,” he said quietly.

Y/N smiled. “Good insane?”

He nodded immediately.

“The best kind.”

He squeezed her hand.

“And I think I know where we’re going.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Oh?”

He nodded toward the car waiting at the end of the lantern-lit path.

Switzerland.

Snowy mountains, quiet air, and places where everything slows down.

“No schedules,” he said softly. “Just us.”

Y/N smiled. “I like that.”

And when they walked down the lantern-lit path together, he wasn’t overwhelmed anymore.

Just steady.

Fully present.

And completely in love.

Author’s Note

Thank you so much for reading this story—especially if you’ve been following along from Chan’s version, Lee Know’s, and now Changbin’s. It genuinely means a lot that you’re here for each member’s story and enjoying them in order 🖤

I’ll be working on Hyunjin’s next today, so stay tuned for that one too!

If you want to support or follow along outside of here, you can also find me on TikTok: @Stray_maniac

Thank you again for all the love and feedback—it really keeps these stories going 🖤

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Till the Last Vow | Lee Know | 2.

Inside, everything glowed in layered shades of violet and soft plum, elegant without feeling overwhelming. Lavender silk draped from the ceiling in loose waves, orchids spilled across mirrored tables, and candlelight reflected gently against crystal glasses until the entire venue looked softened around the edges. Even the atmosphere itself felt quieter somehow, like the room naturally encouraged people to speak softly.

By ten in the morning, the day already felt too emotional to fully process.

You sat near the vanity in the bridal suite while someone carefully pinned the last pieces into your hair. Makeup brushes clicked against countertops, steam curled from untouched coffee cups, and the train of your dress spread across the floor in lace and satin while people moved carefully around it.

Every few minutes, someone asked if you were nervous.

You kept insisting you were fine.

Which was an obvious lie.

Because you were getting married to Lee Know.

To Minho.

And every time the thought settled properly in your chest, your stomach flipped all over again.

Across the venue, Minho looked significantly calmer than everyone expected him to.

Which was exactly how his members knew he was stressed.

He sat sideways on a couch in the groom’s suite, one leg bouncing while he scrolled through the same three apps repeatedly without actually reading anything.

Seungmin watched him over the rim of a coffee cup.

“You’ve checked the weather six times.”

“It could change.”

“We’re indoors.”

Minho ignored him completely.

A coordinator stepped into the room with a careful smile. “We’re almost ready for the first look.”

Minho stood immediately, like he had been waiting for someone to say those exact words all morning.

“You’ll head up to the rooftop greenhouse.”

Hyunjin blinked. “There’s a rooftop greenhouse?”

“It’s private,” the coordinator explained.

“That’s insanely romantic,” Hyunjin said dramatically.

Minho gave him a flat stare. “Don’t make this worse.”

But once the room quieted again, his composure slipped slightly.

He adjusted the cuff of his jacket once.

Then again.

Not nervous exactly.

Just restless in a way that made it obvious he had too many thoughts and nowhere to put them.

The rooftop greenhouse sat above the venue behind ivy-covered glass doors, hidden from the city below like a secret tucked into the skyline. Afternoon sunlight filtered through the glass ceiling in soft gold streaks, warming the pale stone pathways between rows of flowers and climbing greenery.

Lavender vines wrapped around black iron arches overhead while the city stretched blurred and distant beyond the windows.

Minho stood near the center walkway with his hands shoved into his pockets, staring out across the skyline.

One of the coordinators smiled gently. “You can turn around when she taps your shoulder.”

“I know how this works.”

“You look tense.”

“I’m standing.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Before he could respond, the greenhouse doors opened softly behind him.

Your footsteps echoed lightly against the stone floor as you approached.

For a second, he seemed to recognize it was you before you even touched him.

Then your fingers brushed against the sleeve of his jacket.

Minho turned around immediately.

And every thought in his head visibly disappeared.

His expression changed all at once — not dramatically, not exaggerated — just honest enough to make your chest ache.

Like seeing you had completely interrupted his ability to function normally.

For several seconds, he said absolutely nothing.

Then he blinked once and looked away briefly like he was annoyed with himself for reacting so obviously.

“…Wow,” he muttered quietly.

You laughed softly. “That bad?”

“No,” he answered instantly.

Then lower,

“That’s the problem.”

Sunlight spilled across the glass behind you, surrounding everything in pale gold and lavender reflections while Minho stared for another second too long.

“You look scary pretty,” he admitted finally.

You smiled immediately. “Scary pretty?”

“I don’t know,” he muttered. “Leave me alone.”

You laughed harder at that, and some of the tension visibly disappeared from his shoulders hearing it.

He stepped closer slowly, eyes moving over every detail of you like he was trying to memorize the moment properly.

“You’re shaking,” you whispered.

“I noticed.”

“That’s not a denial.”

“I’m choosing not to address it.”

But he reached for your hands anyway, holding them carefully between his.

Then after a moment, quieter this time,

“You actually came.”

You stared at him in disbelief. “Minho.”

