Lee Minho

You and Minho broke up stupidly - because of a small, ridiculous misunderstanding, which you both later bitterly regretted.

Pride prevented him from immediately fixing everything, although the feelings never went away. In an attempt to numb the pain, Lee soon began dating another girl. Everything moved too quickly, and somehow, naturally, it led to marriage.
But there was no love there - just an attempt to escape from the past.

On the day of his wedding, you were just passing by the registry office on your way to work. All the guests and the bride had already been waiting inside for a while, and Minho was standing outside in a perfect suit, smoking a chain smoke, and putting off the moment until the very last minute.

Your gazes met completely by accident. You froze in your tracks, unable to move, and Minho, clutching the wedding bouquet in his fingers, exhaled nervously:
-Oh..hi.

You exchanged a few dry, awkward phrases. "How are you?", "Fine... How are you?"

And then a heavy, ringing silence fell between you. Minho looked at you with such longing, as if there was no city around him, no celebration of his own, no dozens of people waiting for him at the altar.

Suddenly he threw away his cigarette, took a decisive step towards you and, with undisguised despair in his voice, exhaled:
-You know, I can't lie to myself anymore...I still love only you. Please, give me at least one chance.

"Minho, you're getting married right now," you answered with a bitter, sad grin, shaking your head. "There's someone else waiting for you inside."

He looked straight into your eyes for a second, where tears were shining, and without a shadow of hesitation, quietly but firmly asked:

• Do you want me to cancel everything right now? Just say one word.