Jaebeom admired his reflection in the mirror, straightening the lapels of his tuxedo. He felt confident and stylish, but he couldnāt shake the feeling that he wasnāt quite ready to walk his sister down the aisle or stand at the end of the aisle for his fiancĆ©e.
āStop fidgeting,ā the old man who owned the store instructed, pinning the jacket for alterations. āYouāve been doing this since you were a boy. If you donāt stop, Iāll use this needle on you.ā It was true; Mr. Jung had been dressing him, his brother, and father since he could remember.
Jaebeom, feeling embarrassed, chuckled. āYouāre right. I apologize,ā he said, his voice reminiscent of a child. āYouāve met Lisa. I have to ensure that this is flawless.ā
āAnd the lucky lady?ā Mr. Jung asked. āHow did you know she was the one?ā
For the first time since their fitting appointment, Jaebeom broke into a smile. āHaeyoon?ā he whispered. āSheās a dream come true. Funny, intelligent, and courageous,ā he listed a few qualities that had captivated him when he first met the extraordinary girl from another world. āAfter our first date, when we said goodnight, I felt her absence in my chest. I canāt imagine my life without her.ā He was aware that his words sounded like those of a lovesick fool, but for Haeyoon, he didnāt care.
The elderly man smiled at the man in front of him, recalling the boy from years ago. āIām delighted that youāve found such a loving partner. You truly deserve it.ā