“I know,” he said quickly, lips twitching slightly. “I know you were going to. It just feels fake.”

The honesty in his voice softened something in your chest immediately.

“I’ve been thinking about today for a long time,” he admitted after a pause.

You smiled before leaning forward and kissing his cheek gently.

Minho closed his eyes briefly afterward like he needed the reset.

“Okay,” he murmured. “That helped.”

By late afternoon, the venue had transformed completely.

Purple lighting washed softly over the ceremony hall while candles flickered along the aisle in warm reflections. Guests settled quietly into their seats while anticipation settled over the room like another layer of atmosphere.

Minho stood at the front beside the officiant with his hands folded neatly in front of him.

Too neatly.

The kind of posture that meant he was concentrating very hard on not looking nervous.

Then the piano began.

Soft.

Familiar.

The opening melody of Bruno Mars’ Just the Way You Are drifted through the room in a slow instrumental arrangement, delicate enough that it almost blended into the candlelight itself.

Minho’s head lifted immediately.

At first, confusion crossed his face briefly while he tried to place the melody.

Then realization hit.

And for the first time all day, he laughed softly under his breath.

A small, disbelieving smile pulled at the corner of his mouth while he shook his head once to himself.

“You’re unbelievable,” he murmured quietly.

Changbin leaned over slightly beside him. “What?”

Minho ignored him completely.

Because then you appeared.

At the end of the aisle, framed by candlelight and lavender reflections, looking unreal beneath the soft glow of the room.

And suddenly he understood exactly why you picked the song.

His expression softened instantly, every ounce of composure unraveling in the gentlest way possible while the piano echoed quietly through the hall.

He did not look away once while you walked toward him.

Not even briefly.

The closer you got, the more visibly emotional he became despite trying very hard not to show it.

Not crying.

Just completely undone in a quiet, unmistakable way.

By the time you finally reached the altar, Minho looked like he had entirely forgotten there were other people in the room.

You smiled nervously as you stepped beside him.

Before the officiant could even begin speaking, Minho leaned slightly closer toward you.

“I appreciate the song choice,” he whispered.

You blinked up at him, surprised. “You recognized it that fast?”

“It’s not subtle,” he replied quietly.

Then softer,

“But it was a good surprise.”

His eyes moved over you again, still looking faintly stunned.

“You really had to make me emotional before the ceremony even started?”

You laughed softly through your nerves, and Minho’s expression eased instantly hearing it.

Then his fingers brushed against yours briefly before the ceremony officially began.

The ceremony itself was simple and intimate, centered around devotion more than perfection. Around choosing each other intentionally every single day.

When it came time for vows, you spoke first.

“I always thought love would feel uncertain. Like something fragile you had to constantly protect from disappearing.

But loving you has never felt fragile.

It feels steady.

Even when you’re stubborn. Even when you pretend you don’t care about things you care deeply about.

I love the way you pay attention quietly.

I love the way you make space for people without making them feel small.

I love the way you act annoyed when your cats interrupt you but still let them sleep directly on your chest anyway.

I love every version of you. Even the guarded ones.

And I promise to keep choosing all of them.

I promise to stay gentle with your quiet days and patient with your restless ones.

I promise to build a home with you that feels safe enough for honesty.

And I promise that no matter how much life changes around us, I will never stop choosing you first.”

By the end of it, Minho looked dangerously close to emotional devastation.

Which meant he immediately tried to recover with humor.

“I had better vows earlier,” he said into the microphone.

Guests laughed softly.

“Then she started talking and now I forgot all of it.”

You laughed through tears already forming.

Minho looked at you for another second before continuing more quietly.

“You make everything louder in my life.”

A pause.

“But in a good way.”

Another soft laugh moved through the room.

“You talk constantly. You leave cups everywhere. You ask me questions right before I fall asleep.”

You covered your face while laughing.

“But you also make people feel important without even trying.”

His voice softened slightly.

“And somehow, every place feels more comfortable once you’re there.”

He glanced down briefly before speaking again.

“I think before you, I got very used to being alone without feeling lonely.”

Then his eyes met yours again.

“And now I think being without you would feel very different.”

The room fell completely silent.

“I don’t really know how to explain love correctly,” he admitted quietly. “But I know I want to keep finding you at the end of every day for the rest of my life.”

A beat.

“And yes,” he added, “I will continue feeding the cats.”

That finally broke you into helpless laughter through your tears.

When the officiant pronounced you married, Minho smiled first.

Small.

Disbelieving.

Then he pulled you toward him with one hand at your waist and kissed you like he had spent the entire day holding himself back and finally stopped trying.

Warm.

Certain.

Completely unconcerned with the crowd cheering around you afterward.

The reception blurred beautifully after that.

Music echoed through the ballroom while purple lighting softened everything into warmth and movement. Glasses clinked, laughter grew louder, and somehow every hour felt both impossibly fast and dreamlike at the same time.

Minho stayed near you the entire evening almost unconsciously.

