“I didn’t even want to stand there.” She made a face, absently straightening out the pink material that held the flowers together. “But did Yoong and Taeng even listen? Of course not. Heechul oppa even threatened to drag me to the dance floor if I didn’t go there on my own. I know it’s his wedding but sheesh… That guy’s too much at times.”

She carefully placed the bouquet on the nearby bedside table. “I didn’t even try to catch that thing. I was just standing there and just pegged me square on my chest.”

Sooyoung shook her head, reaching out to grasp his hand in hers. A shaky laugh escaped her lips. “So I guess I’m next, huh?”