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, arms flew from your side 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. Gentle fingers kept petting him, a sweet voice cooed 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 to the waiting room of 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. The best soothing method was rubbing his back and whispering into his ear, "It’s okay Jae, I'm here for you. I've always be here for you."