So all my bonuses so far are Sojin's perspective within the main story. This time, I'm trying out her perspective AFTER the main story, aka when they are already engaged. And I realize it's absolutely challenging. I mean, we know how strange Sojin's mind works. But to incorporate romance into that kind of mind, well, it's definitely a challenge. This also serves as a trial to assess myself if I can really write a sequel in Sojin's perspective.

Share your thoughts? ^^,

"When did you say you were coming?"

"I don't know. As soon as you ask me to, I guess?"

My eyes pinch into slits. I can't help smirking. And then I push the screen of my laptop shut.

"Sneaky bastard."

"Hm?"

I turn for my roommate and shake my head. "Nothing." I ignore the dubious look she throws at me and saunter for the wooden peg. Donning a cap, I remind myself to keep my thoughts within the private confines of my skull. "I'm going down for a drink. You need anything?"

"Besides answers to these godawful psych questions, no." She laughs along with my chuckle. "I'm good, thanks."

"All right, good luck." I wave and finally scuttle out the corridor.

Two months into university life pretty much mirrors the life I had when I transferred to Luhan's high school a few years back—minus all the attention and awkwardness. But only because people in university just don't give a damn about anyone whatsoever. And unlike high school where transferees momentarily become celebrities—a notorious one in my case—the only thing special about new students in university is the endless string of orientation seminars.

Regular classes haven't actually started yet, and they won't until another two to three weeks. Regardless, I've already settled into a campus dorm.

To be honest, I didn't want to have a roommate. I wanted an entire room to myself, and to lord over it singularly. But Luhan—and I don't even know how he knew about my dorm room prospects in the first place—insisted that I share. I don't get his paranoia over my safety. I chose a dorm within campus, the most ostentatious one at that (upon the insistence of my brother), complete with twenty-four-hour roving guards, security cameras and canines. But Luhan's soul just wouldn't rest until I've assured him I have a roommate.

"So, how is she?" He had asked over the phone on my fourteenth night.

"Honestly, Luhan, you don't have to call me every single night."

"Are you worried about my bill again?"

I had rolled my eyes. "I'm sure your bill hasn't even crossed your oh-so-brilliant mind. I'm just saying, if you've got more important stuff to do—"

"And I keep telling you, I'm already done with all of them whenever I call you." I'd drawn out the subdued laughter in his voice, and all of a sudden, a slight clenching had wrapped around my chest. "Now enough about me. Tell me, is she your dose of femininity or is she as manly as you?"

Luhan has been teasing me about how manly he thinks I am ever since we've been... engaged.

I nearly trip on uneven pavement as I process the word. Engaged. The thought still seems so surreal. I've never even had a boyfriend.

I shake my head in disbelief as I insert a coin through the vending machine.

I was never anyone's girlfriend. The machine echoes the rattle in my skull as the can of chocolate drink drops in a loud clank. Yet here I am, engaged to the most wonderful person I've ever had the luxury of knowing. The thought warms my face and makes me smile.

I think about heading back and formulating an even cheekier response to Luhan's latest email. I swear that guy's confidence escalated a record high ever since we got... well, probably ever since he read my mushy, I-wanna-jump-off-the-Golden-Gate-Bridge, why-the-hell-did-I-even-write-that parting letter.

I slide the chocolate drink into a loose pocket in my hoodie. I'm saving it for later, and perhaps I'll sip on it absently when Luhan calls me again tonight.

Luhan, my dearest fiancé.

I press both palms to my heated cheeks as I trudge for the park, all the while feeling the embarrassment creep down every nerve of my body. Again.

I just don't get it—this strange sensation I feel whenever I think about him and that stupid-but-nevertheless-true letter. I feel it whenever I hear his voice over the receiver night after night. I feel it as I scan each word in each of his emails. And I find the fact that a simple goodnight can make my heart race extremely foolish.

A vibration in my pocket jerks me from my disturbing thoughts. At first I think it's Luhan, and when I see my brother's caller ID instead, I sigh—only to feel embarrassed once again to realize I've been expecting Luhan's call.

"Oppa, what's wrong with me!"

"Whoah there, kiddo. What's up with you?"

"Exactly!" I settle on a wooden bench beneath a shade. "I am so annoyed over something I shouldn't be annoyed of."

He laughs. "Lemme guess, it's the Luhan fever."

"What—?"

"Eomma! Sojin's madly in love with Luhan!"

"What're you—?"

"Is that so?" I hear my mother's voice echo in the background. "As long as she aces her courses—you hear that, dearest sister?" My brother's teasing voice is back. "Anyway, how are you? And how's your roommate?"

"Why is everyone asking about my roommate?"

"Because we know you're fine the moment you answer our calls—wait, so you're annoyed because Luhan asks about your roommate as well?"

"Uh, not really?" But he is already laughing like a maniac over the receiver. I sigh. "Okay, bye—"

"Hey, no, wait!" He catches his breath. "Was just kidding. Seriously. Man, I miss you." I roll my eyes. "So I'll see you in a week, how's that sound?"

My eyes dilate. "No kidding!"

"Uh-huh."

"Awesome!" Already, I am thinking about the chic restaurant my roommate and I visited just last weekend, after her oral defense for summer class. She's already in her third year, which makes her kind of like a big sister to me. And now I'm going to bring my big brother to that same seaside diner. "Make sure you call me in the morning by then, okay? I'll fetch you."

"Sweet." His grin must be as wide as mine. And then he stalls his next statement. "Say, Sojin..."

"Yes, what is it?"

"Just wondering. Did you—I mean, would you like him to come along as well?"

My heartbeat momentarily stops. Him as in Luhan? "Why?"

I can imagine my brother scrunching up his nose at my question. "Because you miss him? And you love him? And you haven't seen each other since the night you were engaged? And I seriously pity the guy already? And—you should just see each other for god's sake! Honestly, Sojin, sometimes you ask the most ridiculous questions. He's your freakin fiancé! You know it'll only take a word from you—a nod even—for that hopeless guy to fly to you the first chance he gets. I'm betting he's already planning to buy a private jet in case you suddenly ask for his presence or something." He's cackling at his own imaginings. "On a serious note, though, Sojin, you have got to see each other."

"I... well..." I'm not playing hard to get. In fact, if it weren't for the admissions office intermittently asking for certain documents every few days, I would have paid Luhan's family a visit already. The last news I heard from his mother was that he was being interviewed for an arts university in China, in his own hometown. I couldn't be any happier for him.

But does my brother expect me to demand that Luhan fly here just so we can see each other? Wouldn't that be too selfish?

"Forget it," my brother says resignedly. "He'll visit you himself when he finally deems the moment perfect. Meantime, you and I are going to have a serious date."

For a moment, I consider my own brother's sudden fascination of seeing me. And then I remember all his ramblings about his argument with his girlfriend just three nights past. "Don't tell me you still haven't reconciled?"

"How do you know? God, that woman!"

It's my turn to laugh. My brother is