Yoona's P.O.V.

Ring! Ring! Ring! I picked up my phone. Who's this? 010-270-1288, I don't know anyone by this number. And why at this time? Should I answer it then? 

- Phone Call -

Yoona: Hello? Who is this?

Silence

Taecyeon: Is this Yoona? I'm Taecyeon.

Taecyeon? Who's that? Ahh, that nice body ahjussi.

Yoona: Ohh! Ahjussi annyeong! What is it?

A heavy sigh from the other end of the phone. Probably because I called him ahjussi. Sorry.

Taecyeon: D-do you want to have lunch together sometime?

Yoona: Sure, when do you want to? 

Taecyeon: Umm, how about today? At 1? I'll pick you up.

Yoona: Sounds good. I'll text you the address. Bye!

Taecyeon: Bye.

I smiled at my phone and saved his number onto my contact list. 'Ahjussi'. "Ahh, right! I need to send him my address. I quickly texted him and it was seen 5 seconds later. Wow, this ahjussi.

I went to my closet. What should I wear? Checking through my clothes desperately. "What should I wear?!" But then why am I so frustrated? Its just lunch together. I finally found what to wear after 30 minutes. Simple red dress and black bag. ♦

Taecyeon's P.O.V.

"Bye," that last word gave me chills. I rolled onto my bed, chuckles. I daydreamed about the near future: our date. Should I confess to her? Wait no, it's too early for that. And she calls me ahjussi for god's sake! But oh well, she is cute.

So I know I still had hours to go get ready. So I went and ate breakfast first. Mom had prepared some kimchi pancakes ready for me to eat. They are some delicious. The Ok's secret recipe. Yes, secret. I munched up my breakfast and went back to my room.

"What should I wear, on this date?" Raised my eyebrows and did the eyebrow dance while looking in the mirror.

"Mom!!" I suddenly yelled out. I couldn't think of anything to wear and so I wanted to ask my mom. "What is it? Emergency?" Mom rushed into my room worried. "Yes, big! I don't know what to wear." I sighed. Mom's face turned back straight. "Really?" She turned to the door and headed out. "Wait, I'm meeting a girl today." My hand reach out to her direction . Mom turned and asked, "Girl? I didn't hear about a girl yet? What's her name? Parents? What does she do as a living?" Mom came closer and closer looking into my eyes with her 'that' look. I was shocked but of course I knew she was going to do this, regretting it! "Umm, I'll tell you about her as much as you want to know as long as I know the answer if you help me pick out an outfit." She nodded.

"So?" She questioned. "First date, second time seeing each other." Mom crossed her arms and went into thinking mode. "Mmhm," She said about three to four times. "Ahh, wear something you're use to wearing. Since it's warmer out now, wear a T-shirt or a thin sweater." She skimmed through my closet and picked out some clothes. "This, this, and this." I looked at her and nodded. "Okay, thanks. I need to get change." ♦

Mom left my room for m