"You clapped along with the guests standing up now to watch the bride and groom kiss. You were happy, you were giddy, anxious, and sad. Your brother, Jung Yunho had gotten married. Your best friend had gotten married. Your rival was finally gone, you were the only one with a chance to his heart.

You glanced at him, still smiling and clapping, hoping to see his smiling face to, hoping to see he had finally moved on. Your smile tweaked just a little as you saw him, with his lips pursed and tears starting to leak from his eyes. He too was clapping, but he wasn't happy like you were, he was broken hearted, and you too became broken hearted. You didn't let it show, you kept smiling at your brother and new sister-in-law.

Yunho and Yooeun made their way out of the hotel, where the wedding had been held. As Yooeun's maid of honor you were right behind her. The newlyweds were almost to the car, with the wedding goers right behind them, throwing rice and flowers over them in congratulations. All of the single women were pushing their way closer. Yooeun stopped, and the crowd also stopped, waiting. Yooeun smiled and threw her bouquet in the air.

You watch the roses soar, losing petals along the way. You strained your neck, watching its path. Your heart jumped out and caught the bouquet, you were going to be married next, and you felt it. You kept staring at the roses in the air. You closed your eyes after being blinded by the sun, shining high above the bouquet. You could see in your mind, the roses, they were falling, falling right into your hands.

From behind you, a cry of glee could be heard. One of the guests had caught the bouquet. A cheer followed, and the couple left in their carriage. You opened your eyes and turned around. People were starting to leave, they needed to prepare for the dinner party following later. You searched around for him, you needed to see him before leaving.

Your eyes lazily gazed over the crowd, searching for his unique hair. The face of disappointment you were wearing disappeared when you saw him talking to the cameraman about his camera. "Jae!" You called to him. He turned from the man and smiled weakly to you. He said his goodbyes to the man and shuffled his way through the guests towards you.

When he reached you, you threw your arms around him and pulled his head down to rest on your shoulder. You petted his hair, and then you felt hot tears on your dress. You kept petting him, cooing him to calm him down. He started shaking, and you kept whispering reassuring words into his ear. "Poor Jae, poor poor Jae." You pulled him inside of the hotel to the waiting room, away from the crowd of happy guests.

Sitting on a couch, you let him hug you tightly, as your heart tightened. You didn't want to see him like this, crying for another woman, another love, an impossible and certain love that would hurt him. You rubbed his back and whispered into his ear, "It’s okay Jae, I'm here for you. I've always be here for you."

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You were teetering around on your chubby little two year old legs. The thing you wanted to do the most at that exact moment was to just play in the park. You liked this park. There were swings for people your size and swings for the parents next to those. The jungle gym was the most fascinating object you had ever seen. Large slides, small slides, swirly slides, double slides. There was a rope ladder and a pole to slide down, among other fun things to play with.

Your favorite place was the doll house. It was the second largest house you had ever been in. The windows were big enough for five of you to sit through. The door was tall enough to stack 3 of you on top of each other and still walk in. The table sat a hundred people, but not nearly enough people ever came to have tea with you.

There you sat, in your seat, the seat you had claimed a few weeks before when you first came to the park. You were lonely, just a little. Oppa had been swinging with your umma pushing him from behind. The other children in the park were boys and babies. There were no other girls to play with. You sighed, or more, you let out a grunt of disappointment.

Your head turned to look out the window. You saw her, clutching her mother’s shirt, not wanting to let go. She was a cute little girl, her dark hair starting to cover her brown eyes. You smiled and jumped off of the stool you were sitting on. You ran out of the house and skipped over to the new girl. She saw you coming and hid behind her mother’s leg. Her mother looked at her daughter, then at you and smiled too.

“I am --------, play with me!” She tugged her mother’s shirt more in fear. Her mother bent down, wanting her to let go and play. “Play with me! Play with me!” She peeked at you and you let a big grin cross your face. She smiled too, and you held out your hand. She looked at your hand, then her mother, she nodded in agreement. She took your hand and followed you to the playhouse. Your own mother heard your shouts and stopped Yunho for a moment and walked over to the girls mother, sighing just a little.

“Aigoo, that one. I’m sorry if she is causing you troubles, she just wants to play with another girl.” Your umma shook her head.

The girls mother chuckled. “No it is fine, we just moved in last week and I wanted Jaejoong to make some friends. But playing with your daughter might be a problem.” Your mother looked at her insulted for you.

“Why?”

“Because Jaejoong is a boy.”

In the house you started explaining the game to her/him. “I am the baby and you are the mommy. As the mommy you have to make me food, ok?”

Jaejoong frowned. “But, I can’t cook.” You sighed at Jaejoong’s lack of imagination.

“Fine, today I’ll be the mommy, but next time you have to be the mommy, so learn how to cook!” You waited for the reply. “Answer!”

He nodded his head. “Yes!”

You raised an eyebrow. “Yes what? Call me unnie!”

He shook his head. You gave him a glare. Jaejoong drew back, a little afraid. “Yes, unn-unnie!”

You smiled and flicked him on the head. “Wrong! When we are playing house you call me Umma!” You laughed and he started laughing too.

You looked at her/him. “Your laugh is weird.” And you continued laughing.

He blushed and covered his mouth with his left hand. “Sorry,” and he let his laugh die out. You frowned.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it!”