“Here,” Chorong said as she laid out the food she prepared.

Woohyun looked on, his lips at the sight of the spread.

“Oppa, ppali mogo,” she handed him a pair of chopsticks.

“Gomawo, Chorong-ah.”

“Eottae? Mashiso?"

“Ne, it’s really good, you really made these yourself?”

“Of course!” Chorong smiled, proud of herself.

 “Wah…your cooking skills are daebak! Uri Chorongie can be a wife already.”

“Pfft! I’m still young!”

“I don’t mind a young wife,” he grinned.

“Mwo? Who said I’ll be your wife?”

“Yah!” he got up and started chasing her.

She ran off, sticking out her tongue. “Mehrong!”

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“Zelo-ah…” Hayoung bit her lip, not knowing what to say.

“Hayoung-ah, you didn’t know it was me? The note beside the ring, did you see it?”

“Ani, I didn’t see a note. What did it say?”

“I-I just…” Zelo looked at her and took a deep breath. “I just wrote that I liked you, and that you should wear the ring if you agreed to give me a chance.”

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“Ah!” Chorong let out a squeak as Woohyun caught her by the arm.

“Gotcha!” He smiled, triumphant.

“Arraseo, arraseo,” she conceded defeat.

He grabbed her waist and turned her to face him. Gazing at her soft lips, he leaned in.

She was shocked by his sudden move. She turned away and blinked a few times, startled and confused.

Am I still doubtful of him?

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“What’s up hyung?” Zelo looked at Woohyun’s downcast expression.

“Aniya, it’s just…Chorongie…she doesn’t seem to fully trust me,” he said.

Doojoon pondered for a moment. “You’’ve had so many girl issues, it’s natural that she’s a little scared to trust you fully again.”

“It’s retribution, huh?” Woohyun sighed. “I’m being punished for being a player before.”

Yoseob chuckled. “Hey, at least you know you were a jerk in the past.”

“Punished by the one you love…” Doojoon teased, earning a glare from the troubled Woohyun.