"okay." she mutters to herself emotionlessly in the mirror, brushing her eyelashes with mascara. "happy. you're happy. let's try smiling again."
it looks like that sarcastic grimace donghae was always commenting on these days.
"smile," he had said one day. "you would look prettier."
sighing, she put down the brush and stared into her vanity.
"you're killing me, you know that?" she whispers to her reflection. her lipstick matches her purse.
she smiles, cruel and beautiful, and gathers her things.
she's late to her best friend's wedding.
the bride is beautiful and glowing in her lavish wedding gown. her dad was probably the "anything for my princess" shopper. she carries a bouquet of pink roses and lilies, the tiara on her head sparkling under the dim Sunday sun through the church's stain-glass-window.
tacky organ music plays the Wedding March obnoxiously. she grimaces-she hates the organ.
she wonders for a brief moment if it was okay to be wearing a cream colored dress when the bride was in white. she doesnt get any disgusted looks so she assumes it's fine.
then, the doors of the church barge open and a person scurries down the aisle. he whispers something into the bride's pearl-pierced earrings that has her screaming and in tears the next second. her tiara and veil clatter to the ground and she crumples into a heap of white satin frills and runny mascara.
the guests are throw into discord, are horrifed at the bride's reaction to whatever the messenger said.
"what?" she finds herself asking a severe-looking woman who is dabbing her eyes. if she's not mistaken, it's the bride's great aunt. "what's happened?"
"donghae's run off." the bride's great aunt replies tartly. "the scoudrel."
she can feel her eye twitch. if he's run off, there's only one place that he'd run off to.
"LEE DONGHAE, YOU IDIOT!"
donghae jerks, startled at the loud voice. for a moment, he's terrified it's the bride he's left at the alter, but when he opens the door to his car and looks behind him, there she is, his best friend of seven years storming his way in satin pumps and blazing eyes.
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THINGS UNHOLY ARE YOU DOING?" she roars. "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE GETTING MARRIED TO YOUR GIRLFRIEND!"
"forget you." he says miserably. taking a swig from his bottle of tequila, he relishes the burn and glares at her. "you can't tell me what to do."
"that's not the frickin' point, stupid." she hisses. "do you KNOW how many people are waiting for you to come back and sweep Princess Bride off her feet like you've been doing for the past few years? what are you thinking? why are you throwing this all away?"
"because i can't love her like i love you." he says, wearily. "i just can't."
she's stunned, overjoyed and pissed all at once.
"you idiot." she growls, punching him across the face. it stings and hurt and makes donghae's eyes water. "you can't just pick up one girl and abandon me and then do it all over again to her. seriously, i'm going to-"
"shut up, man." he sighs. he pulls her in by the waist and kisses her, her crimson lipstick smudging all over his mouth.
when they pull away, he knows that it's okay.
"it's okay." he reassures. "it's okay."
they drive off into a sunset of broken hearts, growing love, and promises. he promises that their wedding will be beautiful, without organ. she can wear any dress she wants, no matter how expensive. when he finally has enough money, he'll buy her the most beautiful, expensive diamond ring he can find. when they have kids ("tons and tons of kids," he purrs like a promise), they'll have a big, beautiful house with plenty of room to run around, a big bedroom, a garden, and a dog.
when they get married, he keeps every single promise.