We eat our food quietly—Kidding!

His mom is excited about my ‘marriage’ with Sehun that is so impossible to happen.

“How old are you, dear?” his mom asks

“24”

“Good. Sehun’s 27. Just three years gap”

“Umma, would you—“

“And do you know that Sehun is a great singer? Come on, son. Show her”

“Umma, just—“

“I heard his voice. He sang a line awhile ago.” I chuckle.

“A line? You mean one line? That’s not enough! Sehun, get on the stage”

“Why the hell are you wearing the same dress as mine?” Tao appears in front of me.

Party crasher?

“Are you invited?”

“Yeah. And do you think that dress fits you? To tell you frankly, it doesn’t”

I look down out of embarrassment. Sehun puts a hand on my shoulder.

“I think it fits her well. I think she’s stunning in her dress. And Ms. Huang, also to tell you frankly, you are the one who shouldn’t wear that dress. You look like a social climber with that.”

Her face is firing up out of shame.

“Who the hell—“

“I am Soar High’s president. And basically, I planned this ball. So I’m kicking you out of this, Ms. Huang. You caused a scene and you messed up with me. Of all persons, it’s me.”

“Fine. This ball is a crap. So yeah, I don’t need this. Like I care about your airline and your crappy secretary.”

“Go. Away. Now”

She rolls her eyes and goes away.

His mom claps and the others follow. She stands up and makes everyone silent for her to speak.

“And because of that, do you want to hear Oh Sehun’s singing voice?”

“YEH!!”

The crowd cheers and he has no escape plan for it.

“Just sing.” I smile at him.

He smiles back and squeezes my hand before heading to the stage.

He held my hand! Oh! This isn’t happening!

“Noreul joahandaneun geu mareul chama hal su eobseosseo

Geunyang idaero ni yope isseoda joa

Geurae hanbonman deo yonggireul naebolkka

Nae mameul jonhaebolkka?”

His voice.

I’m falling in love with his voice already.

He’s staring at me sincerely. Not even blinking.

I don’t dare to break our eye contact… even if I can feel the people staring at me.

“Naega neol wonhago itdan marya

Naega neol bureogo itdan marya

Nae soneul jaba

Nae soneul jaba

Ireobeorilkka duryopjanha

Naega neol wonhago itdan marya

Naega neol saranghandaneun marya

Neol hyanghan nae mam deutgo ittni

Baraman bwado apeujanha

Ireoke”

He starts walking towards me.

My heart stars to beat louder and louder.

Eottoke???

He stops in front of me. He offers his hand and I take it without hesitation.

He puts my hands on his shoulders and uses his free hand to hold my waist.

We. Are. Dancing. While. He. Is. Singing.

Multi-tasking. He’s good at it.

Others are starting to follow our lead.

We are at the center of the dance floor and the spotlight’s on us.

The song later ends and I accidentally step on his foot.

“Saranghae!” He yells when I stepped on it.

“There, I said it. Been practicing on my mind”

The crowd claps. He didn’t notice that he’s holding the microphone.

“Oh , I can’t believe this,” I say, smiling.

“Lu Han, my secretary, saranghae”

A tear escapes from my right eye. “Nado saranghae, BIBS”

I hug him tightly.

“BIBS.” He laughs.

“Actually, that means Bastard in a Black Suit”

He holds up my chin. “You can call me anything… I still love you, no matter what.”

After that, he kisses me passionately.