YOUR POV

“Hmm…ice skating? I haven’t done that in a while” He said while he’s scratching his back.

I grinned.

“Call~!”

NARRATOR’S POV

The two are seen inside the Lotte World’s ice rink in Seoul.

They played for a few minutes, but came out moments later to the snack area due to exhaustion.

“I…never..knew..that ice skating could be this tiring” She said as she sat down on one of the benches. Panting.

“Who told…you…to catch me…?” He asked, panting as well.

“You” She answered playfully.

He gave her a 'are-you-serious look'

She shrugs as she munched on her ddok.

“Kids these days are really lucky.” She said.

“These things were here even before we were born okay”

“But still….I didn’t get a chance to use a smart phone when I was younger.” She pouted.

He looked at her with his mouth open.

“Ah!! I need to buy something for your brother”
“Jun Su?” He asked.

“That’s your cousin. I’m talking about Eun Oh. And I haven’t bought anything for Chang Min oppa as well” She said, now panicked.

“We still got a lot of time though. And you don’t really have to buy the kid anything”

“What does Chang Min oppa likes?” She asked.

He scowled inwardly.

“I bought him something already”

“That’s your gift. I need to buy him something as well right?” She asked.

JAEJOONG’S POV

Nope, actually you don’t.

No. I would be grateful if you don’t buy him anything.

“What does he like?” She asked me..again

“Food”

“Something that can be used for a long time” She said, giving me a look.

“Should I buy him a ring?” She muttered, probably talking to herself.

No, wait, why would she buy Chang Min a ring?

“Eyy…he probably have a lot of rings. What should I buy? Sunglasses? No. Perfume?”

I rolled my eyes.

Why are you so concerned over him?

Give me a good reason for that.

It’s not like you guys are friends for a long time.

I sighed.

“Just…buy him a perfume. He likes to wear them” I answered truthfully.

“Jinjja?” She asked.

I nodded.

She quickly takes out her phone and she starts to call somebody.

“It’s me. Can you like line up our mall’s perfume in my private room? I’ll be there in around three hours or so” She said.

“Yea, I need the latest edition one and the next season one. The one that still cannot be sold in the market. Okay, thanks.”

She grins.

“One thing done.”

“So…are we getting back in the rink?” I asked

She nodded.

“Of course. You’re playing with me today, so of course I need to use my time with you wisely.” She grins.

I smiled.

Of course of course.

When THE Kim Jae Joong gives you free time to play with you, you shouldn’t think about other stuffs right. Especially a maknae called as Shim Chang Min.

“Let’s go, I’ll show you how to play in the rink”

I dragged her towards the rink, and pulled both of her hands while I made my way on the ice with my back facing her.

I turn around for a minute or two to see her.

She’s clearly enjoying this.

I chuckled.

“How is it? It’s nice right?” I shouted.

“Eung~! I get you to pull me so I don’t really have to exert much energy, and I get the cool breeze on my face. It feels really really fresh” She shouted back.

I chuckled.

“I’ll let go now~~” I shouted.

“Don’t~~!! I’ll fall~~!!”

I let her go, and immediately she landed on the ice.

“YA!!” She shouted.

I chuckled and turn back.

“My hurt” She muttered.

I chuckled again.

“This looks fun right?” She asked.

I nodded.

I help her up and I started to run away when she dust her clothes off.

She started to fasten her pace and starts to pull the back of my shirt.

She pulled my shirt for several times but I managed to regain my balance.

She gave me one last pull, and I fell straight on my with a loud thud.

It’s her turn to laugh.

“It’s fun right?” She chuckled.

I pouted.

“It’s fun but my hurts” I muttered with a pout.

She laughed.

NARRATOR’S POV

She chuckled and pulled him up.

He let out an evil smirk and pulls her down with him instead.

But what he didn’t expect is for her to fall right into his hands.

Her eyes bulged out, and so did his.

They’re so close to each other, so close that they could feel each other’s heat in the coldness of the ice rink.

None of them move.

Somehow, none of them wanted to move.

This isn’t like the one that happened in the office.

It’s the same situation, but strangely, things felt different.

