I wanted to surprise everyone.
But no great ideas came to mind.
Then suddenly,
"Maybe I should perform?"
That thought popped up.
It didn’t seem like a bad idea.
Coincidentally, it was also a filming day for Shall We Get Married?.
I wanted to combine the two.
"Jaerin, how about we attend Daejong High School’s graduation together?"
"Huh?"
"I think it’d be nice for us to close out the graduation ceremony with a special touch."
Daejong High School’s graduation always sought external exposure.
Meanwhile, Shall We Get Married? was heavily investing in us as the final couple.
The two ideas fit together perfectly.
‘Two birds with one stone.’
After discussing it with the PD—
"That’s great! It’s perfect! The visuals are amazing, and since it’s Daejong High, we can coordinate on the day!"
The response was enthusiastic.
Immediately, I thought of the violin.
‘With Amadeus’s talent.’
The gift of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, known as the greatest musician.
With it, I was confident I could handle the violin performance without a hitch.
"So, what’s your surprise plan?"
"I’ll draw attention by entering from the back door of the auditorium. You sneak onto the stage, and we’ll meet there."
"Got it."
From there, everything proceeded smoothly.
With Daejong High School’s graduation naturally filled with cameras,
adding a few more didn’t seem out of place.
I slipped through the crowd and moved toward the auditorium as the ceremony progressed.
And by coincidence—or fate—
I arrived just as the final part of the ceremony was about to begin.
A classical performance.
The face of Edward Park, the chairman, carried a hint of dissatisfaction,
a puzzle piece waiting to be completed.
I lifted the violin.
The haunting melody filled the auditorium,
like drops of blood trickling into the silence.
With each step I took, the crowd parted.
A sight reminiscent of Moses parting the Red Sea.
Students formed a path, leading me to the stage.
I wanted to catch the chairman’s expression,
but the difficulty of the performance left no room for distraction.
Even the slightest lapse in focus would ruin it.
I finally understood why this piece was said to require a pact with the devil.
Caprice No. 24.
The delicate notes tightened like a rope around the audience’s breath,
and I ascended the stage, crushing the silence beneath my feet.
Five minutes of breathtaking performance.
When it ended, reality dawned on the crowd, and they stared at me.
Among those gazes—
"Chairman, your unworthy student has returned."
I smiled gently at Edward Park.
"Mamma mia... Donghu, Donghuuuu!"
With reddened eyes, Edward Park pulled me into a tight hug.
"This! This is how you move someone to tears! Oh... oh, ohhh!"
His face was overcome with emotion, as if he’d never imagined this.
I signaled for the curtain to rise, unveiling my second surprise.
"W-w-what?!"
As the curtain rose, the students’ reactions erupted.
The first thing they saw was a grand piano.
Seated at it—
"It’s Ryu Jaerin!"
Ryu Jaerin, the center of BloomBell, the hottest idol group at the moment.
The surprise hadn’t been coordinated in advance,
but Daejong High, true to its prestige, had set everything up swiftly.
Two microphones were prepared in no time.
I took one and offered my thanks.
"Hello, everyone. Starting this month, I’m a newlywed, Kim Donghu."
"Hello. I’m the new bride, Ryu Jaerin."
A simple greeting before we took the stage.
"Wowww!"
"This is crazy!"
"Legendary! A legendary moment happening again!"
"Air raid alert! Air raid alert! God Donghu has appeared at Daejong High!"
The responses were anything but simple.
The late-winter chill was nowhere to be felt amid the fiery enthusiasm.
With the ceremony MC naturally stepping aside,
I seized the moment to continue.
"Did you all watch Hi Dream?"
"Yesssss!!!"
"Eiji! You’re our friend!"
"We’re buddies, remember?!"
"Raised on hate, but look at you now!!!"
Even a lighthearted question drew fiery reactions,
bringing a smile to my face.
"Before we hear my bride’s song, how about I play something first as an initiation? Is that okay?"
"Yessss!!!"
"Wait, are we really getting to hear Kim Donghu perform at our graduation?"
"This is the graduation ceremony of my life!"
As I walked toward the piano, savoring the reactions—
"Donghu, are you sure you’re okay?"
The chairman’s gaze, filled with concern that I might overdo it, caught me.
"I could do this all day."
Quoting a certain hero, I placed my hands on the keys.
No matter how long it had been, my body remembered.
Liszt – La Campanella.
Under Eiji’s hands, the transcendentally technical piece revealed itself.