A hand resting briefly against your back while moving through crowds.

Fingers brushing yours under the dinner table.

Quiet comments meant only for you during speeches that became increasingly emotional as the night continued.

During your first dance, Minho leaned slightly closer while the lights dimmed around you.

“You look happy,” he murmured.

“I am happy.”

“That’s good.”

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously. “That sounded concerned.”

“I just needed to confirm.”

You laughed quietly, and Minho looked at you afterward like hearing that sound alone settled something permanently inside him.

By eleven, guests gathered outside beneath strings of glowing lights for the send-off.

The venue glowed behind you in soft violet against the dark sky while distant music drifted faintly through the night air.

A sleek black car waited near the entrance.

Minho opened the door dramatically, extending one hand with exaggerated politeness.

“Your husband awaits.”

You paused halfway into the car. “That sounded deeply unnatural.”

“It felt unnatural.”

You laughed while climbing inside beside him as cheers erupted outside one final time.

The door shut.

And suddenly everything became quiet.

For a moment, Minho sat there looking out the window while city lights blurred across his face in reflections.

Then he looked at you.

“We’re married,” he said softly, like he was still testing how the words sounded out loud.

“We are.”

He stared for another second before smiling slowly to himself.

“Hm.”

“That’s your reaction?”

“I’m processing.”

“You’ve had months.”

“Yes,” he replied. “But now it’s real.”

His hand found yours automatically between the seats.

And this time when he smiled, there was nothing restrained about it anymore.

Outside, Gimpo faded gradually into streaks of light while somewhere far away South America waited warm and unfamiliar and entirely yours.

And beside you, Minho looked calmer than he had all day.

Not guarded.

Not pretending.

Just certain.

A/N

Thank you so much for all the love on the previous chapters. I really appreciate every comment and reaction more than I can say.

For Minho, I wanted his vows to feel very him. A bit sarcastic, a bit teasing, but still deeply sincere underneath it all. The kind of love that shows itself in small observations and consistent presence rather than big speeches.

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Golden Hour | Han Jisung | 5.

The Scottish Highlands feel like they were pulled from the pages of a storybook.

Rolling green hills stretch beyond the manor in every direction, painted in shades of emerald, gold, and soft lavender from the wild heather growing across the countryside. Stone walls wind through the landscape, disappearing into distant valleys, while the late summer sun casts everything in a warm glow that makes the world seem softer somehow.

The wedding is held at a historic countryside estate nestled among the hills. The manor itself is built from weathered stone, surrounded by sprawling gardens filled with pale yellow roses, cream peonies, and golden ranunculus. Ivory fabric drapes from wooden beams above the outdoor reception area, moving gently whenever the breeze rolls through.

Everything is yellow.

Not bright or overwhelming.

Soft yellow.

The color of sunlight.

The color of warmth.

The color of happiness.

It feels less like a wedding venue and more like the kind of place people spend years trying to remember perfectly.

By late morning, Y/N has already accepted that she's nervous.

Not anxious.

Not panicked.

Just aware.

Aware that by the end of the day, everything will be different.

She sits near the window of the bridal suite while her hair is finished, looking out across the gardens below. Every so often she catches sight of guests arriving and immediately feels her stomach flip.

Across the estate, Han is discovering that waiting might actually be the hardest part of the entire wedding.

The groom's suite is filled with laughter, music, and the usual chaos that somehow follows Stray Kids everywhere.

Changbin is eating something.

Felix is taking photos.

Seungmin is being annoyingly observant.

Lee Know is enjoying Han's suffering far too much.

Han, however, keeps finding himself drifting toward the windows.

Not because he's checking for Y/N.

Not because he's trying to sneak a look.

He just keeps looking outside.

The whole day feels surreal.

Every few minutes, he'll glance out at the gardens and think:

Oh. I'm getting married today.

Then ten minutes later he'll have the exact same realization all over again.

Eventually Seungmin notices.

"You've looked out that window at least twenty times."

"No I haven't."

"You definitely have."

"I definitely haven't."

"You have."

Han opens his mouth to argue.

Then pauses.

"...Okay maybe a little."

The room erupts with laughter.

"I just can't believe it's actually happening," he admits.

For once, nobody teases him.

Because everyone understands.

Today isn't just another day.

It's the day Han gets to marry the love of his life.

The First Look

The first look takes place in a private garden tucked behind the manor.

Yellow roses climb over stone archways while the afternoon sun filters through ancient trees overhead. Everything is quiet except for birdsong and the occasional breeze moving through the flowers.

Han stands beneath one of the arches trying to stay calm.

Trying being the important word.

His heart has been racing for the last ten minutes.

Not in a bad way.

Just in an overwhelming way.

Because he's about to see Y/N.

The next sound he hears is footsteps approaching across the stone pathway.

His pulse immediately doubles.

A gentle tap lands on his shoulder.

Han turns around.

And immediately forgets every coherent thought he's ever had.

Y/N stands in front of him wearing an ivory gown embroidered with delicate golden flowers.

