The heavy weight paper fluttered heavily to the counter top.  He set his glass down with a quiet click.  The whiskey in the glass sloshed, as agitated as his mind.  He was getting married.  Yunho.  His mind whispered in torment, just his name over and over.   Yunho.  Yunho.  Yunho.

He couldn’t let the day pass, plain and boring, as if nothing momentous was happening, as if it was just another day.  So he went to the wedding, late, but determined to see his face.  To see if Yunho, the Yunho he knew, would actually go through with wedding some girl.   And as the couple was presented to the crowd of well-wishers, JaeJoong’s face was a study of pain and betrayal. 

Even as he smiled for the photos, Yunho caught sight of his BooJae hovering at the doors.  He could only just make out Jae's lips moving before he turned away.   

“I love you.”