Their mind says to move from each other, that people started to recognize who they are and they started swooning.

Some gasped and some envy glare are let out.

People started to take pictures of them.

They realized this.

But they want to stay.

Their body and their hearts ask them to stay the way they are.

They looked at each other.

She blinked several times, and with each and every blink, her cheeks redden slightly more.

Her heart is currently doing some crazy palpitations.

She can feel that her spring is finally here.

Butterflies emerge from the pit of her stomach and dances around in her abdomen tickling her, and she can feel and look at several beautiful flowers blooming right in front of her.

The air feels warmer, and the smell of air states spring.

The heat is not like the heat of a boiling pot that sends you electricity down your spine with each and every passing second.

But it’s warm, like the warmness of the spring sun, where everything starts to melts, and the start of a new life, a new page.

He looked at her, and again, he’s in that stage of confusion.

He never felt like that towards a woman.

That certain tingling feeling that he got when he looked at her.

The feeling of not knowing and confusion.

That feeling of suffocation, where his heart would just beats so rapidly that it even feels hard to breathe.

His eyes pops out of its socket when a little kid skates uncontrollably to his wife’s direction.

He swiftly shift both of their body to the other side as the kid continues to skate with his unstable legs, passing right through their old spots.

She looked at him in shock and both of them quickly stood up.

It was kind of awkward for both of them.

Some people cheered for them.

And he cheekily smiled towards the crowd.

She looks down in embarrassment.

Their family will totally love tomorrow’s headline.

They walked out of the rink after a few more rounds of skating around with each other.

She bought a little robot for his brother and they made their way to HS mall in Gangnam.

“Which one smells better?” She asked.

He shrugs, looking uninterested.

“Oh come on, this is for your friend” She said with a pout.

He sighed.

“Bvlgari one smells okay” He reluctantly and lazily states.

She nodded.

“Keep this aside first. Let me smell some more” She said with a grin, while her eyes shine like diamonds at the sight of the rows and rows of perfume.

“Gucci one smells okay as well.”

She picked out several perfumes that smells okay to her, and is left with around ten bottle of perfume.

After smelling and sniffing around some more, she decides to buy the Bvlgari one.

“Told ya… Now let’s go” He said as he rolled his eyes.

JAEJOONG’S POV

She took a freaking hour to choose a present for him.

I pouted.

She better take at least a whole day to choose a present for me.

I sulked as I envied that monstrous eater.

She chose a wrapper for him and she even wrote him a hand written letter.

How lucky is that guy?

I sulked.

“Why are you sulking?” She asked

I grumbled.

“Because the smell of the perfumes here is too strong” I lied.

She rolled her eyes.

“Sorry young master.” She playfully said.

“Not forgiven” I simply said.

She pouted.

“Are you done yet?” I asked.

“They’re now wrapping it up for me”

Once they’re done with this annoying business I drag her to lunch.

“You seem to be in a bad mood” She said as we sat in one of the outdoor cafes in Gangnam.

I nodded.

“Why?” She asked.

Because of the birthday boy.

“I think I’m too tired”

“Should we go home?” She asked looking worried.

I shook my head.

“We still need to get your dress” I grin.

“You’re so excited to get my dress” She chuckled.

He nodded.

“It’s in G club right?” She asked.

I nodded.

“Then we should go dark” She muttered as she nodded to herself.

“Dark angel ahjumma?” I asked and chuckled.

She threw me some tissue papers.

“But then…I am an ahjumma now right?” She chuckled.

“Then what does that makes me?” I pouted.

“Ahjusshi? Since we’re both married to each other we’re both ahjusshi and ahjumma right?” She chuckled.

I nodded.

“Ah…my bachelor times are over”

“I know right?”

“What will you be wearing?”

“Black?” I chuckled.

She cleans her plate like a vacuum cleaner and we quickly heads to the boutique.

“I don’t think I’ll fit into the dress” She pouted.

“Who ask you to eat so much?”

“But I was hungry”

“It’ll fit. Don’t worry”

Her face immediately lit up.

Kid.

She tried on several dresses while I happily watch her go back to the dressing room and out, showing me how it looks, while I’m sitting on a couch, reading a magazine.

