A/N:Got inspired by your responses on the last chapter so here~ I’ll update. :D

*Kyurin’s POV*

Today is the VDE and because Kyuhyun-ah (I just call him oppa when I’m taking to him but I still call him ‘Kyuhyun-ah’ when he piss me) and I pulled out a good performance on our play in English, we’re the one chosen to present the intermission number for our today’s program. And now here is it, we’re starting the play.

=SKIP!=

I am at the backstage, fixing my things. The play ended successfully. Many people came to watch it and right now I can still hear their claps and (some) sobbing. I feel so happy right now because of the response to our play that I’m smiling to myself.

“There’s a pabo who’s smiling to herself right now.” Kyuhyun said teasingly as he comes near me.

“Yah! I’m just happy because the play is successful.” I defended myself.

“Well I’m also happy about it but I’m not smiling like a stupid like you” he continues to tease me.

“Yah! Kyuhyun-ah-!”

“Kyuhyun-oppa…” he corrected me.

“Aish!” I said as I turn my back at him.

“So, what are you saying again Kyurin-ah?” he asked me in his annoying voice. I puffed my cheeks in annoyance.

“Nothing, Kyuhyun-ah.” I said, irritated.

 “You’re really stubborn ne? this leaves me no choice but to-!” before he can even finish his sentence I quickly covered his mouth.

“Fine! Oppa, Kyuhyun-oppa…There, happy?” I said sweetly as I can then force to smile as I removed my hand from his mouth.

“Not quite…” he said then smirked. After that he started to run while shouting…

“Bummie!! Bummie!!”

“Yah!!” I yelled as I run after him but before I can do it, my vision becomes black.

“Yah! Who turn off the lights?” I asked, panicked. But no one answers. The next thing I knew is that my mouth is covered with handkerchief that prevents me from speaking and I’m dragged to somewhere I don’t know.

When we stop to a certain place, my blindfold and the handkerchief is removed by someone. I look around at the room with a blurry eye sight. The room looks familiar, white walls, chairs, flowers everywhere, an altar in front and—what?! Altar?! It means I’m at the…marriage booth?! My eyes widen.

“What’s the meaning of this?” I asked the person who took me here.

“Just wait patiently. Your ‘groom-to-be’ will be here any minute. He is still being chase by the other members of the committee” he replied.

“Eh?! ‘Groom-to-be’?!” I asked in surprise.

“Just wait and see…” he simply replied with a smile on his face.

Just then…

A/N: kind of short ne? I’ll be back for the continuation! ^^♥