Here Comes the Bride… And the Gunmen
[Live TV Broadcast]
[Camera opens with an expansive view of the Lotte World Tower, shimmering under the afternoon sun. Reporters mill about, cameras flashing, and the chatter of excited onlookers fills the background.]
Kim Hyejin (Moderator 1):
(Excited) “Good afternoon, everyone! Welcome, welcome to what is shaping up to be the event of the year! I’m Kim Hyejin, and I’m here with my wonderful co-host, Park Jinwoo, at none other than the luxurious Lotte World Tower Hotel, where today—right now—we’ll be witnessing the spectacular wedding of Lee Sanghoon and Han Yejin!”
Park Jinwoo (Moderator 2):
(Cheesy laugh) “Oh, absolutely, Hyejin! This is going to be one for the books, folks. I don’t think I’ve been this excited since… well, maybe ever! I mean, just look at this place! The Tower is practically glowing, isn’t it?”
[The camera zooms out, giving viewers a panoramic shot of the Lotte World Tower, capturing its sheer height and glimmering glass façade. A steady stream of black limousines line the front entrance, dropping off one prestigious guest after another.]
Kim Hyejin:
“Isn’t it just breathtaking, Jinwoo? The Grand Hall of the Tower is ready to host the most glamorous wedding of the decade, and the guest list… oh my, where do we even begin? We’re talking high-ranking diplomats, celebrities, business tycoons—you name it! It’s like a who’s who of global power and influence!”
Park Jinwoo:
(Nods, laughing) “Exactly! The excitement is in the air, and we can feel it all the way out here! Just think about it—Lee Sanghoon, the son of a business tycoon whose empire spans across Asia… and Han Yejin, Seoul’s golden girl with millions of followers hanging on her every post. This is a modern-day fairytale, and we’re here for every second of it.”
[The camera pans to the guests arriving, capturing close-ups of famous faces in extravagant outfits. Flashing lights from photographers illuminate the scene as they strike poses on the red carpet.]
Kim Hyejin:
“Speaking of famous faces—oh my goodness, there’s Yoo Ha-rin! South Korea’s very own sweetheart. Doesn’t she just look divine in that silver gown? I heard she flew in specifically for this event, turning down two film premieres!”
Park Jinwoo:
(Laughs) “Ha! Well, who can blame her? Look at her work the cameras—what an absolute star! And right behind her… wait, is that Kang Sung-min? The head of Korea’s largest real estate empire! He’s looking sharp in that classic black tuxedo. You know he’s probably already thinking about business deals, even at a wedding!”
[The camera cuts to Kang Sung-min making his way inside, followed closely by other high-profile guests like political figures and international diplomats. Security is visibly tight, with guards lining the entry points.]
Kim Hyejin:
(Leans in, lowering her voice) “And do you see the heightened security, Jinwoo? That’s because James Wilson from the U.S. Embassy is here! Rumor has it that his presence brought in extra measures. I guess no one wants any diplomatic incidents during this event, huh?”
Park Jinwoo:
(Chuckles) “Well, you’ve got the likes of Wilson and Defense Minister Kim Do-hee in the same room, so you know things are being locked down tight. But don’t worry, folks, we’ll still get all the glitz and glamor we’re here for.”
[The camera cuts back to the grand entrance. Guests continue filing in, and the moderators pause, holding their breath as the attention of the crowd begins to shift. The doors at the top of the staircase slowly begin to open.]
Kim Hyejin:
(Whispers excitedly) “Oh! Jinwoo, look—it’s happening. The moment we’ve all been waiting for. The bride and groom are about to make their grand entrance!”
Park Jinwoo:
(In a hushed tone) “Here we go, folks… get ready for the most glamorous entrance you’ve ever seen.”
[The camera zooms in on the grand staircase inside the Tower. The doors fully open to reveal Lee Sanghoon, the groom, standing tall and poised at the top. He is dressed in an elegant white tuxedo that fits him like a glove, radiating confidence. The audience buzzes with excitement.]
Kim Hyejin:
(Gasps) “Oh my goodness, there he is—Lee Sanghoon, the man of the hour! Doesn’t he just exude wealth and power, Jinwoo?”
