A long ray of sunlight hit Kris straight in the face. He groaned and rolled over to try and escape the pesky patch of sun. No such luck. The sun was on a mission and that mission was to wake him up in the most unholiest of hours. 

Yeonhee was bored. And starved. She was so bored and hungry, she imagined the hair brushes on the vanity in front of her to be chicken drumsticks and made a show of pretending to eat them. She almost put them in (she had a vivid imagination) but Yeonsu's arrival stopped her from choking and embarrassing herself. 

"I just got off the phone with-Eonnie? What are you doing?"

Yeonhee dropped the brushes and jumped, looking up at her sister with the most pitiful puppy eyes she had ever seen on her older sister. "Yeonsu. Yeonsu, help me! They're trying to kill your eonnie through starvation!"

"Really?" Yeonsu, a big fan of food and a big non-believer in hunger, was naturally horrified. "They wouldn't!"

Yeonhee's pout said otherwise. 

"Here." Yeonsu pulled a small pack of chocolate chip cookies from her bag (she could feed the North Korean army with the amount of food she had in the thing) and handed it to her drooling sister. Yeonhee gobbled it up with much gusto, still being careful to not drop any crumbs on her clothes. The committee would have a heart attack if there was even a speck of chocolate on her robe. (Despite the fact that it was only a robe and not her actual dress.)

"Gomawo, Yeonsu!" Yeonhee smiled, chugging back the bottle of water beside her (her only source of nourishment since 9:30 A.M.) 

"You're welcome!" Yeonsu chirped back, lunging for the armchair by vanity. "I stole your phone off that tray as well. I figured you must have been bored, stuck in this tiny room for more than two hours straight."

She retrieved her phone from her sister. "You don't say," she drily replied. 

Yeonhee tapped away happily on her phone, content on doing whatever it was that 28 year-old bride-to-be's did. Yeonsu was currently inhaling the North Korean Army supply, not caring that she probably looked like a human-sized pig to outsiders (and not caring if Kim Jongil was ready to hunt her down for stealing his army's provisions).

Yeonhee had taken advantage of the building's Internet connection, but soon few very tired from staring at weird faces (apparently classified as 'derping') on her dash on Tumblr. So she played Flow Free to kill time instead. Man, was she good at the game! Yeonsu, however, was already on her fourth packet of chips. And no, not those pathetic mini-sized ones created for conserving space. Full sized bags full of fatty, MSG-coated goodness. Oh, the gym would be her new BFFL after the wedding reception. 

Suddenly, the door was flung open and both sisters jumped guiltily. Yeonhee panicked (she was supposed to bephone-less because the artificial light of the phone could damage the waterproof, dustproof and basically typhoon-proof foundation she had on. Seriously, who made-much less wore-dustproof foundation?) She shoved her phone down her robe and it settled somewhere no girl would have liked to settle. Yeonhee grimaced, who knew she had a ert of a phone? Yeonsu didn't want the two people at the door to think that she was feeding the bride. She would get in SOOO much trouble. 

A girl that not-so-faintly reminded Yeonsu of Effie Trinket from that American series The Hunger Games strutted in first, then followed by a person (who's gender was unclear to Yeonsu, due to the fact that he/she dressed like a female but appeared to be a male) did not strut, but sashayed instead. Yeonsu shook her head, these people should at least have some consistency. 

As the two recently-arrived people prepared to set out their (torture devices) cosmetics and styling tools atop the vanity, Yeonsu pulled her equally-frightened sister aside. "The girl reminds me of that monstrous ball of happiness Effie Trinket."

"The guy looks like he forgot what his gender was."

What can I say, great minds think alike. 

"We're here to do your make up, Miss Yeonhee!" Effie chirped. (Like I couldn't tell, Yeonhee thought, but didn't say it aloud because she was nice like that.)

"Yes, Yeonhee-ssi, I assure you that you are being entrusted to great hands," Girly Boy (or was it Boyly Girl) continued on, obviously trying to impress her. It didn't work, to be frank. 

