The events in this chapter are happening at the same time but in different places.
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The wedding hall was crowded, every single important business man and woman was present except for a few who couldn’t make it; dressed in their finest, talking about whatever, the atmosphere was pretty calm as everyone was waiting for the bride and groom to enter soon. Some ladies spent their time checking the hall around, taking mental notes about how elegant the preparations for the wedding were, and admiring the nice atmosphere that the place offered.  

It was magical, everything about it was, the hall was very spacious, gold and white shades dominating the place, seats placed gracefully in an organized pattern, with a dance floor in the middle. At the middle of the hall, a red carpet was stretched beautifully, ending at an incredible looking, white altar that was decorated with golden and white roses (Krystal’s idea). The DJ sat at the far corner of the hall, and an orchestra at the opposite corner played a few soothing sounds in preparation for the brides entrance.

Paparazzi scattered themselves around and wandered hoping to catch but a tiny glimpse of the bride, some reporters took notes, other practiced their speech a few times in front of the camera. Everyone was waiting to see her; some wanting to congratulate her on her special day, others wanting to ridicule her and her parents for envy has taken over their hearts.

On the other side of town sat a giant male in the airport’s waiting room, dressed in his long, grey coat, and tight, black skinny jeans, the black mask almost covering his bruised lip and check, with earphones tugged in his ears, spacing him out from his surroundings as he waited impatiently for his flight.

Chanyeol was still in daze after the events of last night, everything about it was just too unimaginable, the way she spoke to him, and how she ordered him to leave. Even though he was planning on breaking her heart and leaving her anyway, and even though he knew she cried herself to sleep after he left, that horrible burn in his guts didn’t subside. It was just too painful, to suddenly accept reality as it should be, a future without Ji eun by his side. Maybe one day they could be together, but that was highly unlikely, because the TV in front of him said otherwise.

‘Exclusive coverage of Empires’ wedding!’ That was the headline that Chanyeol read with agony, yes, they were broadcasting the wedding live on TV, and the worst part is that Chanyeol couldn’t help but watch, waiting to see her for just one more time before he disappears.

Chanyeol told no one about his soon to be long trip to Europe, he knew what his friends would think, running away from responsibility maybe, or just to hurt to face reality and staying in the same country. But Chanyeol wasn’t that pathetic, he was Park Chanyeol for crying out loud, a girl won’t ruin him like that, not even when he is desperately, most definitely in love with her. That’s exactly why he was leaving, to prove to himself that nothing has changed, that she hadn’t wrecked him in any way. Sure he was hurt, but he wasn’t a man who’d burn into dust for a girl, he was stronger than this.

Ji eun breathed heavily as she took one last look at herself in the mirror, she was about to faint, she was sure she can’t go through with this, because images of Chanyeol kept flashing through her mind as she recited the vows for herself. Ji eun tried doing everything in her will to push those images away, but she couldn’t, and it hurt, like hell. It was already too late, just half an hour and she’d be married to another person, to her gay best friend, whom she grew comfortable with over the weeks, but that didn’t mean that she had any feelings for him that would make being married to him tolerable.

She took a deep breath as she closed her eyes, and exhaled slowly, calming herself through the process.

“This will end soon…” She whispered as she stared fiercely at her reflection. “… Your Lee Ji Eun for God’s sake, get a hold on yourself and stop being such a wimp!” She slammed her hands on the dresser in a loud thud and closed her eyes for the nth time to get rid of Chanyeol’s images from her mind.

Ji eun sighed deeply in defeat and collapsed on her chair with a miserable expression on her face.

Kris was adjusting his bowtie in front of the mirror, taking organized, deep breathes to calm himself, and to calm his hands which were shaking vigorously. He knew getting married made a person nervous, but not this much, or maybe because he had a voice at the back of his head reminding him that he’s getting married to the wrong person. Kris was ending his happiness, but it’s just too late to back down now, his father visited him in his hotel room a couple of days ago, declaring that he found out about his relationship with Suho, and that there would be horrible consequences of he even thought about breaking off the wedding.

Kris gave up on his bowtie, he let it rest untied around his neck as he stared back at his reflection. Misery was all he saw, it’s not that he didn’t love Ji eun, he did, but as a best friend, a sister, sure he was attracted to her at first, but he then found out that it was all because he was just lonely, his love for Suho never died, and it may never will.

A knock on the door startled Kris, he turned as the door opened slowly, and then Daehyun peaked his head from behind with a bright smile.

“Yo sunshine!” He exclaimed happily, and Kris couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You’re starting to talk like your boss, you know that right?” Kris teased, and Daehyun took that as permission for him to enter, he faked a gasp and a glare at a chuckling Kris.

“Never will I ever talk like a Barbie doll! Have some faith in me Hyung!” He winked and Kris raised an eyebrow in confusion, a smile making its way on his lips.

“Hyung?”

“Well you ARE older than me, might as well just show some respect now.” Kris nodded and smiled at him once more. Daehyun got closer and grabbed both ends of the bowtie around Kris’s neck, he then started to tie it without looking up to avoid meeting the latter’s confused stare. Daehyun focused on his hands, while Kris debated himself a few times about talking.

“Could you…?” He started hesitantly, and then cleared his throat to sound more confident. “… I mean… would you… you know, be my… uhh… best man?” He blurted out the last part, and Daehyun stopped what he was doing, still keeping his stare on his hands.

“I’m kind of short on best friends right now…” Daehyun’s gaze softened at that, he felt bad for Kris, it was his special day but he had no one to share it with, no friends, nothing, he was alone, just like he was a few years ago when he lost his brother, Daehyun understood the meaning of feeling alone. The latter took a silent deep breathe, he then raised his gaze to meet Kris’s and with a warm, reassuring smile he answered.

“It would be my pleasure, being your best man…”

That answer was enough to make Kris’s lips stretch into a wide appreciative smile.

Attention! All passengers of flight ‘FT765’ to London, please head to the flight’s terminal

Chanyeol looked up from his phone as he heard the announcement; he put his phone in his pocket and organized his things so he could leave. Taking a deep breathe, he walked to the said terminal with his back pack on, his luggage in his left hand, and his passport and ticket in his right.

“YAH PARK CHANYEOL!” A voice calling made his steps come into a halt; Chanyeol turned to the source of the voice and saw a familiar petite male running towards him with his girlfriend trailing behind. Baekhyun stopped right in front of a shocked and confused Chanyeol, leaning down and panting, trying to catch his breath, a couple of seconds later Taeyeon wa