“What’s my favorite color?”

The young man raised an eyebrow, amusement teasing the corners of his mouth and eyes, “What kind of a question is that?”

His girlfriend smiled but her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, “Just answer it.”

“Pink.”

She shook her head, “Wrong, it’s black.”

Sehun blinked, he could have sworn it was pink.

“What’s my favorite ice-cream flavor?”

He knew this one, “Mint.” He replied, in a deep confident tone.

The brunette gulped willing herself not to cry in front of him, “Wrong again, it’s dark chocolate.”

“But you know what?” the slight tinge of pain that accompanied her words killed him, “Irene’s favorite color is Pink.” She bit down on her lip and her voice cracked, “And guess what she ordered yesterday for dessert, her favorite ice-cream flavor,” a bitter smile crossed her lips, “Mint.”