To say that she was angry was an understatement. Kwang Soo could practically see the smoke coming out from her ears. Wishing he were anywhere else but beside her, he perched on the seat tentatively; ready to take off at any sign of the volcano that was Ji Hyo erupting. He glanced at her furtively once more, quickly averting his eyes when he realized that she was now glaring furiously at the Valentine’s Day gift Jong Kook had presented her with proudly just mere hours ago.

If her glares were deadly, those flowers would have wilted- if they could. When they say get the girl some roses, he didn’t think that his hyung would be so… willfully ignorant. He gave an exasperated sigh, quickly stifling it when she shifted her glare onto him instead. Seriously though, he expected more common sense from his esteemed hyung. It was the twenty-first century for goodness sake, where Valentines was a commercialized holiday and girls expected flowers, chocolates and a good meal. They live in a country that generated most of its GDP from over sensationalized dramas full of romance and his hyung couldn’t even steal an idea. Honestly, he thinks it’s the lack of effort that was bothering her. After all, the gift screamed that he thought she wasn’t worth the time.

His hyung was a dead man walking.

“I really shouldn’t have expected too much.”

He whipped his head around so quickly he thought he might have developed whiplash. Sh