What would you do if you meet your first love again in the most inconvenience time?

What would you do if you still had feelings for your first love when you’re supposed not to have it?

What would you do if you still had some unfinished business with your first love?

What would you do if your first love invades your life once again when you’re supposed to have a new chapter of life?

Nothing you can do besides you’re feeling twice loved.

Prologue

Expectations and reality is a two opposite pole that never be the same.

Park Chorong felt her lung burning with nervousness and it suffocating her once she stares herself in front of a huge mirror. Her hair probably already damped due the perspirations that already running down her pores. She raised her head carefully while her hands which also damped holding a bouquet. She could see clearly her body covered with a beautiful white dress that hugged her curves perfectly.

She looks beautiful; nothing can compare the beauty of soon-to-be-bride woman.

She grinned happily; she’s indeed looked very beautiful and totally different. The shop keeper that helped her getting dress told her that she looked magnificent for the nth times already. She couldn’t count it. She smiled happily, so this is how she looked if she wore a beautiful wedding dress.

“Miss, you can go out right now…”

She turned her head and shook her head softly; her wedding veil also shook in rhythm, “No, I can’t.”

The shop keeper furrowed in confusion to hear her reaction, but she immediately shook her head once again, “No, I mean, wait a minute… I’m nervous…”

The shop keeper grinned cheerfully, “Of course you’ll get nervous, Miss. Your soon-to-be-husband waiting for you outside, and I’m sure that he’s as nervous as you.”

“But, spare me a little time, I still need to calm myself first.”

The shop keeper nodded her head, “Okay, then I’ll wait for you behind that door.” She walked passed her and entered the door right away.

Chorong heaved a deep sigh; she turned her body around, still amazed with the fact that she indeed looks very beautiful with the wedding dress on.

Wedding dress, the dream dress that every woman dreamed of, and she finally got a taste on how it feels to be covered with the magnificent dress. Ever since a little she always dreamed to be a bride someday and for some months onwards, she’ll become one, a happy bride. She will walk down the altar with her father while her husband-to-be will wait for her in the altar.

She remembers the time when she used to play as a bride with her friends. That’s a beautiful memory to cherish before she finally walked down the altar.

She raised her head once again and stares her reflections on the mirror, her cheeky smiled faded away slowly as her gaze turned intense. She sighed and touched her dress with her other hands.

“How are you?” She muttered under her breath, much likely talk to herself, “I’m getting married in three months… How about you? Are you finally met the woman you’re going to marry?”

Her gripped on her bouquet tightened as she felt the lack of air that burned her lungs again, but this time not because the nervousness. The pain inside her chest throbbing, her heart pumped her blood furiously and she unconsciously clutched her right hand in front of her chest, as if trying to confront the pain away.

Her eyes started to moist, she’s likely dying.

“Chorong-ah, are you done? It’s already 20 minutes…”

She heard her husband-to-be’s voice calling for her and she immediately wiped her eyes before he noticed that she’s already burst into tears. She took a long breath before exhale it slowly, trying to compose her breakdown self. She turned her body toward the door and knocked on it. The shop keeper entered the changing room and smiled at her politely.

“Are you ready, Miss?” She asked her carefully.

Chorong nodded her head and turned her body, back facing the mirror and waiting behind the huge curtain. The shop keeper smiled again and walked toward the end of the round-shaped room and helped her opening the curtain.

She was nervous; her heart still furiously pumped her blood and the curtain finally opened. She could see her husband-to-be jumped from his seat and smiled widely once he spotted her in a beautiful wedding dress.

“It suits you very well, dear…” He voiced out in amazed.

Chorong raised her head and smiled, “Do you like it…?”

He nodded his head, showing his satisfaction, “Very much and I cannot wait for the next three months.”

All she could was smile to see her husband-to-be seemed very pleased and satisfied with their choice of dress.

“Let me take a picture for you…” He took his phone and captured his beautiful bride.

On the other hand, she smiled gleefully while her heart was crying for missing her first love. She knows it was wrong, but she can’t help it. Today was marking the seventh years of their separations.

And yet she’s still missing her first love.

Fanfics Trailer by Kpopperworld Daebak @ Summer Breeze