My Hyung's Wedding...

Aigooo, am I gonna get a hater for this again?? LOL

Hmmm, Sunday was IDLE and the boring aftie was making me sleepy---so I decided to watch MNI again and tada!!! Ideas, ideas!!!

Please do leave comments..

And, THANK YOU Ate Haewon for the PICTURE!!!

The late afternoon sun shone mightily over the Eastern skies—his last hurrah before the moon takes her reign.

Beads of sweat started to form on Kyujong’s forehead as he quietly shielded the sun using his hand. A lean, tall figure walked idly on the vast terrace is isolating himself from the rest of the crowd. Kyujong was almost certain the figure came out from the heavy wooden doors. He observed from a distance, not minding Yougnsaeng’s chitchats and Jungmin’s boisterous laughter. He was trying to focus on the person from across the wide place.

The other person seemed lost, and although it wasn’t very clear, there was sadness and grief stamped all over his face. His shoulders slumped as he took a seat, holding a glass of untouched champagne between his hands. Unlike everyone else in that private resort somewhere in SouthEast Asia, he seemed gravely depressed. He was a contradiction of everyone else’s festive and happy spirits.

Kyujong noticed a hand squeezing his arm. He looked at the woman beside him—his girlfriend. Yoobin, too, had been observing the gloomy person on the other side of the terrace.

She leaned closer to him and whispered, “I think you need to talk to him…”, her voice filled with worry.

Kyujong nodded then excused himself from his posse and made his way through the crowd.

He cleared his throat and sat down beside Hyungjun.

“Where have you been, Maknae? Everybody has been looking for you….”, Kyujong started, but he did not get a reply.

He cleared his throat again, another attempt, this time straight to the point, “So, Hyungjunah, were you able to do what you came here to do?”

Hyungjun stared blankly at the wine glass, then bobbed his head, “Mmmmm…”, he mumbled.

Although Kyujong knew what Hyungjun’s answer would be, he pretended not to know.

“So, you broke them up?”, Kyujong asked, “You got Noona to agree not to marry Hyung?”

This time, Hyungjun held on to the glass tightly as if determined not to break it while Kyu anxiously waited for his response and preparing what to say next.

“Ani..”, Hyungjun said softly, the pain he must be feeling causing him to choke.

“Ani..”, he said again, his eyes staring straight at the dark blue sea that stretched far and wide.

“I did my mission. I came here to do what I was supposed to do..”, he sighed.

“Which is?”, Kyujong asked.

“I went inside to wish them both a happy life together, full of love and blessings..”, Hyungjun closed his eyes, preventing the tears from falling.

“Noona seems very happy with Hyung. And Hyung, he obviously loves her very much..”, the Maknae explained, “How am I supposed to ruin that kind of love?”

Kyujong stared at Hyungjun, relieved.
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“I now pronounce you, man and wife. The Shillang may now kiss his Buin..”, the priest announced.

Hyungjun cringed. Hearing the priest say those lines was like pouring vinegar on his already broken heart.

He sat silently still as everyone got up to greet the newly weds as if gathering his strength and courage.

When everyone left to attend the reception, the Maknae stood up and walked through the green path.
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“And now, let’s hear from one of Hyejungssi’s favorite Young Masters—Hyungjunah!”, the emcee said.

It was Kyujong’s turn to cringe, squeezing Yoobin’s hand, as his heart skipped a beat.

Hyungjun stood up and took the microphone. He stared into space for awhile.

“Today, I had a dream.”, he smirked as he looked at Hyunjoong.

“I dreamt someone got in the way of true love..”, this time he stared at his Noona who was looking back at him intently.

“But looking at Hyung and Noona, I realized they are each other’s soul mate, each other’s sweetheart, each other’s dream come true from now on until the end of time…”

“Hyung has given his heart and soul to Noona, and Noona has accepted that fully.”

“Luckily, it was just a dream, a nightmare in fact.”, he looked at his shoe and sighed. He raised his wine glass, “Let’s toast our glasses to true love. As Shakespeare said, Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds. When life gets hard and things change true love remains the same. Here’s to Noona and Hyung’s genuine and true love, a love that will remain the same.. Always and Forever..”

Kyujong beamed with pride and joy as everyone raised their glasses.

Hyungjun sighed as he watched his Noona smiling happily at his Hyung, then let out a huge sigh. He did what he came here to do.

Kyujong stood up beside him and tapped his shoulder, “I’m proud of you, dude. You’ll find the one for you.”