"Mr. Kim and Ms. Ooi, I expected you to understand the responsibilities of being a kindergarten teacher and behave well and be composed all the time. You do not go off singing 'twinkle twinkle little star' by the ocean drunk. Neither do you end up in the same room the next morning. Understood?"

Don't get her wrong, please. We did not do anything at all. We just somehow ended up in the same room. No one knew how, but we just did.

"Yes, Madam Lee.", we replied in unison.

After making sure she was out of sight , I yelled at Jongdae.

"Stop making people have the wrong perception about us, Kim Jongdae! Really!"

"Oh, really?" he smirked.

Oh, how much I'd pay to wipe that off.

A few events happened later.

We got drunk again, more like 'I' got drunk again. He confessed. I accepted. We got married. Orange. Hospital. Kids. End.

I can't tell you how embarrassing it is to tell the story.