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"Mamma mia... Mamma mia..."
Edward Park couldn’t contain his amazement at the scene unfolding before him.
"Ohhh..."
The very situation he had only ever dreamed of was now happening right before his eyes.
‘Playing the violin, too...’
As if he were Mozart himself, flawlessly mastering both the violin and the piano. The sight sent chills down Edward Park’s spine.
A pinnacle of artistic excellence.
That’s how Edward Park evaluated Kim Donghu.
‘Not a single flaw, absolutely perfect.’
Flawless musical talent paired with proportional good looks, a stellar personality, and a deep reverence for music.
But if there was one issue—
"I never thought being this versatile could feel so frustrating."
He was perfect in every way.
Athletics, acting, playing musical instruments—he excelled at everything. It wasn’t like he could be told to focus on just one area.
Still,
‘If he ever finds the time, he might shock the world, like a gold medal at the Chopin International Competition.’
With such expectations, Edward Park focused intently on Kim Donghu’s performance.
The ever-enchanting La Campanella.
From his expert use of the pedal to his fluidity on the keys,
and the way he seemed entirely one with the piano—
It was a level that could only be reached through innate talent.
A realm reserved for those naturally gifted.
An unattainable peak without such gifts.
‘No one can even open their mouths.’
Most of the audience were students who hadn’t even begun their amateur careers.
It was a professional among professionals playing before them—it was no wonder they were left speechless.
Who wouldn’t be stunned by such a performance?
Violin and piano.
Paganini and Liszt.
A single person’s hands weaving together performances at the pinnacle of skill.
A genius, by any standard.
♪♩♬
Before long, the performance approached its conclusion.
The five-minute piece seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.
As soon as it ended, the crowd erupted into applause, gasping in awe.
"Wow! Seriously, this is amazing... Chairman!"
The teachers’ reactions were even more explosive than the students’.
The more you know, the more you can appreciate it—
the teachers could tangibly feel the greatness of what they had just witnessed.
"What’s going on?! Did you know this was going to happen?!"
"Kim Donghu... Wow, he just performed for 10 minutes straight!"
"And Ryu Jaerin is going to sing two songs next? What is happening?!"
The atmosphere was electric.
Edward Park calmly addressed the excited teachers.
"I told you, you don’t have to learn everything in school."
"You always say things like this and leave us speechless, Chairman."
"Hahaha, I didn’t expect this either. Still, I guess I’ve been truly blessed with exceptional students."
As he spoke, Edward Park felt tears welling up again.
For Donghu to carve out time from his busy schedule to put on such an incredible performance.
‘Donghu, why would you call yourself an unworthy student?’
My most cherished and proud student, Kim Donghu.
Thank you for coming here and taking care of your old teacher.
‘Thank you... truly, thank you.’
Edward Park smiled warmly as he watched Kim Donghu’s retreating figure.
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After the successful graduation ceremony—
"Truly... truly, thank you, Donghu, Jaerin... I’ll never forget this."
"It’s me who should be thankful. Without you, I wouldn’t have graduated."
"Me too! If you hadn’t let him graduate, we might not have been able to get married!"
After saying their farewells to Edward Park,
we boarded the van prepared by the Shall We Get Married? team and headed to the broadcast station.
"At least everyone seemed to enjoy themselves."
"Yeah, really."
Jaerin and I reminisced about the graduation performance.
"But that last comment you made was gold. I almost believed you were really my husband."
I chuckled, recalling Jaerin’s final words.
Then—
"Huh? But I am your real husband."
"What?"
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"Uh?"
"Oh, uh... ah?"
"Well, technically, since we’re married on the show."
"Ah, right."
Jaerin’s reply briefly froze my brain.
Her eyes just now seemed a little more serious than I’d expected.
‘It must be my imagination, right?’
Anyway, with the filming for Shall We Get Married? wrapped up,
even the PD was ecstatic, claiming we’d gotten incredible footage.
"Donghu, let’s grab a meal together sometime soon."
"Sure, sounds good."
"Though I have a packed schedule today... next time, for sure!"
"Of course, nothing’s impossible between us, right, honey?"
Before parting, I delivered my final prepared line with confidence.
"Yes, I’m your honey."
Jaerin smiled brightly, lowered her head, and dashed off hurriedly.
It seemed she really did have a tight schedule.
‘Well, as for me... I guess I can rest now that everything’s done.’
As I began heading home—
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
A message arrived on my SIMS device.
And the contents were completely unexpected.