a day of your friends wedding. she was barely even 20, already getting married. but whatever, none of your business, was it?..

you were planning to go with your boyfriend. and you did. but it didnt go as planned at all. you got into an argument right before leaving, and he didnt say a word to you on the way there. you both just sat in silence, listening to music that played from the cars radio. it wasnt even that much of a fight, but he was known for over exaggerating everything and quite literally NEVER apologised. you decided to not give in this time. you quietly hoped he would say sorry first, but he of course didnt.

the ceremony alone went really well. your friend looked just stunning, so did her fiance- or rather husband by now. it wouldve been a really fun time, if not for your lovely boyfriend, who still kept being stubborn.

the ceremony ended, everyone moved to the food and dancing part. while he was driving there, you finally gave up. you apologised a few times, and to your surprise, he didnt forgive you. all he said was just a quiet 'mhm'. he didnt even sit next to you during the dinner. instead he chose to sit next to one of his female friends. your best friend—Su-bong—of course noticed that. he asked about the argument you and your boyfriend had, but you couldnt really explain it. because why was he even so mad? so, Su-bong sat next to you as a poor attempt to cheer you up.

finally, the dancing part. the bride had her first dance, then the guests were invited on the floor as well. the music started playing; just some random love songs like careless whisper or something. you looked through the crowd, trying to find your boyfriend. and when you did find him, you were met with the sight of him with the girl he sat next to earlier. dancing. you were shocked- why would he do that? he was holding her so close, it looked so intimate. they were laughing, basically clinging to each other—

then, you felt a hand on yours, tugging you closer, so you turned around. of course, Su-bong.

"dont worry about that bastard. just.. tell me what to do."

he muttered quietly, looking at you. he had no idea how to dance, he was never the one to jump onto the dancefloor. but he cared about you.