PROLOGUE

          “Kris, I need your help!”

          When the gangly figure barrelled his way toward him and shouted - quite desperately if Kris said so himself - his request...

          ...it took everything in Kris’s willpower not to cringe and back away from the untameable curls and big, pleading brown eyes.

          So he sighed instead.

          “What do you want this time, Park Chanyeol?

          And he could’ve sworn those wide eyes sparkled when he said that.

          “Please marry me!”

          Therefore, for the very first time in all his 26 years of living, Kris choked on his black coffee and spluttered uncouthly. Tarnishing his perfect and charismatic image in front of the many surprised eyes in his frequented café - at Chanyeol’s sudden wedding proposal.

          Damn you Chanyeol, his mind seethed.