Haneul’s POV

“We were never meant to be, Junhyung.” I said.

He stared at me, jaw dropped slightly.

“If we were meant to be, we would not have gone through so much. We would not have lost the three years. We would not have argued so much. We would not have even separated and perhaps we would have gotten married earlier.” I said.

“Lion..ny..” I think I heard him mumble.

He clenched his jaw and looked down with a frown.

I turned to the crowd who all looked at me as thou I just said something wrong. I met eyes with my parents, with Junhyung’s parents and his brother, Jace, MBLAQ, Beast, Ahjumma. They all looked confused and upset. Did I say something wrong?

“Am I not right to say that, Junhyung?” I looked at him.

He looked up at me. He tried to blink away the tears that were swimming in his eyes, but failed. Why was he crying?

“No. You.. You’re right.” He said, as soft as a whisper.

“We’re not meant to be.” I said.

“Yes. I.. I was.. wrong. We’re not..” He mumbled, looking down.

“But, we made it.” I said.

He looked up at me.

He opened his mouth to produce a ‘huh’ I assume, but no sound came out. Despite that, his expression told it all.

“We’re not meant to be, but we made it, didn’t we?” I asked.

“It may have been fate that brought us back together over, and over again. But it is the effort from the both of us that brought us here today.” I said.

He let his tears flow openly.

“We found happiness in pain, and it is not just my effort alone. You made it happen, I made it happen, we made it happen. We may not be meant to be, we may not be so blissful like couples who never argued at all, but we’ve been through so much together, happiness, bitterness, pain. Honestly, this morning I was scared. I thought to myself, can I do it? Should I back out?” I said.

He frowned and looked down, but I raised his head up.

“But in the end, as I thought back on everything that happened between us, if we could get over that, we could make this happen, we could make us happen. EAnd you made me sound like I am some sort of angel. You're giving everyone the wrong impression of me, Junhyung ah~ You know I am not perfect. I am messy and grumpy. I hit and curse at you. I can't cook you a good meal. I scold you all the time. I whine for things I want. I get angry when you don't give me what I want. I'm just a typical girl. I am normal. But you put up with me. I don't deserve it all, but you did it for me." I said.

"You said I changed your life, and you changed mine too. You taught me how to love and care for someone else apart from myself. You made me understand that in love, fate is just a small part, effort holds the biggest part. In the give and take rule, you're forever the giver, while I just took and took and took, yet you never once complained. You allowed me to be childish, to be selfish, to throw tantrums, to be ridiculous, to go crazy, to be... me. You're all I can ever ask for, Junhyung. The list on 'How perfect Yong Junhyung is' can go on and on until everyone present here today grows old but still have to sit here and listen because I have not finished. I can even write a book, it'll have ten volumes at least, each volume about an encyclopaedia thick.” I said as I wiped off his tears.

“Therefore, I would not continue. But if anyone wants to know, we can talk, but we need a lot, a lot of time. Be ready for that." I told the crowd.

They laughed and nodded.

"And I know what you are going to say. You're not perfect, right? And then you'll start to list your flaws. Neither am I perfect. I have flaws too, I just listed them. But Darling, you're perfect for me. Including your flaws." I said.

"In front of everyone here today, I, Haneul, take you, Yong Junhyung, to be my lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.” I said, cupping his cheeks.

“I may not have the prettiest face for you to look at, I may not have the greatest body for you to hold, I may not be able to cook you a great meal, I may yell at you for no reason at times, but I have the biggest heart to love you, to care for you, to endure bad times and share happy times with you, to be there for you when everyone else turns their back on you. And even if one day, you tell me ‘Lionny, let’s buy a live chicken, because I want to learn the sound it makes and imitate it, and then I want to come up with a rap album for chickens. As stupid and ridiculous as it sounds, please know that I’ll do it with you. I’ll never let you do stupid stuff alone. I’ll never let you be alone. That, I promise you.” I said.

“I do, Junroro. I fuc… I freaking do. I love to. I want to. I need to. I do.” I said to him.

He was crying and laughing at the same time. The crowd cheered and made catcalls, but my eyes were only focused on the crying smiling man in front of me.

“Stop crying. Why are you crying?” I said, loud enough for him to hear.

“I thought… you…” He sobbed.

“Thought I what? Came all the way here dressed up just to reject you in front of the whole world and then walk off? Am I mad?” I laughed.

“You’re always… doing this to me. You're always scaring me.. I almost fainted.” He pouted.

“I’m sorry. I kind of realized my expression and word choice was wrong. I never meant to scare or tease you today. No wonder everyone was staring at me hahaha.. Stupid mistake. Sorry. But why do you look like you’re going to faint still? Are you alright?” I said.

He nodded, smiling at me.

“Do you?” He asked.

“I love to.” I said.

After the crowd quiet down, we turned to the priest. He looked at us with a smile.

“You, young lady here, almost gave us all a heart attack.” He teased me.

“I’m so sorry.” I said.

“Alright, do anyone have any objections towards the marriage of this couple? Speak now or forever hold your peace.” He said to the crowd.

Junhyung and I had our hands intertwining tightly on each other. We were looking at each other, making weird faces at each other for fun.

“Alright, since…” The priest spoke, and then stopped.

“Sir?” The priest asked.

“Can I say something?” The voice said.

Junhyung and I looked at each other with wide eyes, and then we turned back to see who it was.

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Haneul: I do, Junroro. I fuc… I freaking do. I love to. I want to. I need to. I do.

Voice: Can I say something?