Soyoung’s POV

Why did mom make me dress up and wear all of this make-up? I don’t know, maybe because we’re going to go out to eat at a five star restaurant?

Okay, so maybe we are, but this is a little too much.

I mean, let me repeat that. FIVE STAR RESTAURANT!

That’s not a little too much. That’s A LOT too much.

I am absolutely not loving this outfit and especially all of this make-up. I feel like I’m suffocating in this make-up layering and this petite pink dress. It’s strapless too! Ew.

I understand that I have to look good for this five star restaurant, but really? I don’t even wanna go and especially for the occasion of the Luhan guy. Good, he’s back, but can’t they just celebrate with their family, or at least leave me out of this. Getting all dressed up for this is so irritating. I know, I’m being overly mean, but being the type of girl who hates heavy make-up and strapless dresses, please. It’s not cool at all. Not only this, but I’m going to have to put on fake smiles.

Okay, I really don’t mind putting on fake smiles, but PLEASE take all the make-up off at least?! I look freaking ugly!

Okay, no, I look pretty, I’ll be honest, not that I’m being conceited or anything, but still. Heavy make-up makes a girl looks so bad and if I’m correct, some guys even see girls with heavy make-up as desperate, which I’m absolutely not.

“Soyoung, honey, stop frowning,” my mom spoke as she looked at me through the mirror in the front seat. Yes, we had already set out and we’re halfway there. Can time go any slower? “You look absolutely gorgeous. Stop fuming over there.”

“Mom, you know I don’t like make-up yet you put so much on me,” I whined. “Plus, you make me put on strapless dresses that you know I absolutely hate and it’s on the exact same day that my back is needing extreme rest too.”

“Honey, I think Soyoung is right on one part,” my dad spoke up as he drove. “You might have over worked her by making her do all of those laundry. I mean, back in the days, you couldn’t even do that much.”

My eyes widen as so did my mom. Mines, because I was lied to. She had told me that she done way more when they lived in the country. Hers, because I had just caught her lie through my dad.

“Ughh, mom!” I strained. This is so frustrating. Why must it be like this? I am not loving my summer life at all.

“Yeobo, you talk too much.” My dad earned a slap in the arm from my mom for spilling the truth out.

So we’re finally here. Waiting. We’re here at the five star restaurant, waiting for this Luhan guy and the Lu’s. Somehow, as we wait for their family, I get these weird butterflies feeling in my stomach. So I admit, I’m actually quite nervous about meeting this guy and I have no idea why. Maybe because we haven’t exchanged more words than just a simple, “hi”. Maybe because we barely saw each other. Maybe.

I fiddled with my phone as we waited for the other family. I could literally feel eyes on me from at least some points from the restaurant. I have no idea if they were glares or just stares. Great mom, I’m looking like a monster right now and that’s why people are looking my way.

I could literally feel my face get hotter by the minute. To get my mind off of the restaurant, I slid my finger across the screen and unlocking my phone. I need Zico to get my mind off of the people who are staring while my parents talk to each other.

Fr: Soyoung

To: Zico Cheonsa

Msg: What are you doing, hanging out, right? Too bad. I’ve got another task for you.

I sent the message, hoping for an immediate reply. My hopes came quicker than I thought.

Fr: Zico Cheonsa

To: Soyoung

Msg: Aren’t you eating out with your family?

I sighed. You’re right, Woo Jiho. I am eating out with my family … Soon, anyways.

Fr: Soyoung

To: Zico Cheonsa

Msg: Just help me out, will you? I’ve got a task for you. Can you entertain me for now and stop paying attention to Kyung? I’m bored out of my mind waiting for the Lu’s. Plus, I have eyes of others on me and it’s creepy. Text me with instant replies, okay?

Like how I wanted Zico to, he replied instant messages. It’s been 15 minutes or so and the Lu’s aren’t here yet. Wonder what’s taking them so long.

Fr: Zico Cheonsa

To: Soyoung

Msg: You said people are looking at you. Exactly how much make up did your mom put on you? Take a picture & you better, cuz if you don’t, I’m gonna stop texting you.

Oh Zico, you know me too well. I got up, earning attention from my parents.

“Where are you going?” my mom asked.

“Just to the bathroom. Don’t worry. I don’t plan on running away like this.” I left the table and headed for the bathroom. Luckily, no one was in the bathroom. All the stalls were open, which was an awesome thing, just to add.