For several seconds he just stares.

Completely speechless.

Which is rare.

Very rare.

Y/N laughs first.

"You're staring."

"I know."

"Are you going to say something?"

Han opens his mouth.

Nothing comes out.

He laughs.

Then tries again.

"Wow."

"That's all?"

"No, I have more."

He pauses.

"Give me a second."

Y/N starts laughing harder.

And somehow that makes him relax.

A smile spreads across his face.

A real one.

The kind that reaches his eyes.

"You look incredible," he says softly.

Then, after another second:

"Actually no. Incredible isn't right."

"Then what is?"

Han shakes his head.

"I don't know. I write songs for a living and somehow I still don't have the words."

That earns another laugh from her.

He immediately reaches for her hands.

"You look perfect."

The smile Y/N gives him in return becomes one of his favorite memories from the entire day.

Before they separate, Han leans closer.

"Can I tell you something?"

"What?"

"I was doing fine until right now."

Y/N laughs.

"You're a terrible liar."

"Okay, I was absolutely not doing fine."

The Ceremony

As evening approaches, the Highlands glow beneath golden sunlight.

Rows of yellow flowers line the aisle while candles flicker softly between arrangements of roses and greenery. Family and friends fill the seats, their conversations quieting as the music begins.

Han stands at the altar beside the officiant.

For the first time all day, he feels completely calm.

Then he sees Y/N.

And immediately becomes nervous again.

The smile that spreads across his face is impossible to hide.

He doesn't even try.

The closer she gets, the wider it becomes.

By the time she reaches him, he's practically glowing.

"Hi," she whispers.

"Hi."

"You look nervous."

"I am."

That makes her laugh.

And suddenly neither of them feel nervous anymore.

The ceremony begins.

The Vows

Y/N goes first.

She unfolds her paper and immediately smiles at him.

"I used to think I needed someone calm to balance me out."

Han nods confidently.

The guests laugh.

"Then I met you and realized apparently what I actually needed was someone who sends me voice messages that are five minutes long and somehow forgets what he was talking about halfway through."

The audience bursts into laughter.

Han covers his face.

"That's one time."

"It was last week."

More laughter follows.

"But honestly, I wouldn't change any of it."

Her voice softens.

"You make life fun. You make ordinary days feel important. You make me laugh when I don't want to laugh and smile when I don't feel like smiling."

She squeezes his hands.

"I love how passionate you are. I love how deeply you care about people. I love how excited you get when talking about something you love."

Han's smile grows softer.

"And I promise to support every dream, every goal, every song, every random hobby, and every late-night idea that somehow starts with the words, 'Okay, hear me out.'"

The crowd laughs again.

Han points at her.

"Those are good ideas."

"Some of them."

The guests laugh while Han pretends to be offended.

Then Y/N looks at him again.

"And most importantly, I promise you'll never have to go through life alone again. No matter where life takes us, no matter how hard things get, you'll always have someone beside you."

For once, Han doesn't have a joke ready.

He just smiles.

Then it's his turn.

He unfolds his vows.

Looks at the paper.

Looks at Y/N.

Looks back at the paper.

"I rewrote these six times."

Nobody is surprised.

"Actually maybe seven."

The audience laughs.

"I kept trying to make them perfect."

He pauses.

"Then I realized perfection isn't really us."

Y/N smiles immediately.

"What makes us special isn't perfection. It's choosing each other every day anyway."

The room grows quieter.

"Before I met you, I spent a lot of my life worrying about things. The future. Mistakes. Whether I was good enough."

His eyes meet hers.

"But being with you makes everything quieter."

His smile softens.

"Not because you fix my problems. Not because life suddenly became easy. But because now I have someone I want to share everything with."

A small laugh escapes him.

"The good days. The bad days. The days where we order takeout because neither of us wants to cook."

Y/N laughs.

"The days where we watch the same comfort show for the hundredth time."

Another smile spreads across his face.

"You've become my best friend."

His voice becomes gentler.

"The first person I want to tell when something exciting happens. The person I want beside me when things don't go according to plan."

Then he laughs.

"And I promise that fifty years from now I'll still be trying to make you laugh."

"Probably with terrible jokes."

"Definitely with terrible jokes."

The guests erupt with laughter.

Han grins.

"But I'll spend every day making sure you know how loved you are."

His eyes never leave hers.

"Because loving you is the easiest thing I've ever done."

Reception

As night settles over the Highlands, the estate transforms.

Thousands of fairy lights illuminate the gardens while music drifts through the warm evening air. Guests laugh beneath glowing lanterns and long tables decorated with yellow flowers and candles.

The entire evening feels less like a formal wedding and more like the world's happiest family gathering.

Han spends most of the reception moving from group to group, talking, laughing, getting distracted halfway through conversations, taking photos, and somehow ending up in even more photos.

Everywhere he goes, people stop him to congratulate him.

Everywhere he goes, his eyes eventually drift back toward Y/N.

Without fail.

