'Click.' Yoona snaps a picture of the bougainvillea shrubs along the sidewalk. Taking a look at the camera's display screen, Yoona couldn't help but frown in dissatisfaction. 

'What's wrong?' Nichkhun notices the disappointment written on Yoona's face and takes away the camera in her hands.

'I didn't get it right. There's nothing in the picture. No feelings. No emotions. A dead piece of work.' Yoona groans, clearly on the verge of giving up.

'It's too early to conclude. Here...' Nichkhun hands the camera over to Yoona and steps behind her.

Placing both his hands around hers, he tightens her grip around the camera and draws the camera nearer to her face.  Instantly, Yoona could feel the heat rising between them. Aware of the small gap between his chest and her back, she could feel his breath hovering over her shoulders. Conscious of the fact that Nichkhun was unintentionally embracing her from behind, Yoona couldn't help but flush bright pink.

'Looking from this angle...' The shutter sound goes off as Nichkhun steps away. 'Alright. Take a look at it.'

'Woah...' Yoona gasps as she stares unblinkingly at the picture. 'The ambience. The emotions. How did you portray them as a pictorial source?'

She paused for a moment before raising another question, 'Nichkhun sshi, are you, in any way, linked to photography?'

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Taecyeon: I'll be waiting at the carpark after dismissal. Let's have dinner together.

Yoona: Not today, Oppa. I'm really busy.

Taecyeon: Yoona ah, don't shun me again. Didn't you promise to give it a try? Are you regretting it?

Yoona: Oppa, I don't mean that. I've just enrolled in a new course and I've spending time brushing up on my skills.

Taecyeon: Don't even think of skipping dinner. You're going with me.

Yoona stares at the screen of her cellphone. She knows that there is a need to practise her photographic skills, but the tug at her desire was simply too strong...

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'Yeobuseyo? Appa?' Yoona was about to tap on Taecyeon's shoulder when he answers his call. Having figured out that the person on the line is his dad, she hurries behind the pillar. 

'Appa, I don't regret to cling onto me for the rest of my life. I'm out of this.' Taecyeon rolls his eyes, unable to hide his frustration.

'I'm serious this time,' The note of finality in his voice was audible. 'I'm not going to let go of her hand. Not anymore.' 

Yoona looks up immediately, watching him in disbelief. The man who trampled on the hopes she has for him is finally reviving them with his actions.

'Oppa.' Yoona calls out to him the moment he jabs at the 'end call' button,

'A-Ah Yoona. Y-You are early...' Taecyeon stares unblinkingly at Yoona. 'Did you just arrive?'

'Yes.' She replies matter of factly. 'Where are we going off to?' 

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'Oppa?' Yoona's jaw drops as Taecyeon parks his car along the sidewalk. 'Street market?'

'Yeah. They sell your favourite tteokbokki here.' He swings the car door on her side open, beaming at her.

'Oppa, you've never been to a street market before,' Yoona frowns. 'You may find the food unappetizing...'

'I want to try something new with you. Won't it be great if every of my new experience revolves around you?' As he takes her hand in his, Yoona began to blush madly.

Yoona shakes her head in disapproval as she stares at the table of tteokbokki, odeng, sundae, anju and soju.

'Another flask of soju!'

'Oppa! That's enough. You've already emptied a flask.' She furrows her brow.

'Sundae...' Taecyeon points to the plate before him, instructing Yoona to feed him. Looking at his childlike behaviour in his drunken stupor, Yoona breaks into a smile as she stabs at the blood sausage and shoves it into his mouth.

'Yoona ah...' His speech was starting to slur. 'Saranghaeyo...' He flashes a goofy smile before his face landed on the table.

'Silly...' Yoona mouths the word, as a rosy scarlet color spread over her cheeks.