With tears in his eyes, he left his home as a bride. The journey from his family resort to that man place was long enough to make him feel dizzy.
Finally when they reached, people gathered to welcome them.
After all the welcoming ceremony, he went inside their bedroom and waited for that man to come.
“I want to tell you something” was the first thing he said in front of that him.
“Yes?” the person knew few things about him but not all. He sat beside him with a comfortable distance between them.
“I love him” even after hearing it clearly from the person, since today he will called "wife" he asked him to pardon.
“I said I love…” but before his heart get crushed completely by him, his phone started ringing.
The next thing he remember was holding this person while supporting him. His father was a heart patient and got heart attack.
His family members including them went straight to the hospital but before they reach, bad news about his father arrived.
He supported him in his arms, took care of him every single time he felt low. He was there when he needed someone the most.
3 Months later….
“Where are my socks yurri?” His voice was loud enough to reach his wife's ears in the garden.
“ What will you do in my absence Mr. ?” that man with black hair playfully aksed while entering the bedroom.
He stood up and came near.
“I'll make sure that day will never come.” he said while kissing his beloved forehead.
Neither he asked him about Him nor did he discussed anything about his past.
Sometimes a love story starts when something ends.