Park Jinwoo:
“Absolutely, Hyejin. That tuxedo? I hear it was custom-made by a private atelier in Paris. He looks like he just walked off the cover of a magazine. And now… now we wait for his beautiful bride, Han Yejin. What a sight this will be.”
[The camera lingers on Lee Sanghoon for a few more moments, but the anticipation in the air is palpable. And then—finally—the doors behind him open wider, and Han Yejin appears. The viewers watching from home gasp collectively as the camera zooms in. She is the epitome of grace, wearing a breathtaking wedding gown that glistens under the lights. The intricate lacework and shimmering crystals create a dazzling effect as she begins her descent down the grand staircase.]
Kim Hyejin:
(Whispers) “Oh… oh my goodness. Han Yejin looks like a dream. That dress! It’s even more stunning than we imagined. I can’t believe we’re witnessing this!”
Park Jinwoo:
(In awe) “Hyejin, this is truly a moment for the history books. That dress is rumored to be a one-of-a-kind creation by one of Europe’s top designers, and I can absolutely believe it. Look at the way it sparkles with every step she takes. Yejin has outdone herself today. This… is pure perfection.”
[The camera follows Han Yejin as she gracefully descends the stairs, her long veil trailing behind her like a cloud. Her father accompanies her, guiding her with a steady arm. At the bottom of the staircase, Lee Sanghoon stands waiting, his expression calm but with a faint smile that catches the light.]
Kim Hyejin:
(Breathless) “I think every little girl in Korea is watching this moment, dreaming of a wedding just like this. It’s a fairytale come to life. And look at how they’re looking at each other, Jinwoo—doesn’t it just melt your heart?”
Park Jinwoo:
“It really does. This is what love stories are made of. Two people from such powerful worlds, yet today, it’s just about the two of them.”
[The couple meets at the bottom of the stairs, with Han Yejin slipping her arm through Lee Sanghoon’s. Together, they walk toward the massive golden doors leading to the Grand Hall, where the ceremony will take place. The camera pans to capture every step, every detail.]
Kim Hyejin:
(With emotion) “This is it, folks. They’re about to walk through those doors and become husband and wife. I have goosebumps, Jinwoo. Pure goosebumps.”
Park Jinwoo:
(Sighs contentedly) “It’s a perfect union, Hyejin. A perfect day. We’ll let the cameras roll from here, but remember—this is only the beginning. We’ve got more excitement, more glamour, and of course, the reception to look forward to.”
[The camera follows the couple as they disappear into the Grand Hall. The ornate doors close behind them, and the broadcast transitions to a view of the beautifully decorated hall, giving viewers a glimpse of what’s to come.]
Kim Hyejin (voiceover):
“This is truly the wedding of the century. A day we’ll all remember. Stay tuned, everyone—we’ll be bringing you live coverage of the ceremony, the reception, and all the exclusive behind-the-scenes moments right here, only on Wedding TV Korea.”
[The camera fades to a wide shot of Lotte World Tower as soft music plays in the background.]
Park Jinwoo (voiceover):
“You don’t want to miss a single moment of this celebration. We’ll be back shortly with more from this unforgettable day. Until then, stay glamorous, everyone.”
[The broadcast fades to commercial.]
*******
Taehyung was vibrating. Literally. Not even the grand Lotte World Tower itself could match the energy coursing through his veins. His fingers twitched against the control board, playing with dials, flicking switches. Every blink of the monitor, every camera angle, sent jolts of electricity down his spine. He was alive—more than alive. Today was the day. The day everything would fall into place.
The day the city would sing to his tune.
Sitting in his cluttered apartment, the room filled with wires, radios, and half-eaten snacks, Taehyung’s eyes darted across the screen in front of him. The wedding of the century was live on air, a perfect façade of elegance and wealth. Lee Sanghoon and Han Yejin were stepping into their polished, picture-perfect future, dripping in luxury like gold-plated dolls. Taehyung watched them like a lion watching its prey, eyes wide, grin feral. Look at them, he thought. So oblivious. So… breakable.
