Junmyeon walked toward the beautiful young lady with the small plate in his hand. Seeing Junmyeon walking toward her, the young lady was stunned before a small smile plastered on her face. She was happy with the thought of Junmyeon had his eyes on her. Junmyeon arrive in front of her table and gives his billion dollar smile making the lady heart melting all over again. “May I know this beautiful young lady name?”. The lady looks away shyly as Junmyeon was staring straight into her eyes. Glancing shyly at him, “My name is Yura, Kim Yura.”

Junmyeon nodded his head. He put down the plate on her table carefully. Yura was startled as he saw Junmyeon placing the cake on her table. “Oh, didn’t you like this flavour?” A cute pout hanging on her lips as she feels a sad. Didn’t want to hurt her feeling, Junmyeon shakes his head with a small chuckle coming from him. “No, it’s not that. I like this flavour.” Once she heard that, she snapped her head toward Junmyeon with her eyes full of questions. Junmyeon rubs his neck as he remembered something. “I really like this flavour but someone taught me not to except any free foods because he’s there to buy it for me. Hmm, then I’ll be back to my table.” Yura was left speechless as she heard his statement. Her eyes were following Junmyeon until he’s seated back on his seat. She was confused for a while before a sudden reaction from the guy who was sitting with Junmyeon completed the missing piece of puzzle in her head. She chuckles and shakes her head, “What a lucky guy.” 

Yifan ways of cutting his steak was rough that the table slightly shaking from the force that he exerted. “Do it slowly Yifan.” Comes a sudden voice making him to stop his hands movement. He snapped his head upward only to catch a smiling Junmyeon sitting in front of him. He was tongue-tied as he was hundred percent sure Junmyeon was walking toward the young lady just now, leaving him alone. “Can I have a taste of it too?”, he asked as he leaned closer toward Yifan, eyes twinkling with excitement. Yifan was stunned for the second time as he stared at Junmyeon like he was growing a horn on top of his head. Junmyeon pouted, “Yifan…”. Yifan, “Huhh? Oh, of course you can.” He stabbed the small piece of meat with his fork before feeding it too Junmyeon. The younger one gladly opened his mouth and eat the piece of meat. He hummed happily as he can taste the juicy of the meat flowing in his mouth. He nodded his head in approval. Junmyeon, “Waaaa…so delicious…” 

The older one let out a soft smile as he saw the look on Junmyeon face. Yifan, “You like it?” Junmyeon nodded his head excitedly and twirl the spaghetti on his fork. Junmyeon, “Try mine…” he said as he placed the fork full with spaghetti twirled around it in front of Yifan mouth. Yifan tilted his head slightly to the left before shaking his head. Yifan, “It’s okay. You can have it.” Junmyeon jutted his lips. He jerked his hand forward a little bit more, making the small part of the spaghetti touching Yifan plump lips. 

Yifan was stunned for a while as he can feel the sauce from the spaghetti on his lower lip. Junmyeon on the other hand was very happy as