"No! Absolutely not! I will not let my son show up to his own wedding looking like he just rolled out of bed!"
Mrs. Park's voice echoed through the mansion like a storm. She stood with both hands on her hips, glaring at Taehyun and Haru like they'd committed an unforgivable sin.
Taehyun, half-dressed and holding a mug of coffee, blinked. "But the outfit was pre-approved yesterday…"
"Approved by whom? Your questionable taste?" Mrs. Park shot back.
Haru tried not to snort as he stood beside Taehyun, in a hoodie and sweatpants. "To be fair, he did choose a lime green tie with a black velvet suit."
"Hey!"
"I rest my case," Haru muttered.
Mrs. Park pointed a perfectly manicured finger at the two of them. "Both of you. Salon. Designer. Now. And take Taeho and Jinhwan with you—they actually have functioning taste."
"I agree," Taeho said, appearing with a smirk. "Because I don't trust Taehyun to dress himself, let alone represent the Park family at the wedding of the century."
Taehyun groaned, "Why is everyone attacking me today?"
"Because this wedding is broadcast-level important!" Mrs. Park snapped. "Now go. And don't come back unless you look like royalty."
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The group of four made their way to the elite salon, the best Korea had to offer. Taehyun dragged his feet while Haru tried to look invisible. Taeho, of course, walked like he owned the world, with Jinhwan trailing behind while secretly messaging someone about Taehyun's lime green tie trauma.
Once at the salon, Taeho wasted no time.
"We're doing everything. Facial, hair, brows, exfoliation, mani-pedi—everything. Don't even argue, Taehyun."
"I'm not a doll!"
"You're Korea's No. 1 businessman. And right now, you look like a soggy pillow."
An hour later, Taehyun sat in a robe with ten people working on him. Haru was across the room getting his hair styled, silently regretting the day he ever accepted the 'simple' job of being Taehyun's secretary.
Of course, Haru wasn't just any secretary. Years ago, during Taehyun's mandatory military service, he'd met Haru—a sharp, fearless ex-army officer. Their bond had formed through chaos, laughter, and fire drills. After service, Taehyun offered Haru a job, promising it'd be "easy."
Two years later, Haru was dodging assassination attempts and playing fashion consultant. Easy, his butt.
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Back at the Park mansion, Mrs. Park inspected every detail of the wedding preparations. Flowers were placed perfectly, lighting was divine, and the red carpet shone like glass.
After her final checklist was complete, she finally allowed herself to go to her private suite and get ready.
Meanwhile, across town, Lee Minjun sat in a posh private salon booked entirely by Mrs. Park herself.
The moment he walked in, he froze. The world-renowned makeup artist was standing there—the artist who only styled global elites. For a moment, Minjun couldn't even breathe.
"Wait, wait, isn't that…? But he doesn't work with just anyone!"
One of his friends whispered, "Minjun-ah… you really hit the jackpot."
Minjun's lips curled into a satisfied smirk. "This is just the beginning. Wait until I move into the Park estate. You'll see who the real queen is."
He laughed. Loud. Proud.
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By evening, guests from around the world began to arrive. Celebrities, politicians, CEOs, royal family members—all dressed in dazzling luxury.
Taehyun stood at the altar in a black velvet suit tailored to perfection. His hair was swept back, sharp jawline visible, face unreadable.
He looked like a dark prince in a modern fairytale.
Taeho? A vision. Deep blue silk suit, confidence oozing from every step. Young men and women alike couldn't stop staring.
Behind the scenes, Mr. and Mrs. Park greeted guests, smiling like royalty. Cameras flashed outside. Press screamed for a glimpse of the bride.
Taehyun checked his phone—again. No message from Lee Jeasoo.
He felt exhausted. Emotionally detached. His fingers curled around his phone like a lifeline.
"I swear," Taeho whispered, adjusting his matching cufflinks with Doyun, "If you sigh one more time, I'll staple that phone to your forehead."
"I'm getting married," Taehyun replied dryly.
"Yes, and I'm suffering from secondhand anxiety. At least pretend you're not dying inside."
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Backstage, Mr. Lee was bragging to some diplomats about the alliance. "Our families together will control half of Asia's economy."
Everything seemed ready… until it wasn't.
Ten minutes passed.
Fifteen.
The bride was late.
Mrs. Park's smile became tighter by the second. She leaned toward her secretary and whispered, "Go check on him. Now."
Guests had begun whispering.
Mr. Lee started pacing.
Twenty minutes.
Then the secretary returned. Whispered something into Mrs. Park's ear.
Her eyes widened.
She leaned toward her husband. He stiffened. Taehyun, watching all of this from the altar, frowned.
He called Haru. Go check. Now, what is going on there? ."
Two minutes later, Haru returned. "He's gone."
"What. Who?"
"Lee Minjun, he's Gone. Nowhere to be found. Not in the salon. Not in his suite. Gone."
The whispers grew louder. Guests exchanged confused glances.
Then Mr. Lee's phone rang.
A video.
Onscreen, Minjun appeared. In a car.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I can't marry Taehyun. I've been in love with someone else for three years. I'm running away with him. Please understand. I want to follow my heart."
Mr. Lee froze.
Mrs. Park watched over his shoulder, face stone cold.
Taehyun's fingers curled into a fist.
The guests stared.
Mrs. Park turned toward the crowd. Her voice deadly calm. "If he didn't want to marry, he should've said so. Not humiliate the Park family in front of the entire world."
Taehyun took a deep breath. Then walked to the mic.
"My bride," he said flatly, "has run away."
Gasps.
He continued, "If anyone here wants their daughter—or son—to marry me, come forward. Let's not waste this venue."
"ARE YOU MAD?!" Mrs. Park hissed.
"I'm just being efficient," Taehyun replied.
Suddenly—
BANG!
A gunshot echoed.
Everyone froze.
Guards reached for weapons.
Then a voice:
"So now Mr. Park Taehyun is open to marry anyone… then why not me?"
All heads turned.
Taehyun's eyes widened.
There, at the edge of the crowd, stood Vasilliy Romanov. Dressed in all black. Smirk curling on his lips. Gun in one hand, bouquet in the other.
Taehyun stared, speechless.
Vasilliy took a step forward. "You said anyone, Mr. Park . You didn't say no mafias."
The crowd erupted.
And just like that, the wedding day took a turn no one could've ever predicted.
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To be continued…
[Author's End Note: So… did you expect THAT? Let me know in the comments what you think of Vasilliy's return and the chaos that's about to unfold. Episode 11 is going to be wild! — Irmak Kelebek]