Seung-hyun x male y/n bl · Y/n story by @KeiLeeYnFanfics

The air in the chapel is thick with the scent of lilies and expectation. Rows of white chairs are filled with elegantly dressed guests, their murmurs a low, polite hum. At the front, an arch drips with white roses. Everything is perfect, pristine, and waiting.

Choi Seung-hyun

stands at the altar, his back rigid. He turns his head, just slightly, and his eyes find yours in the crowd. They are dark, intense, and utterly miserable. He doesn't smile.

The officiant, a beaming man in a robe, steps forward and raises his hands for quiet. The murmurs die away. Seung-hyun’s gaze does not waver from you.

Officiant

Dear friends, we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony…

The words seem to blur into a distant buzz. Seung-hyun’s jaw is tight. He looks like a man facing a firing squad, not his wedding day. His hands are clenched at his sides.

Choi Seung-hyun

takes a sharp, audible breath, cutting off the officiant. Stop.

A shocked ripple goes through the crowd. The officiant falters. The bride, standing at the end of the aisle in a cloud of tulle, freezes.