Yeonhee would have liked to say that they dragged her on to the death chair kicking and screaming, but the whole ordeal was quite calm. Oddly enough, Yeonsu was there to calm her over dramatic sister (who's aversion to make up was just pathetic, really) The author cannot delve more into the gruelling hour and a half where cosmetics were smeared onto Yeonhee's typically bland body. Because when it came to make up, the author had as much knowledge as an infant. 

"Now, just the dresses, accesorizing and shoes and you can go get your man," Effie chirped and Girly Boy/Boyly Girl laughed as if in agreement, like eveything was sunshine, candy floss and unicorns pooping rainbows. 

Yeonhee groaned internally.

Kris meandered the building, hall after hall, searching for something he didn't know. Kris had to hand it to the person who chose the building as the Yeonhee's wedding setting. Knowing her, she would low this kind of grand structure, dubbing it dreamily with words like 'romantic' or 'magical'. While Kris was the cynic, bringing her down from the moon and keeping her on the ground.

Kris sighed, and brushed away his blonde hair. He was in no position to make assumptions like that about, especially since he was set on ruining probably the happiest day of her life. If he didn't chicken out first.

Kris studied the tall windows, with its shiny mahogany frame and crystal clear panes. He could  just imagine his own wedding being staged in this very place, with Yeonhee beside him and- Kris immediately halted the thoughts. He had no right to immediately think that Yeonhee was just going to welcome him back into her life with arms wide open. His chances were slim. Frighteningly so. 

He looked overhead, studying the ceiling with an almost-desperate intensity, as I he stared at it hard enough, the answers to his dilemmas would come. He dropped his eyes because he knew he looked like a complete imbecile and he had an image to keep. His eyes went to his neatly polished shoes. 

"Yeonhee," Kris whispered. "Please come to me, just please come to me."

No answer. What did he expect, the walls would spit out Yeonhee in front of him so he could grovel for forgiveness? Wishful thinking. Kris paused to lean on the wall, suddenly aware of how tired he was from the lack of sleep he got (in his opinion, 9:30 to 10:00 was a measly amount of time to sleep). He closed his eyes. 

A small, wobbly voice. "K-Kris..."

Yeonsu excused herself from her sister's cell room, making up some excuse to get out of that stiflingly-tiny room. She nearly ran out, sighing in relief when she had closed the door (Yeonhee wasn't the ONLY drama queen in the family). She meandered the halls of the old fashioned building cooing at the intricate paintings etched onto the ceilings. Like her sister used to be, she was a real er for beautiful things. 

She was munching on another one of her snacks (really, the girl was a bottomless pit) when she spotted a figure slouched against the wall. A grin ate her face as she checked the mystery man out. Tall, handsome side profile, blonde hair that looked familiar... a little too familiar. Yeonsu narrowed her eyes and approached. 

Yeonsu stopped in front of him in shock. "K-Kris?"

Kris's eyes shot open, hope draining out of his eyes when she caught sight of her. "Oh. It's you."

"Disappointed?" she sniped with a cocked eyebrow. 

"Very."

Yeonsu forced herself to sound neutral and not punch the guy's face off his pretty head. "And what, pray tell, are you doing here?"

Kris was wary; this wasn't the way you acted to the person who ruined your sister's life. Usually it involved a lot of screaming and bloody body parts severed from their rightful place. This was far from that. Of course, it didn't occur to the dummy that it may have been the calm before the storm. "Why should I tell you?"

The jerk had the gall. "Because I want to make sure I'm not offending anyone by slaughtering you."

Kris now got the idea. "Yeonsu-ssi. I just want to talk to your sister!" Please don't kill me, he added as an afterthought in his head. 

"Why should I let you?" The venom in her words was enough to make him wince. 

"Please. It's important that I do!"

Yeonsu took a moment to study his face. Then she sighed and whipped out her phone. Kris wasn't sure what it was and jumped, afraid that she would gut him with whatever sharp thing she kept in there. When she starts dialling Kris relaxed and slumped against the wall again. That was easier than he had thought. 

"Don't think it's over yet, you jerk," Yeonsu said, waiting for her sister to pick up. "The storm hasn't even begun."

And somehow, Kris believed her. 

Yeonsu murmured some words into the phone, punctuating the call with a long sigh. "She said she's coming. And it isn't going to be good."

Yeonsu left, her footsteps in time with the racing of his heart. Finally.