The restaurant was fully booked tonight, on this Valentine's Day.

The manager had work his off for tonight and it sure was paid off. 

Every tables were occupied with couples. 

Smiles and blushes filled the atmosphere.

I swear you can even pluck out a heart or a flower from this pinkish air.

Seated at a round table on the corner was our one and only KiSung.

They were celebrating their love life.

Well, they should.

After going through a lot of hardship, that contains a lot of angry fans, angry producers, angry presidents, angry trainers, angry managers, angry members, angry families, and angry pets, their relationship survived.

"Let's cheers for tonight, Kwangie. To whichever cupid that shot me when I see you."

"To Doojoon then, who threathened me to talk to you."

The glasses chinking together.

"I love you."

"Me too."

"Kikwang-ah, do you believe in forever?"

"No."

No?

She bit her lip.

But I do.

"Kikwang-ah, will you jump in front of a train for me?"

"No."

No?

She balled her fist so hard her knuckles turned white.

But I will.

"Kikwang-ah, which more important to you: me or your life?"

"My life."

That's it.

She got up and walked away.

Cause I chose you.

A hand hold her wirst.

"Why are you crying over small things?"

"It's not small things. I'm questioning your feelings about me."

"Listen to my answers first, silly."

He held both of her hands and put his forehead against hers.

"I don't believe in forever. I believe in us."

Her heart skipped.

"I won't jump in front of a train for you. I'll stop the train, save you and live happily ever after with you."

Her breath hitched.

"And you have to know that you ARE my life."

Her tears fell down.