AUTHOR'S POV 

They walked and stood at a corner since they were blocking people's way. 

"So you're expecting some guy who sings ballad and church songs?" Yoseob asked Eun Mi. 

"Something like that." Eun Mi laughed.

"Cmon, you're Yang Yoseob, president of the dance crew, and head prefect. And, a guy who sings his heart out? You can't be both guys." Eun Mi added.

"I'm not." Yoseob said. 

"Then who are you?" 

Yoseob thought for a second and said, "On September 7, I wrote you, I live in a world full of people pretending to be something they're not. But when I talk to you---" 

"I'm the guy I wanna be." Eun Mi continued. 

Yoseob smiled. "Give me a chance to be that guy." 

Eun Mi looked down. Yoseob then asked her if she wanted to go for a stroll outside. 

"If you want to be voted for prom king, you better stay inside," she giggled. 

"Ahh, I really don't care about being homecoming king," Yoseob grinned. 

Eun Mi hesitated and then nodded her head. Yoseob then held out his hand like a gentleman. Having Eun Mi reach out and put her palm against his, he grinned with joy. Despite many people dancing in their own world, Sungjae spotted their 'moment' and smiled to himself as he sipped his drink. In addition, their principal, also saw them as the cutest couple ever, therefore writing down numbers '15' and '34' as prom queen and king. [each student who attends prom gets a number tag] 

Eun Mi and Yoseob were strolling along outside the ballroom. The outdoor space was decorated with sparkling fairy lights, golden in colour. They walked in silence, enjoying each other's presence until Yoseob spoke up,

"Hey seoulgirl, would you tell me who you are, if I guess it right?" 

"Maybeee," Eun Mi emphasised. 

"Maybe? Hmm, let's play 20 questions." Yoseob turned to her. Eun Mi suddenly realised that they were still holding hands so she let go abruptly. Her face reddened. 

"Oh, sorry about that!" Yoseob said.

"It's okay. Let's play 10 questions instead," Eun Mi suggested. 

"Okay then. First question... You do actually go to Cube High right?"

"Of course!" Eun Mi looked at him in shock.

"Haha! Just checking! You never know the Internet," He pouted at her.

 "Ok next question, were you disappointed, when you found out I was singsingsinger? Be honest.."

"Surprisingly no."

 "Did you vote for me for head prefect?" 

"Surprisingly, yes." 

"Hmm." Yoseob tapped his fingers at his chin. 

"Okay, I'll give you a choice. Would you rather have kimchi or... Big Mac?" 

Eun Mi laughed at him. "A Big Mac. What does it matter?" 

"Well I like a girl who has a big appetite. And besides, you just eliminated about 70% of the girls in my class." 

Eun Mi giggled. Yoseob suddenly stopped and look at Eun Mi in the eyes.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered as he gazed into Eun Mi's eyes. 

"Urmmm... next question," Eun Mi blushed and walked away from him.