I stayed there for a solid minute, letting the feeling of his arms around me really sink in. His embrace was warm but not warmer than the sensation going on inside of my chest. I don’t think I was breathing that entire time. I felt his chest moving up and down under my face. I didn’t know when to back up but he wasn’t backing up either. I stayed there until I felt his hands move to the sides of my waist.

            He steps back from me, my arms still wrapped around him-his hands on my waist. He looks down at my face and a warm smile blooms on his face, as does mine. I have no idea what to say but I am content in the moment. This happened so fast. Is this okay? What would the rest of the band think?
            He pulls me back into him and kisses the top of my head and whispers “Gamsahabnida,” and my heart melts.

            “No, Thank you,” I say back to him and hug him tighter. What I would give to have him kiss me on the lips. This is happening so fast however, that it’s probably best if I resist the urge to kiss him. He pulls back and lets his hand slide from my waist to my arm and brings it down to wrap his fingers around my hand. He guides me to the couch and let’s go of my hand for a moment to let me sit before he does. When I find my spot on the couch he sits down next to me and works his arm through my own and takes my hand back in his again. We sit in silence, but there isn’t a demand for a conversation. I breathe in the moment and the feeling of his hand around mine, the feeling of his jacket on the bare skin of my arm, the feeling of his hip against mine. My heart starts palpitating again, the way it always does whenever he is near me.

            After about fifteen minutes of sitting in silence with each other he speaks. “Can I take you to a restaurant for dinner?” he says. His voice is gruff from not speaking which accentuates his already deep voice. My stomach flips on itself. I wonder if he used his fifteen minutes to figure out how to say that.

            “I would really like that, Seunghyun,” I say as I look up at his face with a smile. His face brightens and he immediately stands up offering me his hand again with a smile. I take it and he pulls me up so quickly I almost lose my balance but he stabilizes me by grabbing my elbows. I look up at him and smile. We are so close again. This is the most sickeningly romantic thing to ever happen to me in my entire life.

            The great thing about all of the clothes that Seunghyun bought me is that I don’t ever look sloppy unless I choose too. Today I am wearing a short Givenchy dress with long sleeves. It is navy blue with a beautiful golden and white design lining the neck, sleeves and bottom. It’s funny, but I swear I have seen Seunghyun wearing a shirt that looks just like this dress. Honestly-I don’t even remember looking at this dress in the shop. In short-I was ready to go whenever he was. Every day I am dressed to the nines it seems-but that’s just normal for everyone else. It gets hard getting used to something like this.

            He called a driver and then went to the kitchen counter where I left my sunglasses. He picked them up and brought them to me.

            “But the sun has almost gone down,” I say. He simply nods at me to put them on. He holds up a finger and runs into his room. After about ten minutes he comes back out and he has changed. He is now wearing dressier tight black pants and black form fitting jacket that comes down to his upper thigh. He is also wearing a gray cap. I suppose on anyone else, the jacket