The pale marble floor of the church flashed with a slight wash of baby pink as the transparent yellow light streamed through the stained glass of the windows with colors blending and striking the pale pink marble.

I opened my mouth to describe the entire scene to YunHo who said, with an irrepressible sigh of irritation ‘Wu Fan, today is my day, I'd appreciate it if you'd keep your colorful opinions to yourself.’

This conveniently shut me up till we reached the aisle. Yun Ho breathed in and out.

He was nervous, I could tell. His cheeks were red, and his eyes had that familiar glint of excitement.

I couldn't help but smile.

'So, as you so succinctly told me, today is your day.'

He didn't reply.

'Oh come on, how bad can it be? You just have to exchange wedding rings.'

'.' He replied, a few seconds later.

'Oh, how eloquent.' I said, dryly.

He snorted with laughter, and then reprimanded himself.

 'This is God's place, and here I am, showing my eloquence and expertise in the language in the form of vulgarities.'
Uh oh. He's begun. Whenever he's nervous, he begins babbling as if it's his job.

 Lord, save me.

‘So, are you ready?’ I asked, shoving my hands into my pockets, looking around the church, watching the various colors blend and mix and create magic.

 His almond-shaped eyes blinked as a sign of agreement, and in an unconvincingly proprietorial way, he strode towards the altar.

‘I hope so. I really hope so. You won't lose the rings will you? What if I mess up my vows? What if  my vulgar tongue slips and I say lust instead of trust?’

I straightened the rose in his button-hole and smiled, hoping it was reassuring enough. 

'Nothing's gonna happen. You're gonna be trustful enough now.' I said.

'And I have the rings in my pocket.'

‘Plus,along with trust, you lust.’ I added receiving a glare from him.

I slipped a hand into my pocket, to feel a brush of velvet firmness. The box.

It was safe.

I smiled to myself. Yun Ho began shivering slightly. The crowd began buzzing around us.

Then, the first strains of Ave Maria were being played.

The church organ sounded resplendent, and beautiful in the mellow silence.

I pictured the vision of sunlight falling on pink marble.

I was in seventh heaven. Nothing could have been better.

Except-

her.

A pale-blue flower, set admist sleek, brownish-black hair.

A pair of astonishingly hazel eyes.

She walked in, solid, and strong. Vivid colours surrounded her each step she took. Those hazel eyes turned to me, and I hastily looked away.

I fixed that cold look, which most women found desirable.

I pretended to be coolly offhand.

The solid blue in her hand, the pale translucent blue of her gown, the rich darkness of her hair. It seemed almost impossible to replicate even when my heart screamed at me to do exactly that. To replicate her on canvas.

However, I couldn't consider even acting on this sudden and welcome impulse since Father asked for the rings.

Noticing the position she took, I realized I was staring at the maid of honor and resolved to find out about her the moment this wedding got over. I watched her eyes glaze over as she looked at the church, almost in awe.

I heard a sharp intake of breath from Yun Ho.

I looked toward the aisle and saw the bride.

I could see why.

The bride herself was a vision in white, emanating a strong, pearly glow.

She walked with grace, and her old man looked solemn, and proud, all at the same time.

The calla lilies in her hands looked beautiful.

Their green insides set off the beauty of the wedding dress in a way no other flower would.

He father lifted off her veil, pressed a small kiss on her forehead, before handing her over to Yun Ho, who obviously was shivering.

Their trembling hands met and he brought her over to the altar where the Father stood, smiling at the two. I noticed a flash of the pale blue over my vision yet again as I glanced at the hazel eyes which seemed to be in a far away place.

'You may kiss the bride.'
Those distant hazel eyes came back to the scene. She was looking at the bride and groom. Suddenly, her eyes were filled with tears.

She exuded something. Something which made me want to capture her and never let her go.

She blinked.

I was hanging on to her every move.
Almost like it was the air I breathed. That moment, where the room burst into cheers and the bride and groom where dragged away for photos, I in my breath and walked over to her.

‘Pink.’ I said, feeling very stupid.

We were both ushered to the side anyway, and I could have sung loudly.
She looked up at me, plainly confused.
'Pink.' The word shot out of my mouth.
'Um... Excuse me?'
You can do this. You can do this.
I lamely cheered myself on, mentally slapping myself for saying something so stupid.

Then, I repeated the word with a look of.finality in my eyes. Show off to her! She needs to be fascinated by your mysterious charm! I told myself.

‘Um- what?’ She repeated, looking at me plainly confused. I racked my brains for something smart and came up with "You have a pink aura."

Wu Yi Fan! What the hell is wrong with you?

Pink Aura? Seriously?

She smiled. 'Yellow. Sunshine yellow.' my traitor of a body shot.out.

She laughed out loud. It was musical and tinkly.
'You're an artist too.' She said, in a mellow voice.
She had seen through it! Oh my god!
'What do you specialize in?' she continued.

