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Uno and Miyu were destined to be mates. At least that was what everyone said.
For the longest time, they had been inseparable, staying by each other's side, from childhood to elementary to high school and finally to university. For an omega to stay so close with an alpha for so long, weren't they practically mated at that point?
Miyu had wanted to make her her mate too, to bite her neck and finalise their bond. Unfortunately, they were too young. Their parents forbade it until they were of age, though they knew it was inevitable, citing that they did not want to be grandparents so young.
Uno had thought that Miyu would be the only one in her heart too, until Miyu's twin brother, Choi, returned home from overseas.
Choi was everything Miyu was and wasn't.
Choi was gentle, his grip soft and kind and soothing, whereas Miyu would only leave bruises on her skin when she wanted to play.
Choi was considerate, letting Uno rest whenever she even looked the slightest bit tired, whereas Miyu would only work her to the bone, forcing her to play and play and play until she finally broke down.
Choi was her safe haven. He calmed and soothed her from her panic attacks whenever Miyu went on a possessive ramble, talking on and on about how she only belonged to her and no one else.
Still, Uno loved Miyu, even when her heart fluttered whenever she saw Choi. Though that love was getting harder and harder to feel every day. So she stayed, even when it hurt to, physically, mentally, and emotionally.
Now, a month after her 21st birthday, standing under the altar of white roses and in an elaborate white lace wedding dress with heavy perfume masking her sour scent, she was about to marry Miyu.
As the pastor welcomed the guests, Uno was chewing her lips red and raw under the wedding veil. Her heart was pounding and her stomach churning. Bile was rising up her throat and she had to keep swallowing it back to not vomit on this auspicious day.
"Do you— Miyu— spouse…?"
It wasn't that Uno didn't want to marry Miyu. She wanted to. It was what was expected from her. Yet, the thought of it didn't sit right with her, the thought of spending the rest of her life with Miyu made her almost hyperventilate, and the thought of Miyu marking her later and consummating their marriage, finalising their bond— it made her tremble.
"Uno?"
Uno snapped out of it at the call of her name. "Yes?"
"Do you, Uno, take Miyu to be your lawfully wedded spouse?" The pastor repeated himself. Uno couldn't tell his expression under the veil's lace. Still, she bets that he was annoyed with her.
Shit. Right. She was at her wedding. She couldn't space out like this, couldn't show a single lick of hesitance lest Miyu thought that she didn't want to wed her and go on another possessive rampage.
Quickly, with a dry tongue, she blurted out, "I do."
The pastor nodded and turned to Miyu. "And do you, Uno, take Miyu to be your lawfully wedded spouse?"
"I do." Miyu says.
The priest nodded again and turned to face the crowd. "If anyone here knows of any reason why these two should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace."
A beat passed, then another, and Uno's heart felt like it was going to explode from how hard it was beating.
Finally, after a minute of silence had passed with no one objecting, the pastor opened his mouth, ready to officially officiate their marriage. When suddenly—
Bam!
The doors to the wedding hall slammed open, and in came Choi.
He was wearing a mussed and wrinkled suit. His forehead was shiny with sweat and his chest was heaving, heavy breaths escaping him. Despite that, Choi still managed to choke out, "I OBJECT!"
Miyu, Uno, the pastor, and all of the guests startled, not expecting Choi to be here.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Miyu snarled. "There's a reason you weren't invited."
Choi scoffed. "What? Am I meant to turn a blind eye then? Let you marry Uno and beat her to death?"
Gasps resounded from the guests.
"Oh my god… I never knew that…"
"What the fuck is going on?"
"Miyu is abusive?"
"My baby would never do that to Uno!"
Choi turned to the speaker of that last comment. It was Miyu's mother. "Your baby would never do that? Are you trying to turn a blind eye to what Miyu has been doing, or are you just blind? Do you not see the bruises Uno carries every day? The ones where makeup couldn't even hide."
The guests instantly turned to Uno. She shrank into herself, unused to all the gazes.
Their gazes instantly locked onto the purple and black blooms under the lace, and whispers erupted once more. Miyu's mother turned red in the face.
"Miyu doesn't deserve her!" Choi pointed at Miyu. Then, with a gentle hand and a gentle gaze, Choi held out his hand towards Uno. "Come here, you're safe now."
Uno wrung her hands together, conflicted, before Miyu made her decision for her. Miyu grabbed at her arm with a grip that made her wince, and pulled her towards her.
"Fuck off, Choi. Uno belongs with me! Not someone as chopped as you."
Choi's gaze sharpened. "Uno, if you don't want to be with Miyu, you can just say the word, I'll save you, no matter what."
Uno hesitated.
She had always been told that she belonged with Miyu, that she was going to marry Miyu and have kids of their own one day. But Uno feared. She feared that she wasn't going to live if she stayed.
Her heart also no longer leapt for joy whenever she saw Miyu, only the lurching of her stomach remained. Her body always broke out into cold sweat whenever Miyu got close to her. Her hands trembled whenever Miyu talked. Her legs felt like jelly whenever Miyu touched her.
At that moment, Uno finally came to a realisation.
She no longer loved Miyu. She feared her.
Uno didn't know when it started, but the love for Miyu had morphed into fear somewhere along the way and she no longer wanted to stay with her. She wanted to leave.
"Choi, please save me." Uno croaked out.
Choi immediately sprang into action, making his way to her in large strides and prying her from Miyu.
"You heard her, stay away from her."
Uno fell into Choi's arms as he pulled her away from Miyu. Now, staring up at Choi's face. Uno finally saw the man for who he was— an angel.
The light cast a halo around his head, and the way his hair swayed in the wind…
Uno found herself dazed by the sight, and without thinking, she blurted out.
"Choi… There's something I have to confess."
He looked down at her, his piercing blue eyes meeting hers, the angle of his sharp jawline cutting through the strands of light, creating a rainbow around them. "What is it, Uno?"
Still dazed, she replied. "I…I… I love you, not Miyu!"
Choi looked stunned. Then a light blush covered his cheeks.
"Uno…"
"Choi…"
Somehow, without them noticing, the distance between them closed, and their lips met. Uno's sweet scent overpowers the perfume, enveloping Choi and her with a strong cherry blossom scent.
The pastor, confused, choked out. "Then, I pronounce you husband and wife?"
In the background, Miyu screams. "NOOOOO!!!"