I don’t actually like drinking coffee. But the scent of coffee drives me crazy and I give up.

“Chanyeol is here. I saw him while I was shopping,” I mentally groaned when I remember I haven’t brought the jeans.

“He didn’t tell me,” he answered in a monotone.

“He’s with his group—”

“Exo-K?” he cut me off abruptly.

“No,” I shook my head. “He’s workmates and—”

“Chanyeol’s workmates is Exo-K,” Kris smiled.

“He said he’s on a business trip and a modelling project.” I sipped my coffee. “He… congratulated us about the e-engagement.”

“Why do you feel tight about that?”

“About what?”

“The engagement.”

“Am not.” I bluffed. The truth is; I get timid whenever I talk about our engagement. Simply ridiculous.

Kris leaned on his chair when his phone beeped. “Xiumin’s already at the parking lot. He’s got the groceries.”

I sipped the already lukewarm coffee while trying to ignore the amused stare Kris is giving me.

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“It will happen in two weeks time,” my mother announced. They were talking about the engagement party and their friends and affiliates that will attend the incoming engagement party. I dreaded to see that one son of my dad’s business party who had a crush on me. Or a socialite bratty girl I knew from one of my mother’s friends.

“Excuse me to ask you this, Mrs. Kwon, but where will the engagement party be held?” Lay asked politely.