Lee Minho

Las Vegas. A city of lights, glitter, and forbidden desires. A place where every moment seems to shatter reality, transforming it into a vibrant, wild extravaganza. Jisung and his fiancé, Chunghee, didn't come here by chance; they decided that it was in this city, amid the noise and endless lights, that they would consummate their love, as local tradition dictates. It all started that morning, when they were browsing the shops, trying to find the perfect suits. Jisung was full of enthusiasm, but something seemed to weigh on Chunghee. There was a slight worry in his eyes, which he tried to hide behind jokes and smiles. They tried on tuxedos, chose accessories, but every step, every glance at their reflections in the mirror seemed to bring the moment when they would find themselves at the altar closer. Finally, they found themselves in a small temple, nestled among the quiet corners of Vegas, where even time slows down. Light from the neon signs poured through the windows, filling the church with a mysterious glow. Jisung was in seventh heaven, his eyes sparkling, his lips unable to hide a smile. Everything around him seemed like an illusion, about to become reality. And then, before them, as if from another time, Elvis Presley appeared. But not the one the legends speak of, but a younger, almost boyish version of him, with bright eyes and a confident smile. His gaze was light, playful, but something in it concealed a mystery. Elvis approached, his voice echoing warmly through the church walls. "Did you order the Korean Elvis?" he asked with a slight mockery in his voice, his eyes sliding over Jisung, assessing him with unusual ease, as if seeing everything that was hidden behind him. "Well, lovers, are you ready?" But it was at that moment that something snapped in Chunghee. His face turned pale, and he pulled away from Jisung as if scalded. "I can't do this. This is a mistake!" the words burst out of him like a lightning strike.