After catching a taxi, Suho and I hopped out and I dropped my mouth open as we reached our destination.

I quickly gave the driver cash and he drove away.

Dan Bora's house was a mansion.

A castle, almost.

An elegant water fountain in the front; the water splish splashing peacefully, orange glow lights around the perimeter of the house, making it look beautiful in the moonlight.

The house...was beyound words.

"What kind of friend do you have?" Suho stared at the distant house. We had a long walk to the entrance since the front garden was so big.

"She's not my friend," I said and grabbed Suho's arm so we could begin walking.

We were walking past the water fountain when we bumped into somebody.

"Oh, sorry!" I apologized as I backed up and looked into the eyes of Yoochun.

Ugh, already? Running into somebody I know without a plan about what to say.

"Taeyeon?" Yoochun raised his eyebrow. I waved feebly back. "Hi Yoochun."

Yoochun smiled at me before landing his eyes on Suho.

"Who's that?"

"Suho," I said simply. "I thought you had another boyfriend," Yoochun had suspicious eyes.

"Oh, um. We-e h-h-he...um, we broke up!" I said a little too loud.

"Oh. Good, cause I didn't like that kid," Yoochun joked. I laughed half-heartily with him.

"Well, Suho, take care."

Yoochun bowed a little before going to the backyard, where most likely they were having a BBQ.

"Suho," I said in hushed whispers.

"Yeah?" Suho leaned in towards me as we continued walking so he could hear. His breath smelled like mint.

Did he eat one on the way? I don't remember. Or did Suho's breath always smelled like this?

Wait. You're getting carried away, Kim Taeyeon.

I snapped back into my thoughts and continued, "Don't talk at all. Just let me do the talking and you stand there and act like my boyfriend, got it?"

Suho pouted. "But that's not fun..."

I rolled my eyes. "This isn't for fun. We're just here to show Dan Bora."

Suho sighed and reluctantly followed me up the steps. I rang the doorbell and in a matter of seconds, the butler opened the door.

I bowed my head at him as Suho and I stepped in.

"Madame, Mister; please follow me."

The butler showed us to a room downstairs.

Whoa. It was like an personal club. There was a bar with lots of wine and beer laid on the counter. A pool table at the corner, disco ball and lights in the other. The booming music pounded in our ears. There were lots of separate rooms and as I passed by one, I saw a girl and guy making out.