From the moment she first laid eyes on him, she has not been able to believe her luck. All her life she's been told not to be a dreamer, not to be such a romantic, but with Jin she has come to believe there is such a thing as love at first sight. She was sure he wouldn't feel the same way about her but he did; she was sure her father would never agree to their marriage but he did; she was sure they would never go through with this day... but they did. The words of his vow -- we will never be apart, because being apart would be like the sky being apart from the earth -- ring in her ears still, and linger on her thoughts, and settle over her like a very private and very happy veil and she knows they will keep her warm and protected and loved forever.
All they have to do now is get through the receiving line.
Every auntie of hers asks when they will start a family, every uncle gives Jin that knowing wink and pat on the shoulder -- as if no two people have ever been married before and as if the two of them have no concept of the intimacy that lies before them on their wedding night -- and every friend gives congratulations and every stranger... strangers? It's not unheard of; they look like they belong and they look like they do not belong.
"We'd like to offer you our..." The eccentrically-dressed man rolls his eyes as if the words are a trial "...blessing. Aren't there any more appropriate words to use after all this time? Blessing gets so old and overused. Sadly, it's also still the best word for the job." The last bit is said to the woman on his arm; smoke from his cigarette wafts up and away. Curiously enough, it doesn't smell terrible like most cigarettes. It must be a foreign brand.
"Don't listen to him. Never listen to him." The woman, tall and slender and formidable, shakes her head at her companion. "Your love is a very special thing." Her voice is steady and unwavering. Sun looks from the odd couple to her new husband, her brows raised in question, his shrug back at her confirmation that he's as surprised as she is.
"Thank you." Sun smiles and bows; Jin does the same. "It was good of you to be here today."
This time the woman answers. "Goodness is a concept that's hard-won, Mrs. Kwon. Hold it close and layer it with faith. Faith in God, faith in each other."
"Enough with the God business already," interrupts the man, eyes rolling in amusement, his smile leveled at the newlyweds. "You'd think after all this time she would give it up, wouldn't you? I mean, honestly. Pushing one's agenda on everybody gets so old after a while."
"Shut up, Gaius." The pretty foreign woman digs her elbow into her companion's side; he feigns discomfort at it but they bow, and with a low don't ever take it for granted that could be meant for her situation with Jin as newlyweds or as some old comfortable argument between the westerners, they move away.
"Who were they?" The question bears asking; doesn't her new husband hold all the answers?
Jin's response, smile still plastered on his face -- the receiving line is far from ended, after all -- shakes his head. "I don't know, but their Korean is excellent."
Associates of her father's then: if she remembers, she'll ask him later but it isn't so very important. The words they said are relegated to the back of her thoughts: she is ready for the day to be over and for her new life with her husband to begin. That is all that matters.
They will never be like the bickering foreign couple. It's a promise she makes to herself right away, and one she intends to keep.
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Sun and Jin
Date: 2010-05-31 09:33 pm (UTC)All they have to do now is get through the receiving line.
Every auntie of hers asks when they will start a family, every uncle gives Jin that knowing wink and pat on the shoulder -- as if no two people have ever been married before and as if the two of them have no concept of the intimacy that lies before them on their wedding night -- and every friend gives congratulations and every stranger... strangers? It's not unheard of; they look like they belong and they look like they do not belong.
"We'd like to offer you our..." The eccentrically-dressed man rolls his eyes as if the words are a trial "...blessing. Aren't there any more appropriate words to use after all this time? Blessing gets so old and overused. Sadly, it's also still the best word for the job." The last bit is said to the woman on his arm; smoke from his cigarette wafts up and away. Curiously enough, it doesn't smell terrible like most cigarettes. It must be a foreign brand.
"Don't listen to him. Never listen to him." The woman, tall and slender and formidable, shakes her head at her companion. "Your love is a very special thing." Her voice is steady and unwavering. Sun looks from the odd couple to her new husband, her brows raised in question, his shrug back at her confirmation that he's as surprised as she is.
"Thank you." Sun smiles and bows; Jin does the same. "It was good of you to be here today."
This time the woman answers. "Goodness is a concept that's hard-won, Mrs. Kwon. Hold it close and layer it with faith. Faith in God, faith in each other."
"Enough with the God business already," interrupts the man, eyes rolling in amusement, his smile leveled at the newlyweds. "You'd think after all this time she would give it up, wouldn't you? I mean, honestly. Pushing one's agenda on everybody gets so old after a while."
"Shut up, Gaius." The pretty foreign woman digs her elbow into her companion's side; he feigns discomfort at it but they bow, and with a low don't ever take it for granted that could be meant for her situation with Jin as newlyweds or as some old comfortable argument between the westerners, they move away.
"Who were they?" The question bears asking; doesn't her new husband hold all the answers?
Jin's response, smile still plastered on his face -- the receiving line is far from ended, after all -- shakes his head. "I don't know, but their Korean is excellent."
Associates of her father's then: if she remembers, she'll ask him later but it isn't so very important. The words they said are relegated to the back of her thoughts: she is ready for the day to be over and for her new life with her husband to begin. That is all that matters.
They will never be like the bickering foreign couple. It's a promise she makes to herself right away, and one she intends to keep.