Her smile couldn't be wider. The heart pounded quick inside of her chest while she hurried across the concrete. Blinded of delight, Yoona didn't even notice she ran into another student. Instead, the sudden encounter made her legs go faster, moving against the street in front of the enclosure. 

     "Oppa," she called.

     A tall, fit man leaned against the hood of a sable car, his back facing Yoona. He looked so good in black jeans with matching blazer. She couldn't prevent herself from attacking TaecYeon, compelling him to fall back on the hood with Yoona on top. He groaned.

     "Hi."

     "Good evening," she tittered. 

     There was a frown between his brows, "I don't know about that."

     With his palms underneath her armpits, he lifted and moved Yoona a bit lower, before he sighed in relief. She felt confused and let the emotion show. 

     "Certain. . . parts got damaged," he muttered. 

    Her skin at the cheeks grew warm as both stared into the other, which made TaecYeon snicker, before he glided off the vehicle. 

     "I wasn't planning to. . ." she began. 

     "Don't," he interrupted, grinning. "I'm fine."

    Yoona nodded, relieved. Then, she felt his arms sneak round her back and pulling her close. Her pulse beat faster and she felt troubled exhibiting intimate actions in public. 

     "Oppa," she mumbled, "not here."

     The request didn't get a comeback, which made Yoona lift her neck and find TaecYeon looking at her with a peculiar glint in his left iris. 

     "Come with me then." 

     "Where to?"

     A foreign smile widened his lips, "You'll see."

    Because of a weird reason, she found herself blushing again while her mind was occupied with thoughts of her fiance. There was something