#( kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa)

Happy Birthday, Shoutarou

She had been staring at her reflection for hours now. White long dress, hair purposely curled into a messy perfection, splashed and crowned with flowers. What she saw in the mirror was a beautiful lady. But a tensed one. It wasn’t her first to be presented this way, but today is different. Today, she would present herself to the man that she love. To offer herself to be his forever. Today, she’s going to be his wife. She’d already surrendered trying to calm herself from the thought of what’s going to happen, -and she only prays everything will be just fine. That she won’t trip or stutter in front of him. She wanted to be the best -even just for today. Did everything happen too soon? It all came in like a blink. She could still remember how awkward it was when they first met, and the wild currents she felt when their skin first touched that night she was sick. But no, her heart’s beating faster than the day their lips first met -she knew telling her that it’s the right thing, that it won’t stop until she have him. She was all ready waiting for the signal to go and yet she was still all fidgety. Taking her phone, she sends a sweet message for her groom. [sms] Hi handsome! Today’s the day isn’t it? I am so nervous! -and yet I am so excited as well. To be with you forever. I have never been too sure in my life. I’ll see you in the isle my love.

This is the day. The day he's been waiting for all his life. Albeit he cannot remember the first time dreamed his wedding night, he do however remember the very first time he saw her, and realized she's the one. Those sweet memories that will recollect for the rest of their lives, shared to their future kids and the next generation. Their first meeting. Their first kiss. Their wedding day. The vows, and the first day he'll call her wife. Alone in the room as he prepared for the day, Kiyong cannot hide the tremble of his hands as he fixed the fold of his white shirt. ㅡ a perfect attire for a beach wedding; not thin enough nor too thick, just the perfect fit. Just like the day. The groom thought that it'll be cold to do the wedding on early March, but perhaps it's the heaven's gift for them, spring has began early than expected. Kiyong smiled at his own reflection, and tried to erase the crease of uneasiness from his expression. He sighed, and whispered. "Goodluck, lucky man"  Kiyong sat on the bed, also waiting for the signal from the wedding planner. He held both of his hands, and breath in and out. The more he waits, the more he gets nervous. But the message he received from her put a wide smile on his face, and calmed his heart. Sheㅡ the only person who tuned him to his best, every time.

[ sms ㅡ my future wife ❤️ ] I'm so nervous too, but super excited. In a few minutes, you'll be my wife. Ah, I can't wait.   [ sms ㅡ my future wife ❤️ ] You still have time to back outㅡ though I'll probably run to you if you did. ㅋㅋ  [ sms ㅡ my future wife ❤️ ] .see you soon, my love.