A year to the day after I stood at the end of an aisle in Vegas, I found myself waiting for Dara again, this time in a gazebo overlooking the rich blue waters surrounding Jeju. I pulled at my bow tie, pleased that I had been smart enough not to wear one last time, but I also didn’t have to deal with Bom’s “vision” last time.

White chairs with orange and purple ribbons tied around their backs sat empty on one side, the ocean sat on the other. White fabric lined the aisle Dara would walk down, and orange and purple flowers were pretty much everywhere I looked. They did a nice job. I still preferred our first wedding, but this looked more like what any girl would dream of.

And then, what any boy would dream of stepped out from behind a row of trees and bushes. Dara stood alone, empty-handed, a long, white veil streaming from her half-up, half-down hair, blowing in the warm Caribbean breeze. Her long, white dress was form fitting and a little shiny. Probably satin. I wasn’t sure and I didn’t care. All I could focus on was her.

I jumped the four steps that led up to the gazebo and jogged to my wife, meeting her at the back row of chairs.

“Oh my God! I’ve missed you like hell!” I said, wrapping her in my arms.

Dara’s fingers pressed into my back. It was the best thing I’d felt in three days, since I’d hugged her good-bye.

Dara didn’t speak, she just giggled nervously, but I could tell she was happy to see me, too. The last year had been so different from the first six months of our relationship. She had totally committed to me, and I had totally committed to being the man she deserved. It was better, and life was good. The first six months, I kept waiting for something bad to happen that would rip her away from me, but after that we settled into our new life.

“You are amazingly beautiful,” I said after pulling back to get a better look.

Dara reached to touch my lapel. “You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Kwon.”

After a few kisses, hugs, and stories about our bachelor/bachelorette parties (which seemed to be equally uneventful—except for the whole Jo stripper thing), the guests began to trickle in.

“Guess that means we should get in our places,” Dara said. I couldn’t hide my disappointment. I didn’t want to be without her for another second. Dara touched my jaw and then rose up on her feet to kiss my cheek. “See you in a bit.”

She walked off, disappearing behind the trees again.

I returned to the gazebo, and before long the chairs were all filled. We actually had an audience this time. Minzy sat on the bride’s side in the first row, with her sister and brother-in-law. A handful of my Big Bang brothers lined the back row, with my dad’s old partner and his wife and kids, my boss Psy and his girlfriend of the week, both sets of Bom’s grandparents, and my Uncle Jinyoung and