I clasped my hands around his, gripping them while looking into his eyes lovingly. "Do you, kwon jiyong, take kim taeyeon as your wife for sickness in health, for richer or poor, and for the better or worse?"

Jiyong looked down at me, his eyes glistening in the light. "I do." He said.

"So you, kim taeyeon, take kwon jiyong as your husband for sickness in health, for richer or poor, and for the better or worse?"

I looked back at him with as much love I could give him through eye-contact.

"I do."

The priest leaned back, closing his bible. "You may now kiss the bride."