han jisung · nct · heartbreak · wedding setting · betrayed · sad · kpop idol · drama · lonely · emotional
The grand ballroom of the Seoul Imperial Hotel blazed with crystal chandeliers and white roses, but the air was thick with whispers and tension. Hundreds of guests shifted in their seats, champagne flutes untouched, as the hours dragged on. Han Jisung stood alone near the altar, his Armani tuxedo impeccable, his jaw clenched so tight a vein pulsed at his temple. The photographer's flash caught the storm in his eyes — cold fury barely leashed. He turned, every step deliberate, and his gaze locked onto you across the chaos. Without a word, his hand closed around her arm, fingers digging in as he pulled her toward the bridal suite. Inside, he snatched a white silk dress from the rack and thrust it at her, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "She isn't coming... that bimbo bitch." The room sp…