She came out again.

And I ask her to change, again.

She pouted and went back in.

“Give her a short dress.” I said to the manager.

I looked up and sortied out several dresses.

She tried them on, one by one.

I feel like I’m watching a fashion show.

None of them looked stunning enough for me.

Yes, the dresses are wonderful, but I need something stunning.

A showstopper.

I need my wife to look at her best.

So in the end we narrowed down to several short dresses.

A few from Versace and a few from Givenchy.

I’ll say a go on any of the Versace, but she sticks to her Givenchy.

“But I’ll be the one who’ll wear it right?” She tried to convince me.

“But it looked similar to your other Givenchy dress”

“Pwease~~?” She showed her aegyo to me.

“No”

She sulked.

“Let’s just go with the green one”

“Why? It’s inside a club for God sake”

“I think you could pull a Tinkerbell look”

She gave me a look.

I shrugged.

“Let’s just go with the green Versace” I said to the employee.

“Ne”

They fold the dress and we’re out.

Now, Tinkerbell shoe hunting.

She sulked.

“Tch”

I grinned.

I bought her a Yves Saint Laurent pumps and match it with her Chanel clutch on the day my final verdict was called.

See I’m such a talented stylist.

I made my wife look like a Tinkerbell in real life.

But no, I’m not going to pull her hair up.

I need them to curl her hair and let it down.

Loose curls.

She must have a makeup, but smoky .

Weird I know, but it really need to be like that.

Smoky eyes but with light colours.

I thought as I nodded to myself.

We quickly head home.

The stylists are all present already.

She took a quick shower, and after she’s done, I went to take a shower.

The tables and equipment are all set up already.

We sat as the stylists start their magic with their fingers.

After a two long hour of doing absolutely nothing, I’m done with my hair and makeup.

This is weird, but I really use makeup.

I used some BB cream and some other unknown products.

My face do look better with the help of a little touch ups.

I nodded to myself as I examine my beautiful face on the mirror.

I am of course THE Kim Jae Joong.

And after waiting for her for another hour downstairs, she’s out.

I never knew that my styling talent is this great.

I am utterly shock.

How can she look this great?

She looks like an angel.

A real angel.

A kid angel.

Yeah, that's the perfect definition.

A kid angel.

She looks much better than Tinkerbell.

I like that innocence in her.

But she still looks y, but not ty.

This is really different than the usual working her, and the club her.

She looked really pure and innocent tonight.

As pure as white.

I never knew she could look this good.

I’ve always knew that she’s pretty, but I never knew that she'll be.....God like.

“How..do…I look..?” She asked as she fidgets around with her hands.

Stop fidgeting please, really, if you don’t stop, I feel like my heart is going to burst anytime soon.

“Perfect….” I muttered.

She grins.

“Your work isn’t that bad” She said.

I never knew my work will be this…perfect…

Can we just not go tonight?

I think people could steal her away from me.

I pouted.

“Let’s go” She said.

I nodded blankly and followed her to the limo.

NARRATOR’S POV

They went out from the limo and are immediately welcomed by a flood of paparazzi.

This is more than the certain bomb couple going for a friend’s party.

This is about the so-called wife having an affair with the birthday boy who is a really close friend of his.

And of course, a lot of fashion journalist made their way to the club to take pictures of them both.

They wouldn't want to miss such an eventful night.

Whereas she uses pastel colours, her husband uses dark colours so that she could pop out and he could somewhat balance everything off.

 They entered the club, he hugged the birthday boy but restrict his wife from doing the same gesture.

“Happy Birthday oppa~!” She said with a grin.

“Thanks”

“Here’s your present. And I’m sorry for creating a lot of troubles for you”

“Thanks, it’s okay. You got the bigger hit anyway.” He said with a smile.

“By the way oppa, you look really good tonight oppa. “ She grins.

“You look stunning as well.”

“Thanks” She grins

“I’m her stylist” Her husband said with a huge grin plastered on his angelic face.

He quickly pulls his wife closer to his side.

His grip on her waist tightens.

Not wanting to lose her.

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