I went tapped my screen for my iPhone camera before fixing my hair, still cringing at the make-up. After feeling like it’s settled, my looks, I held up my phone and clicked for a photo. It actually didn’t turn out so bad. It was pretty nice, excluding the make-up. Yes, I have an obsession with hating make-up, on me at least. I just hate it to the core.

I sent the photo to Zico. Shortly after, I sent him a text.

Fr: Soyoung

To: Zico Cheonsa

Msg: Here. I sent it to you. Happy? That’s how much make-up she applied on me! It’s so much & ugly & she already knows I don’t like make up. This is just too much for me to handle! asdfghjkl

I didn’t want to go out yet. I just wanted to wait here until the Lu’s come and have my mom come get me instead. I really can’t stand sitting out there. It felt weird and really uncomfortable.

Fr: Zico Cheonsa

To: Soyoung

Msg: You’re crazy. Your mom always knows how to put the make-up on you. You look gorgeous here and it is not too much, pabo cheonsa. You’re over exaggerating. Btw, how does that Luhan guy look?

I raged mentally after reading his text. So I thought you knew me, Woo Jiho… Okay, so may he does know me, but this is too much make-up! This is so frustrating. Not wanting to text Zico at the particular moment, I left the bathroom.

On the way back, I happened to bump into a guy that wasn’t looking at where he was going. He was staring down at his phone as he walked. I don’t blame him though; I’ve done that plenty of times before.

As we collided, I stumbled backwards, about to tip over due to my iness balance with heels, but he caught my arm before I could. It wasn’t anything romantic. Please. It was nothing near there. He just held my arm so I wouldn’t fall. That was all, thank god.

“Thanks,” I muttered, pulling away from him.

He bowed slightly, “Sorry, it was my fault.”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” I replied, finally getting a clear view of his face. He wasn’t bad looking, honestly. He was pretty decent looking. Not ugly at all though, you can say. He leaned more onto the attractive side when it comes to the attractive scale. Maybe even hitting the jackpot, but then, looks don’t appeal to me as much as the personality. Thinking about it, his personality doesn’t seem bad either.

“Yeah, please move.” He pushed pass me, brushing my shoulders on the way.

I honestly have no idea how other girls deal with it when a cute guy passes by like that, brushing your shoulders on the way, but for me, I think of RUDE! My impression on him changed. Personality is rude.

I walked towards the table, seeing that the Lu’s are already here. They saw my entrance from the huge hallway to the bathroom as I came from it. I quickened my pace, not wanting to make them wait. I gave them a baring smile. “Sorry for keeping you guys waiting, Mr. and Mrs. Lu.” I bowed before sitting down.

“Aigoo, you’re so full of manners, Soyoung-a,” Mrs. Lu complimented me as I bravely smiled, bowing in return. I noticed that the food weren’t here yet and I realized why.

“Where’s Luhan?” I asked. Might as well ask to not show any disappointment.

“Ahh, he left to go make a phone call. He said he’ll be back shortly,” my mom answered for Mrs. Lu as my dad and Mr. Lu talked. I nodded, understanding.

Just then, my phone ringed. Checking the caller ID, I answered, “What do you want?”

“Are you mad at me for saying that?” Zico asked on the other line. “You’re so immature if you are. I was just telling the truth. You’re so weird. Most girls are dying to hear those words but when you hear it directed towards you, you get mad.”

“Zico --“ I started, only to get interrupted.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re not like those other girls.” I could hear the tone of his voice. It was playful. “So, I came up with a plan in return for saying that you’re gorgeous.”

My eyebrows raised in interest. I urged him to go on, “Explain.”

“Gosh, I feel so bad for doing this,” Zico muttered. “But, the plan is, I will hang up. After a couple of minutes, I will then call you again and you have to act worried and panic. The story to this is I’m sick to the core so I called you to come over and help me and so yeah. That’s you’re excuse for leaving. I know it's lame as hell, but do you think it’ll work?”

I inwardly smirked as the elders weren’t paying attention to me but talking with interest to each other.

“You’re plan is perfect!” I whispered. “Thanks. I’m gonna hang up now and call soon, okay?”

Before Zico could regret his decision, I quickly hung up. *Let’s just really hope your plan works, Woo Jiho.*

Luhan's POV

I returned to my seat and noticed that Soyoung wasn’t in her seat. It was just Mr. and Mrs. Kim along with my parents. I have no idea how she looks like, but I know that she’s wasting my time for making me wait here with my family. How long is she going to be in the bathroom for anyways? Does she have diarrhea or something?

