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.”

Pull

You declined every waiter that offered you two a drink. You cursed cocktail hour. What had Yooeun been thinking? She knew Jaejoong was a terrible drunk. He was adorable looking, but acted like a hobo. You didn’t want him to embarrass himself. Instead he grumbled about how the food wasn’t what he expected. You didn’t tell him that all the food had been created by Yooeun. You didn’t want him to revert back to complementing everything she did.

Pull

Yooeun and Yunho came out to mingle. When you saw them you hugged Yooeun tightly and silently thanked her. She knew, you were going to make him yours. Yunho leaned down and you kissed him on the cheek while staring at Jaejoong. He just drank a glass of water bitterly. What had you expected? For him to suddenly stop loving Yooeun and be jealous? Jealous of your brother? You smirked at yourself. What a fool you were.

Yooeun and Yunho went off to visit others. You stayed by Jaejoong’s side. You needed a game plan. You had always been focused on pushing him away. You needed to get his attention. You needed to hook his love. Checkmate… woah, wait, wrong game! You chuckled. You were asking the near impossible.

“Hey Jae…” He turned his head in annoyance. Was the happiness of others really that bad? He was just a little sadistic. Like Yooeun wouldn’t be happy unless she was with him. He cocked his head, saying, ‘Nothing you ing say will make me feel better. Hand me the scotch.’ You leaned close to his ear. “Hamburglar.” You whispered. He stared straight ahead, biting his lip. You could hear it, the choking sound of him holding back his laugh.

“Ah ha ha ha ha! Noona! That was foul play!” He had grown used to your usual ways of cheering him up, but he would never get over your hamburglar joke. “God, was I really that pathetic? I can’t believe I almost jumped out a window!” He was holding his head in embarrassment. Did he realize how love struck he had been? You could see the hope of the situation. Was he starting to understand that he had been a total that just pushed you aside? “You’re too good to me.” That was an understatement.

Pull

Changmin raised his champagne glass, “Yunho, Yooeun, I’ve known you for eleven years. Yunho, you are so lucky to have a wife that can cook for you whenever you want. I’m jealous man. Are there any ladies out there that would like to be my own private chef?” The guests laughed. You were next.

“Yunho, you are the best brother anyone could ever ask for. I just hope you don’t bore Yooeun with your business talk like you bore me. Yooeun, I’ll tell you later what he hates to eat!” The guests cheered. You looked over at Jaejoong and closed your eyes. Even though you had taken away his champagne, he managed to take the alcohol that was set in front of Junsu’s seat. He had downed the champagne and was mumbling incomprehensible words of hate.

There were more speeches, but you made your way to Jaejoong. He was trying to get more alcohol. You picked him up by the collar. “Noona, noona! Sorry! I know, you want me to drink, but Junsu was gonna drink it! I had to or –” You pulled him out of the room, disgusted with him.

“I don’t want to ing hear it! God! Junsu is only nine ing years old! Don’t try and pull that with me. Stop acting like a god damn child!” You held onto his arm like he had a choice. Beeping the car doors unlocked, you threw the door open and shoved him inside. “Why does everything with you have to be a struggle?” You sped home, trying to ignore his pleas of innocence.