Park Sooyoung can take control of a room with a crack of her citrusy smile, a single slow whiplash of her eyes and yet, still be apparently unaware of her personal magnetic field.

There’s just something about her that draws people so naturally that she could have anyone in the world and in time, I’d be okay with it.

That’s what I thought until Yook Sungjae.

I will never be okay with Yook Sungjae, but, for now:

He is hers and Sooyoung is his.