riki.nishimura. → yours sincerely

happy ending for u losers

FINE DONT CANCEL ME HERES A HAPPY ENDING FOR THOSE WHO WANTED ONE

you can read this as a standalone from the previous epilogues, or just a continuation, up to you pookies

eat up munchkins happy christmas

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ANOTHER YEAR LATER

I've lived without the yearning for Niki. It's been two years since we officially parted, or something like that.

I've had my fair share of guys come into my life and walk right back out. None lasted because they simply could not compare to Niki.

I said I'd wait, and I've made amends with being lonely, but I'm only getting older, and I can't imagine living alone for the rest of my life.

Though, from all the failed dates and week-long relationships - it's looking like that's my inevitable fate either way.

If I had thought Niki's band was popular a year ago, I clearly had no idea what they would be a year from then. Now, they're touring many many countries, visiting places they probably never thought they'd visit, surrounding themselves with thousands of fans, and of course, basking in endless cash.

Good on him, I repeat to myself on a daily basis. Perhaps I'm salty, perhaps I'm not.

I'm heading back from another miserable date. What is it with guys and being so frugal and strange nowadays? I can't seem to find someone who'll match my standards - maybe they're too high - maybe they're not.

I don't know anymore, I just know I'm over this dating game. It's making me frustrated, almost.

I almost feel like I'm in a dramatic movie scene as I storm through the streets of my city, it's currently a deep spring in Seoul, and every tree scattered by is coated in gorgeous, soft pink petals that twirl and flutter down so gracefully.

I shake my head with a frustrated sigh, walking through the cloud of petals that suddenly decided to fall.

I wonder if he even remembers me. A stupid thought comes into my head, and that kills my mood even further, as if my day couldn't have gotten worse.

I finally make it to the comfort of my own home, and I unlock the door, sighing and finally feeling the relief of being in a space that holds no annoyance or stupid idiots.

I look to my feet, noticing a letter on the floor. It's sealed in a pristine white envelope, the whole look of the envelope looks expensive itself, I furrow my brows.

What is this? A wedding invitation?

I knew that my friends had ongoing, long relationships, but I would of never expected this any time soon.

I crouch down, picking the sleek and soft envelope in my hand - oh - this paper is most definitely bought by rich people.

There's no name, no address, it's a plain envelope, and I really do wonder if this is just some random person that slid a letter through my post, or one of my friends really inviting me to a wedding.

I give a sigh, taking my time to make sure I open the envelope properly without any rips.

Inside lays a neatly folded piece of paper, I am so evidently confused, but nonetheless, I disregard the human urge to just scramble the paper open and read what's on it, and instead, I gently unwravel the folded paper, carefully making sure nothing is damaged.