I got called couple of days after the fact that we broke up for real got publicized, to come down to Jeonju.

“Uh umma,” I called them as I left the KTX, “I just arrived here.”

“Uh, Jiyong-ah must be there by now.” She said, “Come together.”

“What? Oppa is here too?”

“Why? Do you hate it?” two pairs of hands got intertwined around my waist and then whispered into my ear quietly.

“Umma!” I jumped from the shock. “When did you come?” I hit him.

But things were awkward between us then.

“It’s Chuseok, did you forget that?”

“Ah right, and I wondered why my mom would call for me.”

“Aigoo,” he poked my forehead, “Let’s go.”

The awkward silence filled the car.

He parked somewhere, “Why? Aren’t we going to my parent’s place?”

“You need to buy Chuseok gifts.” He said while unplucking his seatbelt.

“Ah right!” I realized then, “Thank you for reminding me.”

We got some gifts for my family, but then I realized that we bought only for me to give them, he didn’t get any.

“Why are you staring at me?” he said as he was driving to our house.

“Nothing.”

“Taeng, you can’t hide anything from me.”

“Just, it been a while since I saw you.”

“So, you were mesmerized about how the face you’ve missed got more handsomer?”

“Ya, don’t make me throw up please.” I hit his hand.

He the music on my father’s car, “Oh, it’s my album.”

“You gave my parents your album?”

“Of course I should do that.”

“You’re really proud of your music,” I eyed him, “Your music has cursing and stuff, and you gave it to my parents!”

“What? They do curse more in real life, but more than this, your father bought this, since the signed one I gave him is already on our wall of honor, where my and your albums are.”

“Omo, my father is really a VIP.” I sarcastically said, “You must be glad for that.”

“Of course, my parents and yours are all VIP, while none of them are SONE.”

“I have Dami unnie, it’s fine.”

“You’re really something Kim Taeyeon.” He chuckled.

“What?”

“Are you comparing yourself to BIGBANG?”

“You’re really annoying.”

“Ah right,” he said and got unloaded as we reached my parent’s apartment complex, “I won the bet.”

“What bet?”

“About who will have more fans.”

I tried to ignore him, but he ran and stood right before me.

He looked down at me, as only few inches pulled us apart, “What will you give me now?”

“What do you want?”

“I will think about it.” He said and entered the elevator first, while holding the gifts we bought earlier.

“Let me help you…” I offered.

He shrugged, “Hold yourself up right, that all what I need.”

We knew that each of us broke up with our lovers, but why I’m strangely embarrassed to mention it?

“Hey, what are you doing?” he called as we reached my parent’s floor.

“C-Coming.”

“Omo, are the kids here?” I heard Jiyong’s mother voice calling.

“Your parents-” I looked at him in surprise.

“Taeyeon-ah!” she called happily.

“Ajumma!” she took me into a tender hug.

“I missed you my girl.”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve visit more, but you know how this part of year is the most busiest.”

“I’m glad that we have such vacations where we can see the two of you.”

“Is it Taeyeon?” my mom peeked from the kitchen.

“Uh umma, I came.” I noticed then, “Umma, where’s ginger?”

“It’s at the pets’ caregiving place.”

“Why? Is he sick?”

“No, I sent him on vacation, to relax and trim his fur and nails.”

“What is all this?” my father exclaimed as Jiyong was putting the gifts down at the living room.

“Taeyeon bought them for you.”

My mom saw them and glared at me, “You bought them from that store at the market next to the train station right?”

I got surprised. “H-How did you know?”

“I know very well that my daughter never takes Chuseok as an official vacation every year.” She smiled at Jiyong, “You must’ve been the one that remembered to take her there to buy them, right?”

He nodded, “I’m sorry.”

She hugged him, “There’s no one that is like this boy, you’re the one Kwon Jiyong.”

“Lucky you, Mr. and Mrs. Kwon.”

“Thank you, but you still have Taeyeonie~” she hugged me, “You’re the best Kim Taeyeon, don’t listen to them.”

“Jiyong-ah, will you help me?” my mom asked from him.

“I came back.” Hayeon came into the house, “Omo, oppa you came?” she ran to him as she always used to.

“Little princess!” h