“I love you, Sungjong.”   As soon as Sungyeol said that, Sunggyu and Dongwoo exchanged worried glances.  He actually did it.  Out of all the possible times he could’ve done it, he just had to do it on the day Sungjong was getting married. 

“I love you too, hyung.” Sungjong hugged Sungyeol, “Now wish me luck.”   

“Good luck, Jongie.” 

“Thanks for being my best man!” Sungjong’s smile was brighter than Sungyeol had ever seen it.  He almost felt blinded. 

“Thanks for choosing me,” Sungyeol said it with so much emotion that Sungjong hesitated in his walk to the door. 

“What’s wrong?”

“He’s just pissed that you’re getting married before him!” Dongwoo exclaimed.

“We really need to get you out of here and into the church!” Sunggyu was dragging Sungjong out of the room, “Yeol will join you up there in a minute!”

As soon as the door closed behind Sungjong, Dongwoo turned to Sungyeol, “You just had to do it, didn’t you.  You really screwed yourself now.”

Sungyeol looked downcast, “He didn’t even get it.  He never takes me seriously.”

“Yeol-ah,” Dongwoo sat down beside Sungyeol. 

“Nah.  It’s okay.  It’s not like this is new to me, right?  Each time I tell him how I feel or that I’m in love with him, he just thinks it’s a joke.”