Like he's making sure she's still there.

Like he's still amazed she actually is.

At one point Changbin catches him staring.

"You know she's not going anywhere, right?"

Han doesn't even look away.

"I know."

"So why do you keep checking?"

Han finally glances at him.

"Because she's my wife."

Changbin immediately regrets asking.

The First Dance

As the lights dim slightly, guests gather around the dance floor.

The opening piano notes of Beautiful Things begin to play.

Immediately, Han smiles.

Y/N laughs.

Because she already knows what's about to happen.

The second the lyrics start, Han begins quietly singing along.

Not loudly.

Not for the crowd.

Just for her.

His hand rests against her waist while they sway beneath the lights, and every so often he sings a line directly to her with the biggest smile on his face.

Y/N spends half the dance laughing because he keeps getting distracted by looking at her.

At one point he completely misses a lyric.

"You forgot the words."

"I was looking at you."

"Smooth."

"I know."

She rolls her eyes.

He's still grinning.

By the chorus, they're both laughing.

By the final chorus, Han is singing softly against her forehead while they sway beneath hundreds of glowing lights.

For a few minutes, the entire reception seems to disappear.

No guests.

No cameras.

No expectations.

Just the two of them.

Exactly where they want to be.

Send-Off

Near midnight, guests gather outside the manor beneath strings of glowing lights.

Instead of sparklers, everyone holds small bottles of bubbles.

The moment Han and Y/N step outside, hundreds of bubbles fill the night air.

They drift through the lights like floating pieces of gold.

Children chase them.

Adults laugh while trying to blow the biggest ones possible.

The entire scene feels joyful and slightly chaotic.

Which is exactly why Han loves it.

As they walk through the crowd, bubbles float around them from every direction.

Han keeps stopping to wave at people.

Then stopping again for one more photo.

Then stopping for another hug.

Then another.

Y/N eventually laughs.

"We're never actually leaving, are we?"

"Probably not."

"Han."

"Okay, maybe eventually."

Their families and friends continue cheering as they finally reach the car.

Before getting inside, Han looks back one last time.

At the lights.

At the bubbles.

At the people they love.

At the best day of his life.

Then he turns toward Y/N.

His wife.

The word still feels unbelievable.

A smile spreads across his face.

Warm.

Certain.

Happy.

The kind of smile that only appears when someone realizes they've found exactly where they belong.

He reaches for her hand.

Their fingers intertwine instantly.

"Ready?" he asks.

Y/N smiles.

"Ready."

Together, they climb into the car and disappear into the Scottish night while bubbles continue floating through the golden lights behind them.

For a few minutes, neither of them says much. The excitement of the day settles around them as the manor slowly disappears into the distance.

Then Han reaches over and takes her hand again.

"Mrs. Han," he says, testing the words for the first time.

Y/N immediately laughs.

"You're never going to stop saying that, are you?"

"Absolutely not."

"I knew it."

His grin grows wider as he leans back in his seat.

Tomorrow they would fly to Nice, France, where the next two weeks would be spent wandering colorful streets, eating too many pastries, watching sunsets along the Mediterranean, and enjoying their first adventure as husband and wife.

But tonight wasn't about the honeymoon.

Tonight was about the journey there.

About the vows.

The laughter.

The dancing.

The bubbles still floating through the air behind them.

Han glances over at Y/N one more time and smiles.

The day had been perfect.

Not because everything went exactly according to plan.

Not because every detail had been flawless.

But because at the end of it all, she was sitting beside him.

Exactly where she belonged.

As the lights of the manor faded into the distance and the road stretched ahead of them, Han intertwined his fingers with hers and squeezed gently.

For the first time all day, there was nowhere else he needed to be.

Home was sitting right beside him.

Author's Note

Thank you so much for reading Golden Hour. ☀️💛

I knew from the beginning that I wanted Han's wedding story to feel different from the others. Han is someone who feels deeply, but he's also playful, funny, and endlessly affectionate. Rather than focusing on tears and heartbreak, I wanted this story to capture the warmth, laughter, and comfort that comes with finding your person.

The Scottish Highlands felt like the perfect setting for him—peaceful, beautiful, and full of that golden glow that seemed to follow the entire day. From the yellow roses to the sunset over the hills, I wanted everything to feel like stepping into a memory you'd never want to leave.

One of my favorite parts to write was the vows. Han and Y/N teasing each other in the middle of such an important moment felt very true to who they are. Love isn't always grand speeches and dramatic declarations; sometimes it's laughing together while promising to spend the rest of your lives choosing each other.

And of course, I couldn't resist having Han sing Beautiful Things during their first dance. It felt like something he'd do without even realizing it—completely caught up in the moment and focused only on the person standing in front of him.

The bubble send-off and honeymoon to Nice, France were the perfect ending for a day filled with sunlight, happiness, and new beginnings. No dramatic goodbye. No bittersweet ending. Just excitement for everything still waiting ahead.

Thank you for spending this Golden Hour with Han and Y/N.

