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[WEDDING DAY]

The suite buzzed like a soft storm — brushes tapping, steamers hissing, zippers zipping. Felix sat in front of the vanity, a flurry of stylists bustling around him.

His dark brown tuxedo was fitted like a second skin — sleek lapels, a white dress shirt underneath, and a slim black bowtie sitting perfectly at the base of his throat. A crisp white rose was pinned to his lapel, the same as Minho's. Matching.

Too matching.

“Can you lower the collar just a bit?” a stylist asked gently, adjusting his hair behind his ears.

Felix barely nodded, eyes flicking toward the door again.

“Han still not here?” he asked one of the assistants quietly.

“Not yet, sir.”

“Hyunjin?”

“No word from him either.”

His fingers curled tightly in his lap.

“Tell them to check if they’re at the venue,” he said softly.

“Of course.”

But his gut already told him the truth.

They were there.

Just… not here for him.

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[CEREMONY VENUE – LATE AFTERNOON]

The aisle was lined with white roses and warm gold lights. Elegant glass chairs stretched in rows across the lawn, soft piano music playing in the background. The guest list was tight — a blend of family, a few business associates, and cameras from every angle.

Felix took a deep breath as he stepped out of the glass-paneled penthouse doors.

The sun hit him square in the face.

He squinted toward the back rows of the garden, past the crowd, and then he saw them.

Hyunjin and Han.

Standing under the trees behind the guests.Not sitting.Not clapping.Not smiling.

Hyunjin had one hand in his trouser pocket, the other resting lightly against the fence. Han stood beside him, arms crossed, leaning just slightly into him. Casual. Like none of this had to mean anything.

Felix swallowed hard.

And walked down the aisle.

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Minho stood at the altar — black tuxedo pressed, silver tie sharp, face unreadable. He didn’t look at Felix until the latter was standing directly in front of him.

The priest read the vows. Formal. Precise. Scripted.

“Do you, Lee Felix, take Lee Minho as your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to hold, in sickness and health, until death do you part?”

His eyes flicked between the crowd.His parents mouthing: “Say it.”Hyunjin, watching with an expression like this was all part of a long, slow game.

“…I do.”

The words were bitter on his tongue.

But he said them.

The crowd stirred, preparing for applause.

Then—

“And do you, Lee Minho, take Lee Felix as your lawfully wedded husband—”

Silence.

A beat.Then another.Still nothing.

The priest looked up, confused.

“Sir?”

Minho blinked — like he’d just returned from somewhere far away.

His father stepped forward to prompt him, a hand on his shoulder.

But it was too late.

“No,” Minho said clearly. Firm.“I can’t.”

Felix felt every eye turn to him. But he wasn’t even breathing anymore.

Minho turned… and walked.

Walked right down the aisle.Right into the flashing lights.Right past Hyunjin — but not before reaching out…

…and grabbing Han Jisung’s hand.

Tight. Unashamed. Televised.

And Hyunjin?

He just… smirked.

Like he knew.

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[FELIX’S SUITE – 20 MINUTES Later]

The heavy door shut behind them with a soft thud. The room still smelled faintly of hairspray, expensive perfume, and wilted roses.

Felix sat on the velvet edge of the bed, tux undone halfway — collar loose, shirt parted to reveal the elegant line of his throat and collarbones. His eyeliner had smudged faintly beneath his lashes.

But god, he still looked like a sin dressed in silk.

The kind Hyunjin would ruin himself over.

Hyunjin stepped inside slowly, black suit still on, but the top buttons of his shirt were undone. His chain gleamed just faintly under the light. His expression? unreadable — until the door clicked shut, and he locked it behind him.

Felix’s voice cracked first. “You knew, didn’t you?”

Hyunjin didn’t answer right away.

He crossed the room like a storm in slow motion — graceful, dangerous, deliberate — and knelt in front of him, hands resting lightly on Felix’s knees.

“You looked beautiful today,” he said instead.

Felix’s brows furrowed.

Hyunjin’s voice was low. “I saw everything. Every twitch of your fingers. Every time you looked around hoping I’d stop you.”He reached forward, fingers grazing Felix’s parted shirt. “You wanted me to. Didn’t you?”

Felix swallowed. Hard.

“I—I…”

Hyunjin leaned in, lips brushing the inside of his wrist as he whispered:

“Marry me.”

Felix’s breath hitched.

“What…?”

“Let’s give them what they want. The Hwang-Lee merger. The headlines. The fucking fairytale ending they’ve been wetting themselves over.”Hyunjin looked up — eyes molten, jaw sharp, voice sinful.“But this time, you get the groom you actually want.”

Felix’s chest rose and fell.

His voice came out broken. “Hyunjin…”

Felix’s fingers trembled as they reached for Hyunjin’s face. The touch was soft — scared.

“What if I say yes?”

“Then I’ll make you mine,” Hyunjin said, standing slowly, pulling Felix with him by the waist. “In front of everyone.”

He bent, brushing their lips together — not a kiss, just a breath away. Teasing. Dangerous.

“Or right now. In this room.”

Felix blinked, dazed. “My parents—”

“Aren’t here.”

Then — the kiss landed.

Hard.

Wet. Desperate. Hungry.

Felix moaned into it, hands gripping Hyunjin’s jacket like a lifeline. He melted instantly — back arching, jaw parting, tongue tangling with his like they’d waited too long for this.

When they finally broke apart — breathing like they’d run a marathon — Hyunjin pressed their foreheads together.

“You were never meant to be anyone else’s.”

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[MINSUNG SUITE]

Minho stood, still half in his tux, shirt open to reveal his chest, as Mr. Hwang paced the floor like a volcano on legs. Mrs. Hwang sat on the edge of the sofa, face pinched, legs crossed.

“You made a spectacle of us—!”

“I made a decision for once in my fucking life!” Minho snapped, voice sharp as cut glass.

Han sat quietly in the corner, legs crossed, biting his tongue. Watching.

Mr. Hwang slammed a hand against the table. “What about the Lee family? What about the merger? What about everything we gave you?”

“You want someone to sell their soul? Sell yours.”

The room froze.

Then—

The door swung open.

Hyunjin strolled in like a man with nothing to lose — shirt still half-untucked, lips a little swollen. Felix trailed behind him.

They didn’t look like victims.

They looked like gods.

“I’ll marry Felix,” Hyunjin said simply. “Problem solved.”

Mrs. Hwang stared. “And what does Felix think of this… spontaneous offer?”

Felix stepped forward. Head high. A slow smile curling his lips.

“I think I said ‘I do’ already today.”

Hyunjin turned his head, eyes gleaming.

“And this time, it actually means something.”

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                        "THE END"