I cover my face with my hands and sneezed.   The sound that comes out from my mouth, sounded too funny. I was a bit embarrassed, because people who passed by me stared at me weirdly. Probably because of the odd sound I produced.   I didn’t mind, Park Chanyeol, as he says, finds my sneezing sound, cute.   *   “Achoo!” I sneeze and wipe my nose. It was winter of our freshmen year at Konkuk University. Park Chanyeol and I were on our second date.   Of all the things that I wanted to hide from him, that is my peculiar sneezing sound. I stole a glance at him, hoping he didn’t notice, but he’s staring into the space, smiling at his self.   “Excuse,” I say and continue to wipe my nose with the back of my hand.   “Kyeopta.”   “Eh?” I say, turning my whole body to face him. I feel my cheeks turning red.   “The way and the sound of your sneeze reminds me of, a cat.” He says and smiles at me teasingly.   I wrinkle my nose; punch him lightly on his shoulder and cross my arms above my chest. “You’re making fun of me again.”   “But I like it” he utters, in between laughter and explaining slash defending his self. “It’s really cute… come here.” He pulls me closer and fixed the scarf around my neck. Out of nowhere I sneeze again. I giggle and lower my head, shaking it lightly.   “Bless you.” He says and cups my face with his hand as he pressed his lips on my forehead.   *   Two years later. Here I am, standing outside their practice room, waiting for their band to finish their session—and yes, Park Chanyeol and I are still happily dating.   Exactly five minutes as he promised, Chanyeol appears in front of me, panting.  White smoke comes out from his mouth as exhales.   “Sorry, the practice ended a little late… Did you wait long?” He asks. I shake my head sideways, no.   Chanyeol took my hand to his and in instant his eyes turn wide and bright, like headlights of a