Until the next story. ☀️💛

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Stray Kids Weddings Masterlist

Bangchan

Lee Know

Changbin

Hyunjin

Han

Felix

Seungmin

Jeongin

Author’s Note

This masterlist is a work of fiction and is not affiliated with Stray Kids, JYP Entertainment, or anyone connected to them. It’s simply a fan-made project created for entertainment and creative expression.

Everything here is fictional, just “what if” scenarios, wedding themes, and imagined relationships. Any similarities to real events or private lives are completely unintentional.

Stray Kids are deeply respected, and this is written with genuine admiration for their artistry and personalities. I just ask that readers keep the line between fiction and reality in mind while enjoying the stories.

These writings belong to me as the author. Please don’t copy, rewrite, or redistribute them in any form. You’re welcome to reblog them as they are, but not to alter or claim them as your own.

Thank you for reading and for treating my work with care, it genuinely means a lot.

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Chasing Sunlight | Felix | 6

The morning sun stretched across the rolling hills of Queensland's Sunshine Coast Hinterland, painting the landscape in shades of gold and green. Eucalyptus trees swayed gently in the breeze while distant birds called from the forest beyond the estate. The venue sat atop a hillside overlooking endless countryside, with glimpses of the ocean visible in the distance. Decorated in warm ivory, soft sage, dusty blue, and touches of gold, it felt elegant without being extravagant and beautiful without feeling overwhelming.

Most importantly, it felt like Felix.

Inside the bridal suite, however, there was nothing peaceful about the atmosphere.

Your bridesmaids moved around the room in organized chaos, trying to finish last-minute details while simultaneously making each other laugh. Someone was fixing a loose curl, someone else was searching for a missing lipstick, and one unfortunate bridesmaid had somehow spilled coffee on herself less than two hours before the ceremony.

You sat near the balcony doors with your bouquet resting on your lap, trying to focus on the view instead of the way your heart had been racing all morning.

Today, you were marrying Felix.

Not idol Felix.

Not performer Felix.

Just Felix.

The man who remembered your coffee order better than his own.

The man who always reached for your hand without thinking.

The man who somehow made every ordinary day feel special.

The realization hit you all over again.

By tonight, he'd be your husband.

One of your bridesmaids noticed your expression and immediately sat beside you.

"Nervous?"

"A little."

"A little?" she repeated. "You've been staring out that window for twenty minutes."

You laughed.

"Okay, maybe more than a little."

The room erupted into teasing immediately. Someone started a betting pool on whether you or Felix would cry first. Someone else argued Felix had already lost before the ceremony even started.

Honestly?

They were probably right.

Across the estate, Felix wasn't handling things much better.

He wasn't pacing.

He wasn't panicking.

If anything, he looked suspiciously calm.

The problem was that nobody believed it.

"That's the fifteenth time you've checked the rings."

Felix immediately closed the small velvet box in his hands.

"It was not."

Jeongin folded his arms.

"It absolutely was."

Several members nodded.

Felix laughed.

A few minutes later, he opened the box again.

Han pointed immediately.

"Sixteen."

The room burst into laughter.

"Okay, maybe I'm checking them a little."

"A little?" Seungmin repeated. "You look like airport security."

That only made everyone laugh harder.

Felix leaned back in his chair, smiling despite himself. Every attempt to hide how excited he was had failed hours ago. Somehow every conversation kept finding its way back to you.

When breakfast had been served, he'd mentioned your favorite coffee.

When someone asked about honeymoon plans, he'd talked about how excited you were.

When Hyunjin asked if he was nervous, Felix somehow turned the conversation into a story about the first time you'd met.

The members had completely given up pretending not to notice.

"You've talked about Y/N in literally every conversation today."

Felix blinked.

"Have I?"

The room erupted.

"YES."

He opened his mouth to argue.

Then immediately stopped.

Because they were right.

A smile appeared on his face as he glanced out the window toward the ceremony pavilion in the distance.

For a moment, the teasing faded.

"She's going to look incredible."

Nobody joked this time.

Because the way he said it wasn't dramatic.

It was simply true.

Felix had spent years looking at you like you were the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Today wasn't going to be any different.

A little while later, the photographer asked him a simple question.

"What are you most excited for today?"

The answer came immediately.

"Seeing her."

No hesitation.

No thinking.

Just certainty.

And somehow that answer told everyone everything they needed to know.

By early afternoon, the estate looked even more beautiful than it had that morning. The sunlight had softened into a warm golden glow stretching across the hills while guests began arriving and music drifted through the gardens.

Before you knew it, someone was telling you it was time for the first look.

The reality of the day settled over you all at once.

This was really happening.

The coordinators led you down a winding stone path tucked between eucalyptus trees. At the end of the trail was a secluded overlook facing the mountains.

Felix stood waiting near the railing.

For the first time all day, he looked completely still.

The photographer smiled.

"Don't turn around."

"I won't."

"You say that now."

Felix laughed.

"I'm serious."

A moment later, your footsteps sounded behind him.

