Chapter 37 “Oh my gosh, I can’t do this Minho.” Her heavenly lips were trembling inside her pretty laced white veil. I looked at all our invited guests and then at my bride, Oh no. An hour ago... “Minho! Looking good...” Onew scans me in my tux while Jonghyun mutters,”I’m so jealous. You look so tall and masculine.” I just sneared at him in response. “Where is Key and Taemin?” “Oh, about that. They might be a little late.” Jonghyun explains. “But we are here!” Onew exclames whilst he holds his lovely wife Bora. “I suddenly remembered our wedding, Yeobo.” Bora says. After a little catching up and sharing of laughter with the boys and their wives we decided to head out to the church venue. A hired driver, drives the limo we used for my bachelor party which still contains a delish champagne and a promiscuous pole at the center. I want to tell you all about my feelings, reader. Since I woke up this morning I’ve barely relaxed. Emotions were flooding me and my hands are shivering cold. Worst is I have to wake up without Sulli by my side. My mother and Sulli’s eomma helped in arranging this whole celebration from the wedding planner to the reception event. The effort Sulli and I only exerted was with choosing the colors and designs and all the tasting stuff and of course, the compensating the whole thing part. While I try to calm my , I chugged down a glass of my sparkling drink and closed my eyes while my company teases me for being so nervous. As we reached the church, I inhaled a lot of courage. I am confused why I am so nervous but there is one thing that doesn’t... The fact that I am severely happy. Sulli and I minimized the guest list into our friends at SM and our main families. The first one who greeted me as I got out of the car is my best man, my brother. “I can’t believe it. My little bro is getting married.” He embraces me and the drill goes on from my parents to my friends and they actually made me feel lighter. But the sound of the wedding planner making us get ready, exhilaration creeps in again. I walked the aisle with shaking legs and I brushed my thumbs to the button at the center of my tuxedo while I return the smiling faces of the people dear to me in the benches. Finally, I reached the very end where I am close to the altar. I faced the familiar crowd before me all dressed up and I made eye contact to my mom who is looking at me lovingly, holding my dad’s arm. I can’t believe this is it. After the long wait of our dramatic relationship we are giving ourselves to each other. The memories we’ve been through is flashing before my eyes. I was able to recall all of our firsts... First tv drama, kiss, conversation, sight, make out, fight, break up, I love yous. Until the song that describes our love story played as the wedding march, God Gave Me You. No one spilled the beans about Sulli’s dress or how beautiful she is when it is clear that all I can think about is how divine she would look in her white wedding dress and the atmosphere she is going to create. To speak of the truth, I did not care about my friends walking down the aisle, I just continued to anticipate my love. The chorus of the song began and lights blinded me from the view b