“You don’t have to do this, Hee.” Minjung sighed.

Junhee shook her head.

“I can speak to eomma, maybe she will change her mind.”

“Unnie, it’s for the company. Besides, weren’t you and Khun jahyung arranged?”

Minjung looked at her husband.

“We were different, Junhee-yah. Your cousin and I...loved each other even before the marriage.” Khun said.

Junhee smiled.

“It’s okay, oppa. I’ll be okay.”

“You should at least let Himchan know.” Minjung said.

“No need, he’ll know by tomorrow. I think it’s better that way, so that he has no option but to let me do it.”

Hyemi set the Elie Saab evening gown on her bed, she gently ran her fingers through the silk and smiled.

“Why am I even letting him do this?” She muttered. Then she remembered the box Himchan gave her earlier.

She picked it up from her bag and set it on his lap.

It was a box from Harry Winston. Hyemi almost gasped as she opened it.

Inside it was silver necklace with an infnite shape pendant that was encrusted with diamonds.

Her brows furrowed, then she saw a piece of paper sticking out. She pulled it.

I know what you’re thinking. I’m not buying your affections. I’m not good with this stuff. But, dont think too much about it. This is for you, Hyemi.

And, if you lose this one.......

Hyemi chuckled and put the note down.

“Thank you, Kim Himchan.”

Junhee stretched as she felt the sun’s rays hit her face. She yawned lightly as she started to rub her eyes.

Then she paused, someone was in her room.

She sat up abrutly.

“Jung Daehyun!” She yelped.

Daehyun stood up from the ottoman.

“Good morning, Hee.”

Junhee nodded and tied her hair.

“Are you here for oppa? He’s not awake yet?” She grumbled.

“Ani, I came here for you.” Daehyun looked at her, his gaze locking hers.

“Hee, what’s happening?”

“Nothing. I have to prepare for that party-”

“You know, Chunji never got mad with you. All these years, that was his first time.”

Junhee nodded.

“He knows you’re hiding something. We all know.”

“It’s nothing you guys should be bothered about, oppa. I can fix it.” She fibbed.

“It’s not about me, but it’s Chanhee!”

“What about him?” She asked.

“Are you really that dense?” Daehyun asked.

Junhee looked at him.

“Don’t include Kai in this, but why do you think Chunji rejects every girl who goes to him and chooses to party with those unknown ladies instead?”

“We all know that, if you guys date within our....crowd, the parents would know. Then you’d be forced to marry her.” She nodded. Daehyun sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Let me put this easily, whenever you did something wreckless, even from before, it kills Chunji. Even being with Lay and Sehun.”

“Oppa-”

“I’m leaving. I hope you’ll remember that we’re  always here for you.”

Junhee frowned and stepped down from her bed.

“Why did he have to bring up the dance troupe?” She murmured as she walked towards the bathroom.

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