Youngwoon picked up his mail, sorting the envelopes; one pile for bills, the other for propaganda. One of the correspondence, though, made him smile. The cream colored paper was delicate, when he opened it he found a folded red card that was unexpectedly bold. Unfolding it, he smiled brightly, layers of folded pictures and decorations stood in an explosion of colors and cuteness. To the left, Jaejoong holding a giant diamond ring; to the right, Xinling was holding a pink heart balloon See you soon in our wedding! It read. It was about time.

With the invitation in hand, Youngwoon strolled happily to the stairs, going down to his closed restaurant. On one of the walls, he had placed a metallic board, on it he clipped all of the wedding invitations from the couples he had matched. It was quite a sight the collection, for it pretty much covered more than half of the wall.

Readjusting some of the older invitations, Youngwoon put the new one almost in the middle, where he had placed the invitations from all of his best friends. He looked over; his smile faltering at a new realization. From all his best friends, only Sungmin had not sent him an invitation. Youngwoon wished to never receive it.

"Kim Youngwoon, you can't cry over spilled milk. You have never been wrong in your matches, one day you can make it right. No news is good news." He reassured himself again.

With that, he moved back upstairs.