#nyeongnet

“Why are you late? Damn it, it’s a special day!” Jinyoung’s friends love drama. Of all things, he just wants them to shut up and stop making a fuss over nothing. He looks up to one of his friend, Mark, who is wearing the biggest grin ever.

“Overslept.” He didn’t. He didn’t sleep a wink. He thought about the story over and over, the result always the same.

“We would like to call the newlyweds, if they are ready.” Mark grabs him by the arm and drags him deeper into the crowd. They both stop right in front of the biggest table. It’s made of deep mahogany and lights, with white arum lily and deep green leaves.

It’s pretty, but Jinyoung sees nothing.

He looks up to the first person stepping into the greenhouse. Violins pop up in his ears, just like light illuminates his brownish eyes and tints his bewildered expression.

You walk into the greenhouse with uneasy steps. Everyone is looking at you. Some of them are emotional, others are serious. You close your eyes and walk deeper, your dress floating around you in a swift yet delicate manner.

You try to focus on everything but your surroundings but there is only one thing that strikes you. You don’t need to see it to notice Jinyoung. You never needed to look at each other to know the other was around. He is wearing the same suit he always wears whenever there’s an event.

“You’re so pretty.” You hear and it makes you blush.

You look at Jinyoung when you gather enough courage to face him on such an important day, but he is gone. Your husband is right next to you, in his bright white suit. He smiles widely at your heavenly features.

Right. Jinyoung is a guest. One of the best men, among all your male friends.

You have a husband, now.

“I’m nervous.” His voice is a tad shaky as his head approach yours, making you tear your eyes from the void to stare at his anxious face.

“Me too.” You breathe and smile at him. You’re not sad, it’s not like you didn’t pick your husband yourself. You love your husband, he is a caring and gentle man, with a great personality.

“Shall we greet the guests?” He asks while readjusting his tie and waves at his friends.

You don’t feel like wandering the place yet. Nervousness is eating you from the inside, and the idea of meeting Jinyoung now is frightening.

But then again, Jinyoung wouldn’t care. He never did, and you feel stupid as you think about him.

It has always been one-sided. Right from the start.

You sigh and take a step down, separating from your husband to meet your guests. At the same time, someone else is running away from the hassle to find peace, but an annoying hand stops him before he can take a step out of the crowded place.

“Get your ass inside.”

Jinyoung turns around, a brow lifted “Can you let me live?”

But Mark has other plans. “I want you to have fun. Don’t be down now when you did nothing back then.”

Jinyoung smacks his lips in irritation. Of all people, Mark is the only one who knew at the time, and has always been the nagging type, the friend who pushes him until he wants to yell in frustration. He is a great friend, and Jinyoung doesn’t want to admit he is actually damn right on this one.

“So I can’t even hate myself?” He exhales and Mark laughs wish his stupid white teeth.

“I told you regrets would eat you alive. What did you answer, then? Oh yeah ‘It’s not like I need her to live’ you stupid dimwit.” Mark rolls his eyes, falsely dramatic.

“Ok first of all, stupid and dimwit mean the same thing. And thank you for the support. I appreciate.” Jinyoung almost forgets about his own depression at some point, and Mark laughs again, grabbing him by the shoulder to pull him back inside.

But Jinyoung isn’t sad, Jinyoung is totally out of it. He still hasn’t realised the fact that you are getting married, and until he set foot in here, he couldn’t believe it. He looks around the place again and sees you, hugging people and laughing with others. You look happy, like the world is complete and he wants to hit his head against the nearest table.

You don’t look for him in the crowd. You don’t need to see him. You can’t look at him because you decided not to think about this. Hurting yourself has always been your forte, but today isn’t about him, today is about your future and your husband. You can’t possibly ruin everything for the sake of a man who doesn’t even care about you.

He doesn’t deserve your love anyways.

When everyone is greeted, it’s time to go back to the main table. Your friends have a surprise for you, and even though it’s scaring you, you’re glad you can run away from Jinyoung to focus on something else. You take a seat and the master of ceremonies approaches you.

“If the guests would like to have a seat, we have a surprise for tonight’s princess.”

You cringe at the choice of word, before looking in front of you. This is so cliché-

You stop processing whatever you brain is thinking when Jinyoung’s eyes meet yours in the middle of the room. He is among your group of friends and he looks bored. He stares at you like you are the most stupid person on earth, and at some point, it’s hard to stare back so you focus on your other friends.

Mark looks so happy, and your best friend Gina is crying a river. The table is full of emotions, and then there is Jinyoung, who looks like he would rather jump out the window rather than be here.

You husband sits right before the video projector turns on.

“The bride’s friends prepared a little something. If you’d like.” He takes a tiny remote control and presses a button.

Our Best Moments

Jinyoung turns to Mark, bewildered. “Did you do this?” He can’t believe this.

Mark nods, pointing at him, Gina, and another one of their friends, Jaebum -who is too busy stuffing his mouth to notice the general atmosphere-. “Of course we did. You’re so useless we had to do it without you.”

“Hopefully my name won’t appear. You guys are so soppy I want to throw up.” Jinyoung makes a face and Mark almost smacks him on the head.

Gina leans to whisper. “Only people with a heart can understand so shut it.” She high fives Mark and they both team up to mock Jinyoung.

What a day to be alive.

When the first picture appears, Jinyoung freezes right on the spot. His heart starts to beat faster and his eyes can’t get away from the scene.

