Our fans shipped us as “Kryber”. Not only did this ship gained support from the fans, our friends and family supported this ship as well. But in fact, we are just… friends.  

All the interactions on stage that we have, are just acts of friendship. Our friendship. And our way of defining our friendship. Thus, people would mistake these actions as we are in love, when in actual fact, we aren’t.

We were best friends ever since I came to Korea. Not having a single kin or kith the moment I came, and the practice room is the only place I visited since I was a trainee, I met you, whom I have no problems in communication with. You are my translator in the early days as a trainee. And since then, we stuck close to one another, inseparable no matter what happened.

As we became veteran in the entertainment industry, our group no longer lives, but our friendship does. We are still the renowned “Kryber”, we are still shipped in terms of being a couple, or a pair of very best friends.

We were voted as “friendship goals” every year because we are as close as blood sisters, we bicker like an old couple, and discriminate one another on a daily basis. That was how we were voted every year.

We are now closing the age of 30 and people around us kept telling us to get married because it was time. We were always called for blind dates recommended by friends or families.

I got to know that you met a really nice guy during a date, and he treated you really well. Ever since he confessed, the two of you started dating officially, marriage being the priority.

Less than a year into the relationship, he proposed to you, saying that you are the right one for him. He proposed in a big crowd, and you agreed to him on the spot, making it one of the biggest news of the year.

Even though you got engaged, we never stopped communicating. Our old tradition stays as we do sleepovers every now and then, and you would barge into my house to find food whenever you are hungry. In short, we still stick to one another 24/7.

Subsequently, you got busy preparing for your wedding. However, I was still with you, from the deco of the wedding hall to the design of the wedding dress that you would be wearing. Whenever you need to do the designs for the deco, you would be carrying bags full of materials and crash at my house, making it your workspace for the designs, and you would always fall asleep while doing so.

In a blink of an eye, it was the day of your wedding. And to no surprise, you crashed at my house the night before again because you were up doing some alterations to your dress. You sort of overslept by a bit and I had to send you to the wedding hall through my old scooter.

Imagine, two celebrities, one in a gown while another was dressed casually on a scooter, on their way to the wedding hall, but we aren’t the couple who is getting married. You are getting married with someone else.

I dropped you at the wedding hall as I am unable to attend it due to some work that requires my attention at home. So I headed home before the wedding even started.

I got home and settled down, preparing to start getting busy as I might need to work through the night.

Less than 10 minutes into focusing, I got distracted by loud knocks on my front door. I looked through the camera and found you in your white wedding dress in-front of the door. I opened the door in shock that you are here.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in the wedding hall by now? The ceremony should have started!” I exclaimed.

You shook your head and said, “Nah. I regretted on this marriage thing. It was all a mistake since the beginning.”

I was dumbfounded.

You pushed me away from the entrance and made your way through into the kitchen. As if this is your own home, you opened the fridge and grabbed the milk bottle in the shelf before twisting the cap and drink it.

“Hungry? Shall I cook something for you?” was all I could say at the moment.

You nodded your head before giving me your orders, the usual ones whenever you request me to cook.

I went into the kitchen and started cooking while you sat in the living room, turning off your mobile phone as it was getting noisy probably because you became the runaway bride like in the movies.

Your meal was done in no time, and we sat together in the dining area as I watch you eat while scrolling on my mobile phones, looking at the trending topics on twitter and on some various sites.

“Hey! You are trending on twitter for being a runaway bride! Some said they wanted to report you missing because they don’t know where you went!” I exclaimed while my eyes glued to my phone screen.

You rolled your eyes and said, “as if I care…”

“One even said that she saw you appearing in this area and deduced that you are here to find me, but she was quickly shot down by netizens saying that it is impossible. If only they knew… if only they knew.” I joked.

“Can you stop that?!” you warned.

“Hey hey hey! Look! They said that you are probably unsatisfied at how your husband looked like so you ditched him on the day of your wedding!” I continued, ignoring your warning signs.

“I SAID. STOP. THAT.” You flared up. “DO YOU KNOW THE REASON WHY I RAN AWAY FROM THE WEDDING?! WHY I CHOSE TO COME HERE INSTEAD?!” you started throwing the utensils forward before grabbing some magazines on the table and throwing them aside in anger.

I stood frozen in my position.

“IT’S BECAUSE I LOVE YOU AND ONLY YOU. NOBODY COULD EVER REPLACE YOU IN MY HEART!”

I froze further.

“T-t-this is a joke... right…? Ha ha ha. This is the funniest joke you ever said.” I approached.

“Y-y-yeah. A-a-a joke… see! I succeeded this time!” you replied while faking a smile, being shocked at the same time.

I would always joke around with you, fooling you for things that you take to heart. But this time, hearing that this is just a joke, I felt as if a million knives stabbed my heart.

You turned around, back facing me and stormed into my room before locking yourself in it.

I followed you and stopped outside the door of my room before letting out a sigh.

“It’s now or never.” I thought.

“H-h-hey.” I started.

Silence from your side.

“A-a-are you willing to take a bet?” I asked.

“What bet?” you finally replied.

“Bet on our friendship.”

“Our friendship?” your voice filled with interest.

“Yes. Whether we become lovers or strangers.”

The door opened, revealing a woman in a white wedding dress. An angel in fact.

You jumped forward and aimed for my lips. Our lips touched and kissed further, adding pressure into it.

You stepped back before saying, “deal!”

The following day, the entertainment news reported on your disappearance in the wedding, followed by your apology tweet and saying how your ex-husband-to-be let this go lightly because he knew that the person in your heart isn’t him, but me. They carried on reporting that you tweeted a picture of us together while kissing and they added, “The couple that everybody has been shipping for a long time since they debuted, is real.” and finished with a smile.

We looked at one another as we were cuddling in your sofa and gave a smile to each other. 

A/N: @llamavan suggested a fic based on this song to be written:

it's another Show Luo song hehehehehe. but this time, i didn't follow the plot of the mv or the song really closely because i had other plans for the fic. hope you guys enjoy it! i didnt really write in anyone's POV because idk whose to use, so you can let your imagination run on whose POV this is in! aaaaaaannnddddd i should really sleep now! byeeeee!