I soon saw a cart rolling towards us with huge amounts of food.

“Luhannie, you didn’t come back earlier so I ordered for you instead. I hope you’re okay with that,” my mom patted my back.

 I smiled at her and nodded, “That’s fine with me, mom, but where’s Mr. Kim’s daughter? Did you guys order without her as well?”

“Ah, you came a bit late,” Mrs. Kim spoke up. I turned my attention to her, letting her continue. “Soyoung was here but something urgent came up so she had to leave. Sorry for that.”

I grinned, “That’s fine, Mrs. Kim. I understand. It’s really not a problem. If she can’t have dinner with us, there's always be next time. Besides, I’m living here in Seoul now, so no need to worry about that. I can meet her some other time.”

I was absolutely fine with that. The fact that the Soyoung girl left. Means less time here. I honestly don’t mind places like here, but I don’t like coming on occasions such as this. For welcoming me back? I’d rather they welcome me back at home and just have a small family gathering then, not come to a five star restaurant. Plus, I don’t even wanna meet that Soyoung girl. We would’ve met sometime anyways. How can we not? I’m going to be her neighbor across the street from now on. Seeing each other won’t be a problem. I wasn’t in the mood to meet her anyways.

It's not that I don't want to meet her. Well, yeah, it's because I don't want to meet her, but I have my reasons. Besides, I don't like stubborn and bratty girls. I still remember when she bothered her mom non-stop when we were younger just so that her mom can put her barbie's head back onto its body. How do you take the head off of a barbie anyways? That's pointlessly stupid. I still remember helping her solve that problem. If I rembmer correctly, that's the most we've ever interacted. Oh well. I can care less. 

The dinner meeting was okay. I mean, my parent’s plan of wanting to meet Soyoung was a total fail. I honestly don’t mind at all. It was a better for me.

After taking a refreshing shower, I called Kris up.

“Hello?”

“What are you doing right now?” I spoke into the device as I laid myself on my bed, grabbing a magazine to look over.

“Why? You ask like we’re dating or something.”

“What the hell? A question is just a question. You take things too far.” Really, this guy is too much sometimes. Dating? If he was a girl, IF, I would still never date him. And to think he is known as EXO-M’s leader. “What are you doing though?”

“I’m not doing anything besides surfing the web. What are you doing? Oh yeah, how was the dinner outing with your family?”

I stayed quiet before speaking, “I don’t know, honestly. It went better than I thought. It’s like they were trying to set me up with their friend’s daughter. I got lucky though, she had to leave before I even got to meet her.”

“So all you guys did was eat?”

“Yeah,” I nodded even though he couldn’t see me, “Basically. Oh, I met a nice looking girl though.”

“And your definition of nice is?”

“Depends on what you wanna know about her,” I smirked, flipping through the magazine. I could hear Kris chuckle.

“Just spill it.”

“You’re so eager when it comes to girls,” I chuckled, but continued. “She isn’t your type though.”

“Aish, this guy.” I could feel Kris roll his eyes in annoyance. I would’ve too if I got trolled like that.

“It’s the truth though,” I remained the smirk on my face. “Her body shape and all of that were good-looking though. She had the S-line and maybe her cup size is a B or a C? I’m not sure, I didn’t get a good enough look at her, but the face was practically almost perfect. The only thing I didn’t like was that it was too much make-up for her.” Sorry, guys are like this. They talk about girls like this at times, but you can’t blame them. It’s natural, kinda like how girls obsess over guys and how cute they are. Yes, boys’ thoughts are more erted, but that’s just us guys.

Kris snickered through the phone, “And she’s not my type because?”

“Her attitude is weird. It doesn’t sound easy. You like your girls easy, don’t you? She’s really not for you then. She didn’t even fawn over my looks.” I stated the obvious.

Usually when I encounter girls, they would become dazed with my looks. This girl that I met was plain weird. Either she’s a lesbian, or has BAD taste in guys, no offence to her, but that's how I determine a girl's taste in guys. If I'm in front of them but they don't fawn over me, of course they have bad taste. I'm not being conceited. I'm just telling the truth.

But again, how did she not become dazed by my looks like other girls? I’m not trying to be cocky or anything, but I’m just stating a fact.

“Who knows, maybe she might fall for me.” We both laughed at his lame joke before his mom called him to go and so that basically ended my night after hanging up.

I turned off the lights after placing my magazine on the desk. I got comfortable in my bed before snoozing off.