She knew her childhood was over when she fell asleep on the couch and woke up on the couch, too. She used to watch her favorite detective DVD series until she carelessly drove off to sleep. She still remembered how her father used to carry her bed back then. When she woke up, she was already in her comfortable pajama pair.

She stirred around while rubbing her eyes gently. Hold on, she talked to herself. She was hundred percents sure that this couch she was sleeping on was not where she originally fell asleep at. She lifted her sight. The varnished interior, those books in the bookshelves... Wait.

          “Good evening, Miss Han.” A deep familiar voice made her shiver.

Jongin?

         “Did you carry me here? I know I wasn’t here.” She sat herself up to get a clearer view of him. Looking at her fiancé like this... crap. She should worry about her face right now.

Jongin pulled a wry smile. “Thank me later.”

She puffed her cheeks before reaching her bag away from her position. She took out her orange mirror to see her reflection.

What scared her the most was not her ugly-bed-face. What scared her the most was when she did not understand herself or when she was not sure what she wanted. The fact that her pride had been buried deep down together with Jongin's rejection earlier and finding herself trying again.

            “Seriously, you are supposed to go home, Han Huisoo.” He did not want to sound too mean so he added, “At least be with Inhwa right now.”

She escaped a deep sigh. No... not again. She did not need his other rejection. “Did you eat?” She tried saying something.

          “We both  know that’s not how you should respond to my previous thought.” He quickly replied.

When he got the clue that she would not respond, he drifted his attention back to his laptop, scribbling some random lines on his pc tablet.

The next two hours was spent in complete silence. But the atmosphere was slowly getting fine although he still occupied himself with report and data while she scattered around his bookshelves, finding interesting books to read.

            “...2012’s Most Influential People.” She murmured, enough for him to hear.

He subconsciously smiled.

          “You know, Jongin..” She spun around to meet him, “Because most likely you're gonna be the person with whom I'll spend the rest of my life later, I'm telling you this...” She sat herself down to a chair, “I want to be so famous in the future that if you Google my name, it will reply: ‘As if you don’t know her.’ ”

As much as he wanted to stay concentrated, he chuckled dryly at her ridiculous wish. “Well, then you're making the right decision to marry me.”

           “Oh, right! I never really thought of it!” She laughed elegantly, “And you know, right before I die, I'm going to say, ‘I left ten million dollars on the wall behind the cupboard’ or something that will drive my children and grandchildren mad..” She pulled her lips inward, feeling satisfied of her idea.

          “You mean 'our children'.” It was to her surprise that he snapped out of nowhere, so she was silenced in a very awkward way.

He smirked. “What? You don't plan to have children with another man, right?”

         “Hey, I didn't say that,” She slumped her back to the couch, “Well, if that’s want you want, alright. We’ll have children of our own.” She said cockily.

Never had she thought there would come a time where she and Jongin could talk about this matter so comfortably. Marriage, children, were all too scary for her to discuss with him. What she meant was, it was already hard for her to picture what their marriage would be like, let alone discussing about that with him.

She took a fast glance, not daring to continue the conversation. Jongin was already having his charcoal shirt’s sleeves rolled up to both of his elbows. His swolled eye bags did look attracti