Felix immediately froze.

The photographer laughed quietly.

"See?"

"I'm not turning around."

"You're thinking about it."

"A little."

The sound of your laughter reached him first.

And somehow that made his heart race even faster.

When you finally reached him, you gently tapped his shoulder.

Felix turned around.

And completely forgot how to speak.

For several long seconds, he simply stared.

His eyes traveled from your veil to your smile and back again as if he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing.

You were smiling by the time tears started filling his eyes.

"Oh no."

You laughed.

"Oh no?"

"You're so beautiful."

His voice cracked so badly that it made both of you laugh.

Felix shook his head.

"No, seriously. You look incredible."

For a few moments, neither of you said much.

Felix simply held your hands and smiled.

The kind of smile that made it impossible not to smile back.

The photographer eventually had to remind both of you that there were photos to take.

Even then, Felix spent most of them looking at you instead of the camera.

As the afternoon faded into evening, guests gathered beneath the wooden pavilion overlooking the hills. White flowers and eucalyptus greenery lined the aisle while string lights hung overhead waiting for nightfall.

At the front stood Felix.

His earlier nerves had returned.

Not because he was scared.

Because in a few minutes he was going to watch you walk toward him.

The moment the music changed and everyone stood, he looked toward the end of the aisle.

And there you were.

The world seemed to slow.

The guests disappeared.

The scenery disappeared.

The music faded into the background.

All Felix could see was you.

Walking toward him.

Smiling.

Looking happier than he'd ever seen you.

Changbin glanced over from the front row.

"He's gone."

Han laughed.

"Completely."

By the time you reached the altar, Felix looked like he was trying very hard not to become emotional.

The smile on his face gave him away completely.

When your hands finally found his, some of the nerves disappeared.

Not all of them.

But enough.

The officiant spoke about friendship, commitment, and choosing each other every day.

And then it was time for vows.

Felix unfolded several note cards.

You immediately started laughing.

"Oh no."

The guests laughed.

"How many pages is that?"

Felix looked down.

"Not that many."

"Felix."

He sighed dramatically.

"Four."

The pavilion erupted.

Felix grinned.

"Y/N, people always ask me what my favorite memory is. The truth is I can never answer because somehow every time I'm with you, it becomes my new favorite."

His eyes never left yours.

"You've made ordinary moments feel important. You've made difficult seasons easier. You've shown me what kindness looks like every single day, and you've taught me that home isn't really a place. It's a person."

His voice softened.

"I promise to choose you when life is exciting and when life is ordinary. I promise to support your dreams, hold your hand through every challenge, and spend the rest of my life making sure you know how deeply you're loved."

A few guests wiped their eyes.

"You are my best friend, my favorite person, and the greatest gift God has ever given me. I love you more than I could ever put into words, and I can't wait to spend forever proving it."

By the time he finished, his eyes were shining.

Then it was your turn.

"Felix, before I met you, I thought people exaggerated when they talked about finding their best friend. Then I met you, and suddenly I understood. You became the person I wanted to tell everything to, the first person I wanted to call when something good happened, and the first person I wanted beside me when life felt difficult."

You squeezed his hands gently.

"You've shown me what kindness looks like, not just in big moments but in ordinary ones. The way you care for people, encourage people, and love everyone around you so intentionally is one of the things I admire most about you."

Several members smiled knowingly.

"And one of the things I admire most is how deeply you love your fans. You've always treated them with kindness, patience, and gratitude, and I promise I'll always support the heart you have for the people who support you."

Felix's expression softened instantly.

You laughed quietly.

"I also promise that I will forever swoon every single time I hear your deep voice."

The guests laughed.

Felix immediately looked embarrassed.

"I'm serious. Everyone else may get used to it, but I never will."

His cheeks turned pink.

The members started laughing.

You smiled.

"I promise to support your dreams, pray for you, celebrate every success beside you, and stand beside you through every difficult season."

Then you paused dramatically.

Felix narrowed his eyes.

"Oh no."

The guests immediately laughed.

You grinned.

"And yes, I promise that one day I will allow you to buy a few actual chickens."

The crowd exploded.

Felix doubled over laughing.

"A few?"

"A few."

"That's negotiable."

"No, it isn't."

The laughter somehow got louder.

You pointed at him.

"And absolutely not hundreds of BbokAri stuffed animals."

Felix placed a hand over his heart.

The members completely lost it.

"That's cruel."

"You already own enough."

"There is no such thing as enough."

You shook your head, smiling.

Then your expression softened.

"But most importantly, I promise to choose you every single day. When life is exciting. When life is ordinary. When things are easy and when they aren't. I promise to be your safe place, your biggest supporter, your best friend, and the person who loves you for the rest of our lives."

By now, tears were filling Felix's eyes again.

This time he didn't even try to hide them.

"I love you."

Felix smiled through happy tears.

"I love you more."

"You literally can't."

"I can."

The guests laughed warmly.

The officiant smiled.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife."

