MINHEE POV

I barely can open my eyes because the bright light is streaming in. I open my eyes slowly and finally it wide open. I find myself lying on soft grasses.  I sit up, look around and what I can see are a large green meadow and a big shady tree.

The weather is neither hot nor cold.  It’s cloudy but there’s no sign of raining. Then, I feel soft breeze is hitting me. I look at myself; I’m wearing a white knee-dress. This dress is so beautiful. But where am I exactly? I frown.

“Oh honey, you’re awake,” I startle when I heard a voice said, a man’s voice to be specific. That voice is neither too deep nor less.

Who the heck is calling me that? I don’t even have boyfriend. Wait! The voice is so familiar. I slowly turn around to see the voice’s owner. I gasp. He is…my crush…Yang Yoseob.

He is wearing a black suit which suits him really well. He looks very handsome too. By looking at his cute face, my heart starts to flutter crazily. What is he doing here…with me? And why is he calling me honey? I’m not anyone important to him. I frown.

“Honey, are you okay? Is there something troubling you?” he worriedly asks as he stares straight into my eyes.

I blink. “I-I’m okay,” I stutter. Well, I’m not used to this situation.

“Oh, I’m glad to hear that. Stay still okay.” He smiles. Okay, he just make my heart goes crazy.

Yoseob stands up and takes out a large sheet of cloth. He spreads it out on the ground. He then starts to takes out food from a basket. I’m getting confused despite in fact that I’m happy he’s here with me.

“Hmm, Yoseob,” I call him. He stops and looks at me.

“Yah, what happened to Seobie oppa?” he whines. He crosses his arms and pouts. Omo! His pout is so cute.

Seobie oppa? Since when did I call him that? But Seobie oppa sounds great. I love it anyway.

“Ah, Seobie oppa,” I sheepishly call him. He just hums and continues to serve the food.

“What are you…I mean what are we doing here?” I straight forwardly ask because I really have no idea about what we’re doing here.

He looks up and stares at me in shock. I blink.

What is this?! Did I ask wrong question?

“We’re on date. You said you want to have a picnic with me. Don’t you remember?” he asks in disbelief.

Date?! Are we really on date?! Gosh, that’s the happiest