A few people murmured and gossiped after Yunho let go of your chin. You were astonished. Yunho! The name clicked in your head with an impact of a smash. Yunho is Kim Jaejoong’s cousin!

          He sensed the tension that you felt and looked at your shaking hand holding the empty glass. He smirked and took the glass from you. You couldn’t level your gaze with his.

           “The name is Yunho Jung.” He held out a hand beaming kindly.

           You looked at him now but you were so embarrassed and shy with the small crowd looking at you two.  He was tall, a little inch taller than Jaejoong, but his face was enthusiastic and playful. So as it turned out, you were smiling back at him like an idiot— not sensing the waiting hand held out.

             He choked a laugh. “So, you’re not into shaking hands when you meet people? Don’t worry; I passed H1N1 two years ago.”

             You giggled. “My name is Lee ~~~~.” You bowed.

             “Whoa, hold it.” He gestured his palm up to stop you but was too late. “I’m from USA, and we don’t bow there. People would think you’re freakin’ weird.” He meant it as a real good joke, as if the traditional Korean politeness was way off his generation. And you liked his sense of humor for that.

             “I guess we share same rebellious beliefs.” You smiled back.

             He held out a finger and shook it. “No… not with white suits stained with pink liquors.”

             “It’s only a punch drink.” You corrected and he raised an eyebrow.

             He walked with you towards the DBSK, who were playing with the icing of a five-layered cake like small wild boys, obviously bored of the business party.

              “You know the DBSK?” he didn’t wait for your reply. “Probably you have. You’re the only woman with wrinkle-free, un-grayed hair, and the most angelic smile here that the DBSK would have flirted by now. So what were you doing at the very end of this hall? And why the hell will Max Changmin pass that chance?”

              You snorted in a cute feminine way. “Yep I know them. But this party is…” you glance at him to check his expression. “It ,” you said honestly.

              He laughed a boyish husky laugh.

              You reached the DBSK by then, and Jaejoong eyed you for the briefest instant.

               “Jung Yunho!” Junsu Xiah yelled and punched Yunho’s fist. “Welcome to our senior party!” Max Changmin whipped Yunho’s cheek with a handful of icing.

               “You punk!” Yunho exclaimed and took his turn to whip Max’s face.

               “You jerks are immature.” Yoochun spoke up. He and Jaejoong were the only ones who aren’t playing with the cake. “Look at Jaejoong’s pretty wife here; all graceful and walking pretty.”

                Yunho stopped from his attempts of whipping Junsu. “Jaejoong’s…. wife?” He asked confused. "The woman he married?"

                 Max, Junsu  and Yoochun looked at each other. Yunho glanced at Jaejoong.

                You momentarily judged that something wasn’t right.

                Jaejoong didn’t say a word and walked away— to the liquor buffet.

                This beautiful angel is Kim Jaejoong’s wife! What the—? Yunho shouted in his head.