His crew was in position. Jimin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon—Barcelona, Cairo, Havana, Vienna—all waiting like good little soldiers, their hearts no doubt thumping, their hands steady on their tools. They’d better be, he mused, pacing the room as if the energy in his legs might explode if he didn’t keep moving. Taehyung didn’t care if they were nervous. He wanted them sharp. It was his game, after all, and the pieces had to move just right.
His mind pinged from one thought to the next, barely able to contain the thrill coursing through him. The reporters were yammering on about the wedding, their voices like static in his brain, but oh, it was sweet, sweet static.
“And now the bride, Han Yejin, makes her stunning entrance! Designed by the finest couturier in Paris, this gown—”
“Oh, please.” Taehyung nearly cackled, standing a little too close to the screen, his breath fogging the glass. Designed by the finest couturier? What a load of—ah, who cared? Let them drape themselves in their little silks and sparkles. It wouldn’t matter once the storm hit. They’ll all be naked under the chaos soon enough, he thought, laughter bubbling in his throat again.
With a flick of his wrist, he spun away from the monitor, landing dramatically in his chair. He leaned back, fingers tapping in a rapid beat on the armrest. Everything was set. His radio, Radio Ga Ga, was primed and ready. A humble little online station that broadcasted to anyone foolish enough to listen to indie nonsense or public playlists—but today, oh, today it was the key to a heist the world wouldn’t forget.
Taehyung’s crew wasn’t waiting for any regular message. They were waiting for a song. The song. One song to start the chain reaction. Taehyung had it cued, sitting at the ready. His finger hovered over the button.
“Just a little longer,” he muttered, glancing again at the screen. The perfect moment. I want the crescendo to hit when their guard is lowest.
The camera zoomed in on the guests now. All those pompous VIPs who thought they were so untouchable. Minister of Defense? Diplomat James Wilson? Taehyung bit his lip to keep from snorting. The bigger the guest, the louder the fall. And Taehyung was more than ready to watch them all tumble like dominos, their prestige crumbling in real-time.
He leaned closer to the screen, eyebrows raising in mock awe. Oh, look, there was Yoo Ha-rin, strutting like she was the main event. All dolled up in her glittering silver gown, making eyes at the camera like the starlet she was. Does she think she’s untouchable too? Taehyung smirked. How adorable.
Back to the groom. Sanghoon, the polished prince, standing like a statue of arrogance in his perfectly tailored tux. Oh, I bet you’ve never broken a sweat in your life, Taehyung thought. His eyes flicked to the bride, all perfect smiles and flowing silk. She was shining, yes, but Taehyung could practically smell the vanity through the screen. You think you’re Cinderella, don’t you? He grinned. Well, guess what, darling? I’m the fairy godmother with a chainsaw.
Taehyung clapped his hands together, almost giddy. He was like a kid about to open the biggest present under the tree, the kind that promised to explode confetti everywhere when unwrapped.
But first, the music. Oh, the music! The trigger. The overture. He grabbed the radio controls and scanned through his playlist, lingering over the titles, his tongue tracing his lips in anticipation.
Taehyung cracked his knuckles, then hit the button. The speakers hummed to life, sending out the signal. A smile spread across his face as he imagined his crew hearing the opening notes of “Smooth Criminal” by Michael Jackson wherever they were stationed.
The moment was here. The heist was beginning. And all those fools watching their pretty little wedding, basking in their ignorant bliss, had no idea the storm coming their way.
Taehyung sank back in his chair, eyes flickering with something wild. The symphony had started. Now, all that was left was to sit back and enjoy the show.
The city would belong to him.
******
[Live TV Broadcast]
[Camera reopens on a sweeping view of the Grand Hall, lavishly decorated with towering floral arrangements and chandeliers casting a soft, romantic glow. The atmosphere is opulent, every inch of the room dripping with the weight of wealth and privilege. The couple, Lee Sanghoon and Han Yejin, are seated at the head table, hands intertwined, radiant smiles frozen on their faces. Guests are mingling, sipping champagne, while the anticipation for the next part of the evening builds.]