Felix didn't hesitate.

The second he was allowed, he pulled you into a kiss.

The guests erupted into cheers.

And just like that—

You were married.

The reception felt less like a formal wedding and more like the biggest family celebration imaginable.

Dinner stretched late into the evening beneath hundreds of glowing lights while laughter echoed across the lawn. The sunset melted into shades of orange and pink before giving way to a sky filled with stars.

Later, it was finally time for your first dance.

As the opening notes of The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra drifted through the speakers, Felix immediately reached for your hand.

The crowd disappeared almost instantly.

For a while, neither of you spoke.

You simply swayed together beneath the fairy lights while the music surrounded you.

Every time the song mentioned how lovely someone looked tonight, Felix's smile grew wider.

Finally, you laughed.

"What?"

He shook his head.

"Nothing."

"Felix."

He smiled sheepishly.

"It's just... you really do look beautiful tonight."

Your heart melted instantly.

As the song continued, Felix rested his forehead against yours.

For once, he wasn't performing.

He wasn't entertaining anyone.

He was simply a husband dancing with his wife.

And somehow that made the moment even more special.

Halfway through the dance, he leaned down.

"Wife."

You laughed.

"There it is."

"What?"

"You've been waiting all day to say that."

"Correct."

You shook your head.

His grin widened.

"Wife."

"You are unbelievable."

"And yet you married me anyway."

"Apparently."

As the final verse played, he pulled you a little closer.

When the song ended, applause erupted around the room.

Felix didn't immediately let go.

Instead, he smiled down at you and whispered softly enough that only you could hear.

"You know, Sinatra got it wrong."

You laughed.

"How?"

"Because no song could ever explain how beautiful you look tonight."

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter, speeches, dancing, and memories.

Hyunjin somehow convinced several relatives to join a dance circle.

Changbin challenged your cousins to a dance battle.

Seungmin was caught stealing desserts from multiple tables.

Han nearly fell out of his chair laughing during one of the speeches.

And Felix?

Felix spent most of the evening looking for you.

Not because he couldn't find you.

Because every time he did, he got to remind himself this was real.

Near ten o'clock, guests gathered outside with lanterns and fairy lights. Warm lights illuminated the pathway leading away from the venue while the mountains stretched dark against the starlit sky.

Hand in hand, you and Felix walked through a tunnel of cheering family and friends.

At the end of the path sat a vintage cream Land Rover decorated with white flowers.

Felix opened the door dramatically.

"For my beautiful wife."

You rolled your eyes.

But stepped inside anyway.

As the vehicle pulled away, the lights of the venue slowly disappeared behind you.

For a few minutes, neither of you spoke.

Felix simply held your hand, tracing small circles across your knuckles with his thumb.

Finally, he looked over and smiled.

"We really did it."

You squeezed his hand.

"We did."

Ahead of you waited two weeks in Bora Bora, overwater bungalows, crystal-clear water, and sunsets painted in shades of gold and pink.

But for now, none of that mattered.

Because after all the years that led to this moment, the waiting was finally over.

And Felix couldn't stop smiling.

Not because the wedding was perfect.

Not because the day was beautiful.

But because at the end of it all, he got to leave with you.

Forever. 💛☀️

Author's Note

Felix was probably one of the easiest members for me to imagine as a husband because so much of who he is already feels rooted in kindness, loyalty, and love. While writing this story, I wanted the wedding to reflect those qualities—not through a grand venue or extravagant details, but through the little moments that make a relationship feel real. The nervous smiles, the inside jokes, the way he looks at Y/N when she isn't paying attention, and the quiet certainty that he would spend the rest of his life choosing her.

I chose the Sunshine Coast Hinterland because it felt like the perfect reflection of Felix himself. Warm sunlight, rolling hills, eucalyptus trees, and a relaxed atmosphere that feels beautiful without trying too hard. In my mind, Felix was never the groom focused on having the biggest wedding. He was the groom who only cared about one thing: seeing Y/N.

My favorite part to write was the first look. There's something so special about imagining Felix standing there trying to stay calm, only to completely forget every coherent thought the second he turns around and sees the person he loves. Out of every moment in the story, that one felt the most like him. Not because he cried or got emotional, but because he looked at Y/N with the same warmth and admiration that he's always shown the people he cares about.

I also loved writing all the little details that made the relationship feel lived-in. The chicken debate, the BbokAri argument, Felix accidentally bringing Y/N into every conversation, and his inability to stop smiling all day. Those moments remind me that the strongest relationships aren't built on perfect romantic speeches. They're built on friendship, laughter, and knowing someone so well that even your arguments become cherished memories.

At its heart, this story isn't really about a wedding. It's about finding someone who feels like home. Someone who makes ordinary moments special, who stands beside you through every season, and who still makes your heart race years later. For Felix and Y/N, that person will always be each other.

And somewhere in Bora Bora, Felix is probably still trying to convince his wife that he needs more chickens.

Spoiler alert: he's still losing that argument.

☀️💛🐥