A/N: Thank you all for being so patient! My arm is all better and ready to write!

An hour or so later everybody is in the ballroom for the reception. (A/N: The ceremony went on for a while, because it was in English then Korean, so it's night now) You and Sunny have taken your couple's photos with Taeil and changed into traditional Korean hanbok to accustom to both of your cultures. You're walking around, hand in hand, thanking each table of people for coming. You reach the "parents table" and smile upon seeing both of your sets of parents talking with the help of a translator. You approach them and they turn to you two, and you both bow in unison.
"I'm so happy for you two." Your mom says. "You're truly perfect for each other, and I'm happy to add you to our family, Sunny." 
"T-Thank you Mrs. ___-"
"Call me mom." 
Sunny smiles wider, on the verge of crying again. You squeeze her hand and she looks at you, letting out an overjoyed laugh. You hear someone clearing their throat on the other side of the table and you turn to face Sunny's parents. You let go of Sunny's hand for a moment to give a deep bow on the floor to her dad, and you stand and give a 90 degree bow to her mom. 
"Soongyu, I will admit we were very upset when you first told us after all this time that you were marrying a girl. But now that we've seen you two at the ceremony and walking around here, we can see you two really love one another. I approve of you two, and I am honored to bring _____ into this family." Her dad says, and Sunny breaks away from your hand to give him a big hug. Tears fall again, and her dad holds her tight. You can hear her muffled words from the embrace.
"All I've ever wanted was for you to like her."

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After you've said thank you to every table, you and Sunny return to your table to eat your first meal as a married couple together. The waiter puts a cardboard box in front of you two, and you exchange happy glances before ripping it open to devour the Goobne Chicken inside. You feed Sunny some with a fork, and she does the same while holding a drumstick in front of you with her hand. At one point during your meal, you stop eating and just watch Sunny. You forget about everyone there, and just focus on her. She's beautiful. Everything about her makes you go crazy. The way you can tell when she's going to laugh, because she speeds up her words before cracking up. The way her hair always seems to fall perfectly back in place, even after she flings it back and forth. Even the way she can sit for hours at a time in the living room working on a puzzle or a lego structure. After a few minutes, Sunny looks over and sees you staring at her. She giggles and puts her chin in her hands, staring back. You stick out your tongue, smiling brighter. Suddenly, Sunny leans over and gives you a kiss, followed by a collective "Awwww" from the surrounding tables who had seen the whole thing. You blush as she sits back down, and you start eating again to try and get the eyes off of you. 
"I can't believe you still blush when I kiss you! We're married!" She says, giggling. You scrunch your nose and chuckle, taking more bites of the chicken. 

Once you've finished your dinner it's time to have your first dance. You two double check each other's faces to make sure they're free of food, then you walk hand in hand onto the dance floor. Your family and friends clap their hands as you make it to the middle, holding each other close. You look over and to your horror, the DJ isn't there. Before you have the chance to panic, you see a line of people head over to you from the other side of the room. The line has all 8 members of SNSD, along with a small band consisting of a violin, a piano, a drummer, and a saxophone. They get into position in front of the DJ stand, and bow. You turn to Sunny who's beaming, and you smile as well. The song starts playing, and along with it comes the girls' voices. Tiffany sings the first lyrics and Sunny gasps, smiling. They're singing Romantic St. You start dancing together,  twirling around. When Sunny's part comes up, she stops dancing and Tiffany hands her a mic. She takes your hand in hers and gazes into your eyes as she sings.
"In my case, it was you." She sings, and you smile brighter than you ever thought possible. She hands Tiffany the mic back and takes you in her arms, twirling you around again like a princess. She then rests her head on your shoulder and you hold her tight, swaying back and forth. As the song ends, you kiss the top of her head lovingly. The people around you cheer, and you continue to hold each other close. Next is th