Kim Hyejin:
(Softly, as the camera zooms in on the couple) “Ah, look at that, Jinwoo. The ceremony was absolutely flawless, wasn’t it? Just perfection in every way. And now, as we move into the reception, it’s time for something truly special… the parents’ speeches. A deeply emotional moment that always brings tears to the eyes of guests.”
Park Jinwoo:
(Chuckling) “That’s right, Hyejin. I’m already getting emotional just thinking about it! The speeches, the heartfelt words from both families… It’s going to be an unforgettable moment for everyone in this room. And for all of you watching at home, you’re in for a treat.”
[Camera pans across the hall, catching glimpses of the elite crowd, some already dabbing at their eyes with delicate silk handkerchiefs, while others sip from crystal glasses, faces full of expectation.]
Kim Hyejin:
“Exactly, Jinwoo. This is the moment where we get to see the personal side of these powerful families. I can’t wait to hear what they have to say. I’m sure it’ll be beautiful.”
[The camera cuts to a close-up of Han Yejin’s father, preparing to stand. He takes a deep breath, hands smoothing down his suit jacket as he rises slowly, the room growing hushed in anticipation. A server discreetly places a microphone on the table in front of him.]
Park Jinwoo:
(Excited whisper) “Here it is, folks. The father of the bride is about to speak. Get ready for the tears… I can already feel them coming!”
[But just as Han Yejin’s father reaches for the microphone, a commotion starts at the far end of the hall. The camera shakes slightly as people turn their heads in confusion. At first, there’s a murmur—quiet, uncertain—but it grows, rippling through the crowd like a wave. The camera swings around to capture the source.]
Kim Hyejin:
(Frowning slightly) “Oh, what’s happening? Is this… another part of the program?”
[Four figures emerge from the back of the room, marching in unison, their presence cold, commanding. They wear Hahoetal masks, the traditional Korean faces of comedy and tragedy, but there’s nothing humorous about the guns in their hands. The guests murmur louder, some confused, others intrigued, thinking it’s part of the entertainment.]
Park Jinwoo:
(Laughs nervously) “Uh, looks like we have some unexpected guests! Perhaps a surprise performance? Traditional masks… very fitting for a Korean wedding, don’t you think?”
Kim Hyejin:
(Giggling, clearly uncertain) “Yes, yes, it’s all in good fun! I’m sure there’s nothing to—”
[Suddenly, the sharp crack of a gunshot echoes through the hall, cutting her words off. One of the masked figures has raised their weapon and fired directly into the air. Glasses shatter as people scream, the sound bouncing off the marble walls. Panic ripples outward, swallowing the once-lavish calm.]
Park Jinwoo:
(Voice shaking) “W-wait… what? This—this isn’t part of the program, is it?!”
[The camera zooms in wildly, now catching the chaos as guests push against one another, overturning chairs and spilling drinks. Several guests are attempting to rush toward the exits, only to be blocked by more masked figures appearing at the doors.]
Kim Hyejin:
(Panicked, voice cracking) “Jinwoo—what’s happening? Oh my god, this—this isn’t a show!”
[The broadcast begins to tilt as the camera operators struggle to keep focus amid the frenzy. The once-elegant Grand Hall is now a sea of overturned tables, screaming guests, and scattered flower arrangements. The bride and groom are frozen, shock overtaking their features as they huddle together.]
Masked Figure 1:
(Through a voice modulator, cold and clear) “Everyone stay in your seats. No one leaves until we say so.”
[Another gunshot—this one directed toward the ceiling—sends another wave of terror through the room. The camera shakes violently before cutting to a wide shot, capturing the whole room as the chaos unfolds. The masks, the guns, the panic—this is no performance.]
Kim Hyejin:
(Sobbing now, breathless) “Oh god… Jinwoo… I—I don’t know what to do… this isn’t… this isn’t…”
Park Jinwoo:
(Voice distant, barely audible over the screams) “We’re—oh god, we’re live—”
[The broadcast cuts out suddenly, replaced with static, leaving the audience at home in complete suspense, their glamorous evening transformed into a nightmare.]