I'm sorry for reposting this story! I missed the last part when I copied it so no wonder it looked it's a little bit lacking of something. I'm so sorry. Thank you! :-)

Yuri stood in front of the mirror as she watched to her reflection with a relieved smile and teary eyes. Years by years they’ve gone through together - the hardships, good times, old times, from young loves to groom and bride – all would disembogue at the altar.

She tried so hard to hold the tears as she smiled to herself. She wasn’t bragging about how beautifully magnificent she was that day. She’s smiling to her fate with Minho. She’d wanted him to be the one in her life from long time ago. They were a high school lovebirds back then. All started from Yuri’s little crush to the school’s basket team captain. She always kept her feelings folded inside her and appeared as an icy chic Kwon Yuri.

Love probably has higher heat than a flame – at least that’s what Yuri and Minho thought. Both of them were the cockiest star in school but each knew it clearly that they had these feelings grown in them but they remained unsealed – all because of pride.

She reminisced back to the time where she talked to him. That was when she failed her 11th modeling casts. She remembered wailing alone on the school’s gym in late night and Minho happened to find her. They were bickering at first but Minho ended up soothing her all night until Yuri fell asleep on his shoulder.

Yuri snapped out of her mind when she heard the door cracked open. She turned around and found Krystal on the door. “Eonnie!” she trotted to Yuri and hugged her from aside – since she couldn’t let herself recklessly stepped on Yuri’s long dress.

Krystal immediately cried when she buried her face to Yuri’s arms. “Eonnie… I can’t believe you’re getting married in minutes,” she sniffed. Yuri couldn’t hold her self from crying as she turned around to embrace the loveliest one.

“You’re going to leave me alone! My sister’s getting stolen from me,” she jested while still sniffing. She’s indeed in a deep sadness but of course she’s sad in a good way.

Yuri her hair as she chuckled out of her emotional cry. “You’re still under my responsibility no matter what. But not until you’re married with Kai,” she chuckled.

“Eonnie!” Krystal slapped her arms lightly before she stared into her sister’s eyes deeply. “Eonnie, you look so happy. Promise me you’ll stay exactly like this, or more than this until the day you die. Okay?”

Yuri wiped her tears carefully and then she cupped Krystal’s cheek, “Jung-ah. You also promise me that you’ll be equally happy as me they day you’re married. You hear me?”

Krystal frowned but she hid it all behind her smile. She even doubted it if she would ever be as happy as her when she’s married later one day. For the fact that her groom would never be Kai – she wondered if she could find another one that could give her off feelings like what Kai gave her.

Krystal just slightly nodded and held Yuri’s palms that were cupping her cheeks. They both laughed but they’re still crying. They hugged once again until their father went in to tell them that everybody’s already waiting.

Yuri nervously walked down the aisle with her hand clinging on her father’s arms. The guests were looking at her in awe for being the most beautiful bride they’d ever seen in life. Yuri kept on throwing all of the guests a thankful smile for their times until she reached the altar. “You’re beautiful. I’m so lucky to have you,” Minho mouthed her with the most sincere smile he’d ever let out all his life.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

The guests cheered as the newlywed couple crashed their lips against each other in the most tender and romantic way ever. Krystal cringed in her smile yet she couldn’t stop her tears from tearing up.

Kai chuckled lightly as he quickly pulled Krystal onto his hug. “I’m so happy for them….” Krystal mumbled with a smile on her face. “You must be,” Kai pecked her head before they tore apart to watch Yuri and Minho headed out of the church.

After having a formal lunc