Luhan grunted.

Things aren’t really good to begin with. In the meeting a few minutes ago, someone purposely listed out his name as the leader for the next project –he was jinxed. Being a leader means full responsibility and that equals to frustration. Leaning closer to his seat, Luhan couldn’t sit still. A quick glance at the luminous digital clock only seemed to confirm that time was slowing down, his stomach knotted up. He wanted to go home –anywhere, but here.

However, unexpected phone call making Luhan jumped on his seat. Glaring at the vibrated gadget, his hand held the phone close to his ear after the scrolling the green image straight to the top. “Mama?” he answered.

“Ah, Han!” She was too happy for his sick heart. “Glad you answered the phone!”

“Yeah…by the way, I probably will come hom –”

“Do you remember what date is today?” Luhan gulped. His absent mind went vanished at the thought that he, probably, had forgotten something again.

“Umm, no?” he professed confusedly –no, really, what is it that I have missed?

“Again?!” She sounded furious. Luhan’s brooding expression awakens the curiosity of his workmate as when their eyes met each other, Luhan strayed away in hurry. Junmyeon –like a good friend he is, went closer and put down a mug of hot chocolate, mumbling for you and went back to his cubicle. Nevertheless, his mother’s voice from the line had stirred Luhan once again, “I told you yesterday that you need to see him today!”

“Who is him?”

Luhan heard his mother mumbled something but he didn’t managed to catch –but he believes, she was pissed off.

“You fiancé, Kim Jongin.”

Oh.