He was jealous. He hated to admit it, but he was jealous. How long had he been in love with Mimi, only to have -him- swan in, and take away his every chance?
Before -he- arrived, the only thing that stopped him was his own fear. He could have had her - he knew he could.
But fear stopped him too long and he'd lost the chance, lost his love, lost it all.
Today, it would be all over, and he could stop even dreaming.

Jyou sat nervously, Bukamon sitting beside him, restless with the knowledge his partner was unhappy and wouldn't tell him why.
He shouldn't be nervous. Why was he nervous? He had nothing to be nervous about. He should just be resigned. Instead, Jyou's stomach had twisted tightly, and he felt like he was going to be sick. Except he wasn't. It was just nerves, nerves he shouldn't even be having. It wasn't his wedding.
Jyou brushed away the blue hair that had fallen in front of his glasses, something to do with his hands other than wring them needlessly. But he couldn't help it.
"Jyou!" Jyou looked along the seating to where Koushirou waved. He smiled a hello as his friend came to sit down beside him, carrying Minomon. A woman walked down behind him, a pretty girl with hair the same red shade as her husband's. She smiled shyly at Jyou - despite her and Koushirou having been married 3 years, Jyou still didn't know her to well, and it worried him that he hardly ever saw his friends. Being a doctor was stressful, they knew that, but he still felt guilty about it.
Gradually, all the seating filled up, dozens whom he recognised, more that he didn't. It was a big wedding, but Mimi had always wanted a big wedding. She'd told him that only recently, long after he'd given up hope of it being to him. But she was happy, and that gave him comfort. He only wished she were happy with him.
Jyou's musings were interrupted by sudden music, which would have seemed so sudden if Jyou had been paying more attention. But as it was, it startled him. It was to soon, he wasn't ready, he'd never be ready to see Palmon, as flower-girl, walking up that aisle to where another stood waiting, never be ready to see as bridesmaid when Mimi married that other, never be ready to see Mimi herself walk up the aisle in a wedding kimono when she wasn't walking up to him.
She was beautiful, she really was, she always would be, but never so painfully beautiful as she appeared to Jyou that day.
When she reached the end, he blinked back the tears. When they asked for objections, he bit his lip so he wouldn't give his. When she said those words, there were tears running down his face.
And when they kissed, Jyou buried his head in his hands so he didn't have to watch, and as everyone oohed and aahed over the newlyweds he wished it was him up there with her.
But it wasn't.
It never could be.
When Mimi danced her first dance, Jyou danced with no one. And perhaps, just perhaps, that was the way it was meant to be.