'Water colour.'

I asked her the same and she replied ‘I specialize in oil impasto. And sometimes, yes, water colour.’
That explained her faraway look. Somewhat, mainly because it was the same look I wore when I was inspecting the church. Not that I'd ever admit it.

'Seo Young! Nawa, Palli!'
 

She looked,apologetically. 'Gotta go!'
 

So that was her name. Seo Young.
 

She went towards the bride, who was beckoning her frantically. She smiled, and cameras flashed.

'And who might you be, young man?'

'I am the groom's best friend.' I said, flashing a smile.

'I am their mother,' she said, pointing at the sisters.

I smiled politely. I turned around and my eyes met Seo Young's. Feeling raucous, I winked at her. She smiled, and I felt my heart flutter tentatively.

She floated around the crowd, oozing intelligence and grace; she spoke a little too long and with a little too much familiarity to a wide eyed man with thick lips. They laughed and talked, which thoroughly bugged me as he was stealing precious time with her.
He reminded me of a cushion.

He seemed to have cracked a funny joke, for she began laughing hysterically.
"I'd like to call the Bride and groom forward for their dance." Someone called into the mic, the floor cleared as YunHo and his bride stepped into the centre.

I was momentarily distracted from my rather exciting reverie of warding the cushion away onto a sofa.

The slow lilting music stopped suddenly, and the DJ scratched backwards. After that, a Michael Jackson number began playing. They both did a surprisingly synchronized dance to it.

I was surprised myself.

The whole marquee cheered, and she was applauding enthusiastically. I made my way towards her and smiled. She was surprised, but she covered it u and began jamming to the number.
I couldn't help but admire her pluck as she danced.

"Calling the Maid of Honor and Best Man to dance!" The same person yelled as I jumped at the opportunity.

We both wove our way through the crowd and began dancing to 'Burning Love' by Elvis.

Suddenly, a song by Super Junior began blaring through the speakers. Cushion stared at us from the crowd, cheering as I gloated to myself. The crowd cheered deafeningly as the opening strains of 'y, Free and Single' began playing. 'Y, FREE AND SINGLE, I'M READY, TOO, BINGO!'

We chanted. Seo Young and I attempted to replicate the choreography only to fail miserably. Looked like the only things we could replicate were with paint. We both burst into gleeful laughter, and then I felt closer to her than ever, even when we hadn't exchanged too much conversation.

Even through all the chaos and confusion, we'd created a bond. At least I hoped we had.

‘Bond.’ I thought as I left the dance floor. I didn't even know her number. Ah, I could just ask YunHo, I thought to myself. But maybe I should have gotten her number.

'Dude! Champagne?' A familiar voice yelled. Jong In, I thought, bemusedly. 'Hell, why not?' I grabbed another bottle.

'BAMBARATATATATATATATATATATA BEAT! 'We were singing loudly and raucously. With Jong In imitating Park Bom, things were drunkenly hilarious.

"Kim Jong In! You behave yourself boy! How on Earth will you get married in this state?" Jong In's father growled, picking the drunken Jong In.

"And you, Wu Fan! Such a bad influence on my son!" He spat at me as I blinked drunkenly,
completely disregarding the old geezer.

We grabbed more bottles of soju this time, and switched to Hot Summer by fx。

I blinked again, and said, ' Congratulations, sir! You've fixed his marriage up?'
 

'That is none of your-' his sentence was lost as the best man's speech was called. I walked up, slightly punch-drunk onto the stage.

'Anneyonghaseo,' I made a mock- bow, and titters were heard in the crowd.’my best friend is getting married today. Aaaand obviously, he couldn't find a more handsome best man,' someone whistled as I raised my glass to them. 'To his bride, I must warn you, that he might use the worst of vulgarities in the most wrong places.'
 

'Hear, hear,' Jong In said appreciatively, as YunHo turned a slight shade of red.
 

'Other than that one glitch, your marriage should work out great! To the wedding!' I raised my glass.
 

'To the wedding!' the crowd echoed. Cushion, to my chagrin, was sitting next to her. He politely raised his glass and took a tiny sip before engaging in a conversation with her. I sobered up at once, and walked towards them.

 'Hi!' I said, wobbling a bit. Talking to her was a bit of a challenge. She smiled back "Hi,” She took one look at me "You're drunk."
 

'Yes, and proud of it,' I said.

'Showing off here, too, are we?' She said, coquettishly. 'Anyway, introductions are in order. This is my childhood friend, Xiu Min. He's Chinese too.'
 

This cushion was Chinese too, huh?

"So what kind of aura does XiuMin have?" she asked, grinning.

'The colour of boogers.' I said.

Cushion's eyes widened as her lips parted in slight shock.

"Boogers? Are you a child?"

'Well, yes, I am. And I love it. The world's so awesomely woozy.'

Then, suddenly, the world out.