“Are you, Byun Baekhyun, agreed to take Park Chanyeol as your husband and cherish him till the end of your life?”

Wedding vow were supposed to be an integral part of a wedding. It supposed to be perfect. It supposed to move you to the point that you let out few drops of tears because it moved you so much.

“Yes, I do”

But that the keyword,

Supposed

What Baekhyun was feeling at the moment was nowhere near there. He felt angry, sad, used. He clinched his fist into a tight grip, feeling it shaking with anger from the layer of patience that he put up with it.

“You may now kiss”

And there it was, the kiss that supposed to be shared with someone that he truly cherished. Not just a mere stranger he just met that day.

But really, who was he to deny his father?

No one.