I didn't like this one bit. 

I winced in pain as the stylist picked up a strand of my hair and ran it under the hot iron. 

" Sorry dear " she mumbled and clipped that strand of hair to my head. " No problem " I mumbled and let out a loud yawn. 

    Taekwoon and I reached the resort in an hour, on reaching he immediately ran towards Hakyeon to grab a change of clothes while I was pushed into an stylists arms, he didn't bother saying a good bye. Stupid Jung Taekwoon.

I reached behind to scratch my back and the stylist swatted my hand away " Ow! "

" Don't scratch, its not lady like " she said.

I snorted " Unnie who said that I was lady like? " I asked as the two of us made our way towards the lawn where the wedding was taking place. 

" Well you look like a lady today " she said smiling as she brushed some stray hairs from my face.

" Well? How do I look? I didn't get a chance to look in the mirror " I said.

She chuckled " You'll know when he see's you ". I raised an eyebrow, who is she talking about?

   " Now go " she said pushing me towards the group of people gathered at the lawn. I stood behind all the people gathered and watched the wedding take place, Hyejung looked beautiful in her pristine white wedding gown and her fiancé looked equally handsome. I also saw Taekwoon and Hakyeon standing in the front with a couple of relatives. I decided to stay at the back, I mean why would I wanna gather unnecessary attention by walking to the front anyway? As if the gods seemed to read my thoughts I heard a shrill voice screech.

" Eunkyung ah! What are you doing all the way there?! " 

Oh crap.         

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      The crowd stirred in confusion at Mrs. Jung's sudden outburst. Taekwoon and Hakyeon watched with raised eyebrows as Mrs. Jung went towards the back of the crowd. Now what could possibly make Mrs. Jung yell like that? Taekwoon rolled his eyes and turned back to the couple, but saw that they had their eyes cast towards the back of the crowd. Confused he turned around to see Mrs. Jung walking towards the front holding someone's hand, once he saw who it was his mouth dropped open in shock. 

      Taekwoon always knew she was a pretty girl, despite the fact that she used to wear those hideous glasses he knew she was. Mrs. Jung brought the woman to the front and made her stand beside him, he felt his breath catch in his throat as he looked her up and down. His eyes came to rest on her face and he sighed. Today, Song Eunkyung was a beautiful woman. She wore a white lace gown with sleeves that reached her hands, the dress was tight and had an open back revealing a vast amount of skin. Her hair was set in waves that fell over her right shoulder and a deep red graced her lips. Taekwoon swallowed a lump in his throat and looked away, another voice rang in his ears bringing him back to his senses. 

" Uwaah Kyunggie looks so pretty today " 

He turned to see his best friend looking at her with wide eyes. He cringed a bit, don't look at her like that.

" You're a lucky man Jung Taekwoon, look after her well arraso? " he said.

' Before I give herto you ' he thought as he gave a nod. He shifted his eyes to his right to look at her again, she was fidgeting with her sleeves now. 

" Yah " he mumbled " Stop fidgeting ". She looked up at him " But its so itchy ". He chuckled " I can tell " he said as his eyes fell on her open back,

Damn she had a nice bu- 

" Taekwoon? " she asked snapping him out of his thoughts. " Y-yeah? " he asked in surprise, stupid erse thoughts. 

She grinned, ' Stop doing that ' 

" Do I look okay? " she asked. He felt a blush grace his face, okay wasn't enough to describe how she looked today.

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         I let out a low growl as I chomped down on my chicken, What the hell was wrong with what I was wearing? 

    Jung Taekwoon was avoiding me and he was making it PRETTY obvious. After the couple exchanged their vows he ran away to greet some relatives and now he ran away from me when I tried to ask him if he wanted cake. I stabbed my chicken with my fork and pulled it out angrily, " Whoa whoa e