It’s a picture of you all. Everyone is happy in their old high-school uniforms. The class sends nostalgic vibes to Jinyoung, but what strikes him the most is the way you look at the camera. You look so unhappy.

He can’t deal with this. He thought he could, he thought he could deal with you being happy and loving another man but he can’t. It’s right at this moment that everything he built to come here crushes like a sand castle. It’s hard, it hurts, but he can’t do anything about it.

He can’t stop you from being happy.

He didn’t know he could feel moved anymore. He had been so miserable all these years he thought he wouldn’t feel anything, but the way you look at the picture, with that tiny smile he loves so much is enough make him release a shaky breath.

Jinyoung made the biggest mistake in his life.

He closes his eyes and lets his head drop on his hand, pensive.

He can’t hear anything at some point, but he blames it on his wandering mind. He is totally out of it and wants to disappear, so when he reopens his eyes, he is surprised to see everyone frozen.

He blinks a couple of times but no one is moving. The music has stopped, the master of ceremony is frozen with the mic right over his lips, your smile doesn’t move.

“What the hell is happening-” he jumps when he sees everyone frozen next to him. Mark’s hands stop while clapping, Gina’s face is close to crying again, and Jaebum’s mouth is wide opened.

“Hey.” He jumps when a deep voice blows on his ear and finds a man in a bright white suit. He has the goofiest smile ever, with a bit of mischief and blinks cutely at him.

“What do you want?” Jinyoung gets up so fast he almost falls, surprised to see at least someone who actually moves.

“Let me introduce myself. I’m Jackson Wang. You can call me Jackson.” The Jackson boy smiles at him and extends a hand, which Jinyoung totally ignore. “I’m here to help you.” He adds.

Jinyoung’s brain disconnect for a second and Jackson laughs.

“I’m a fairy. I’m here to help you.” He explains like it’s the most natural thing in the world and pushes on Jinyoung’s shoulder to make him sit. “You might want to sit down, kid.”

Jinyoung purses his lips, his eyes narrowing at the fairy who takes another chair to sit next to him.

“Before you say anything, let me explain. I’m a fairy. I’m here to help you get this girl,” he points to you, still frozen “I’m here to make you both happy!” Jackson squeals so loud Jinyoung jumps again.

“Are you drunk? Do we know each other? And why is everyone frozen?” Jinyoung groans because this is getting too crazy for his liking. Now what, a fairy?

He knew weddings were dangerous places.

“I’m perfectly fine, thank you very much. Everyone is frozen because I made them froze.” He wriggles his brows at Jinyoung who is by now totally lost as to what is happening.

“They sent you, right?” He laughs at some point, because he has no other way to explain the situation, and even less when he sure didn’t drink enough to get this drunk.

Jackson points at his frozen friends with furrowed brows, “Them? Come on kid, do you really think everyone here agreed to this type of joke? No seriously, come on.” He makes gestures with his hands like the fact that he is a fairy is obvious.

But something inside Jinyoung’s brain ticks and he opens his mouth, eyes turned into two slits “How do you even know about her and I?”

When Jackson whines, he jumps back, shocked. “Because I’m a damn fairy! Are you even listening to me?”

“Ok so, let’s say you’re actually a fairy. You’re here because you want to help me get the person who is getting married right now?” It doesn’t make any sense, but Jinyoung gives it a try, because maybe, just maybe, this guy will go away.

But he doesn’t, and inches even closer. “exactly,” he whispers. “I’m here for that.”

“And how are you genius going to do so?” Jinyoung tries to confront this bullshit. Maybe Jackson is a psycho who is about to slander his body. Who knows.

“The pictures! You’ll go into the pictures.”

How interesting.

“Look, I had a lot of fun talking to you but maybe you’re out of your damn mind.” Jinyoung starts scratching his face in an annoying manner and takes another sip of his glass. Maybe he should get drunk.

“Come on, you were crying from the inside a couple of minutes earlier. Don’t act like it’s not true. I’ll give you one last chance. Well technically, you have five more chances.” Jackson starts explaining the deal and Jinyoung finds himself listening to him before he can even protest. It’s way too crazy to be ignored and he will have to beat Mark’s ass for this very lame joke later.

“So once I jump into the picture what do I do?” A smirk appears on Jinyoung face. He must be going crazy, too.

“You do what you were not able to do back then. I can only send you, you’ll have to pay for some good dating pro-tips.” The fairy winks and laugh loudly, before stopping. “I’m joking. I send you right on the day the picture was taken, and you do the rest.”

Jinyoung bites his lips, slowly nodding. “and… how do I get to…go there?”

He can’t believe he is actually having a conversation about going into pictures to get the girl he loves.

“If it’s your most precious wish, you only have to ask for it.” Jackson explains, grabbing the first champagne glass he finds.

“How?” Jinyoung is too tired to deal with crazy people right now. It’s the worst day of his life, he feels lonely, sad, frustrated, angry and now there is a weird guy talking about fairies and steps back in time.

“The magic words.” The fairy answers and Jinyoung wants to slam his head against the table in despair.

“Get lost, freak.” His hand moves on its own, signalling the guy he isn’t going to play along.

Not today.

He tried playing along, he tried being nice, but now it’s too much for him to handle.

“Come on. Just say ‘One more chance!’”

“One more chance.” Jinyoung repeats with a bored voice and Jacksons slaps his arm.

“You have to believe it! Try again! Come on get up, spread your arms, do something but be passionate, for god’s sake.”

“One more chance!” He yells once Jackson pushes him up and the last thing he sees is Jackson talking to him.

“May your wish be fulfilled.”