It had taken over a year to arrange to get the movie made.  It took another 6 months to actually make it, with so many locations to be used and filming around Chanyeol’s schedules, then 6 months of editing before it released.  Within months it had become not only a Korean success but an international success, it had been nominated for all kinds of awards and won many of them to their surprise. 

Alex had also finished and released her second book, The Soul, about soul mates, or another ‘romance book’ as Ella still affectionately called it.  Chanyeol was there for the release of this one, requesting, or demanding the first copy, signed of course, and was there for the Premier of the film, which he did star in, and won lots of acclaim for his ‘incredible portal of a man hopelessly in love’ in Seoul.  His song, that he had played for Alex on the roof in the tent all that time ago, was used in the movie, affectionately named ‘My Butterfly’ and the song, that featured Alex in the MV had gone to number 1 immediately making his solo career and his acting career a huge success too. 

It was hard at times for them to be together.  Chanyeol had crazy schedules most of the time, and the best time really was when they worked on the movie together, Alex being named as a producer and involved in every aspect of the process.

Now, 5 years later, Chanyeol had bought a house, where he lived in Seoul, with Alex.  Sometimes, when Baekhyun got bored, or lonely, he would come over, complaining loudly how he preferred it when they hated each other, and how their love made him physically sick. 

‘Ally, we need to go, are you not ready yet?’ Chanyeol yelled from their bedroom where he had spent several frustrated minutes in front of the floor length mirror trying to tie his bowtie and failing miserably. 

‘Wait.’ She yelled from behind the bathroom door. 

Giving up on the bow tie, he threw it on the bed, then followed suit throwing himself backward. 

‘I don’t know what you’re doing in there, but you do know that whatever you’re putting on your face couldn’t possibly make you look any more beautiful than you already are.’ His booming voice laughed out at her.

Chuckling she unlocked the door, he lifted his head slightly to view her, placing his weight on his elbows.  She stepped out wearing an iridescent blue dress that made her eyes pop.

He beamed at her, raising himself up off the bed into a seating position.  He put his hand over his heart, sighing melodramatically. 

‘You take my breath away.’ He teased, though his words were true.

‘I’m too fat to look good in anything right now,’ She complained wrinkling her nose. She walked over to him, leaning over the bed to pick up his bowtie, lifting his collar to fix it for him. 

‘You’re not fat.’ He told her placing one hand on her waist, and the other rubbing her belly, which had only just started to pop out a little, looking up at her as she did the bowtie.

‘You’re a total liar,