Hongjoong sighed for the umpteenth time, that morning. He kept moving his plate in front of you so that you could eat. After that little episode in the bathroom, your hunger disappeared and you were scared to throw up again. Though your friends insisted that you had to eat, something light, but you had to put something under your teeth.

"You lost a lot of energies. You should eat."

Claimed Hongjoong while resting his chin on the palms of his hands, staring at you and waiting for your next move.

You lifted your eyes from the plate to your white-haired friend and he smiled, hoping to reassure you that you would feel better. You shook your head slowly.

"I don't feel like it."

You replied, moving away the dish from your sight. The food was bothering you only by looking at it. Hongjoong clicked his tongue annoyed before shaking his head and focus on his food.

You rested your head on the table, surrounding it with your arms and using them as a pillow. A deep breath left your lips as you closed your eyes, feeling the stress slipping out from you. At that moment you wished you were in your bed, buried under your blankets and... With Seonghwa beside you.

You involuntarily smile but it faded away quickly when you remembered that tonight you were having dinner with your parents and San and his father. Your head shot up, which wasn't a wide move since a tingling pain hit your head right where there was your temple. You hissed for the pain and squeezed shut your eyes.

"Yah, you shouldn't do that!"

Screamed no other than Wooyoung before slapping your elbow. Hongjoong and Mingi glared at him as if they were about to choke the black-haired male. Hongjoong hit the boy with his fingers on the forehead, scolding him without bothering talking.

You almost forgot about the dinner. Though you really didn't feel like eating all of the food your mom prepared, your stomach wasn't ready yet. So, you sighed and stood up from the chair of the cafeteria and picked up your bag.

"I'm going home."

You announced without giving any other explanation. Your friends didn't say anything, which was weird. Last time you said that you were going out for dinner they literally devastated you with questions and tips on how to win a boy's heart, but you were going to eat pizza with your parents, so no boy.

You threw a glance at them, checking if they heard what you had just said or if they suddenly became deaf. And, once you noticed the smirks on their lips, you realized that they knew. As you were about to ask the question, Mingi interrupted you, answering your doubt.

"San told us about tonight's dinner. He can't wait for it."

Smiled Mingi. Ah, that guy. You smiled involuntarily, sharing San's feeling. You were excited too for that dinner, even if it wasn't anything important or formal. Just a dinner between friends and colleagues. And that made you even more confused about your feelings towards San. You weren't sure if there was something more than just a friendship or not and you hoped that tonight's dinner could help you understand something more.

On the other side, there was Seonghwa. Everything that you liked in a boy was incarnated in his figure, the way he walked, talked, and acted, his hairs, hands, everything. After all, you were the one who created him and made him look like that.

However, Seonghwa was meant to disappear soon or later, even if you didn't want it. San would've stayed by your side for the rest of his life, you were sure about that. But, when you were with San you didn't feel the same strong feelings you felt when you were with Seonghwa. They were on different levels and, at the moment, Seonghwa was on the higher one.

You were violently brought back to reality by your friend Wooyoung, who shouted.

"This is why Mingi and I are going to help you choosing the dress for this evening!"

He declared. Both of the boys grabbed their bags and stood up, waiting for you to start walking so that they could follow you with this challenge. Your eyes widened double the size when you realized they were serious. You lifted your hand and started shaking them rapidly.

"It's not necessary, guys, I-"

"Yes, it is! Now, stop complaining and come with us."

Interrupted you Mingi, who caught your hand and started dragging you out of the cafeteria, followed by Wooyoung that had his arms crossed on his chest and was staring at you with a tight-lipped smile, confident that you couldn't escape from Mingi's grip.

You opened your mouth when you noticed that Hongjoong wasn't with you. A few seconds before he appeared behind Wooyoung's shoulders, but he wasn't walking in your direction, rather he turned to the right, directed towards the bathrooms. What you saw after him, made you furrow your eyebrows.

Behind him, there was Mr. Kang.

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Your bed was buried under all the clothes you had. In a small corner, there were two new dresses that you bought today with Wooyoung and Mingi, on the other side, the rest of the clothes you already had in your wardrobe.

You were sat on the chair of your desk and were staring at the two males standing in front of your bed digging into your dresses and trousers to find the outfit for the dinner. They also argued a couple of times on what you should wear, but they stopped right after they heard you clearing your throat.

After two hours of desperate searching, they managed to put something together that they both like. And you too, of course.

They chose a mesh, turtle neck, long sleeves, white t-shirt, and a spaghetti strap, black dress to wear on the shirt. How could something so simple create a mess between your two friends who were sat on your bed and were staring at you with your new outfit? They both hummed with satisfaction.

"Well, I think our job is done here, we'll leave the rest to you."

Mingi said before clapping his hands and standing up. Wooyoung followed him immediately and together they caught their backpacks and dashed out of your room and apartment, leaving you alone with the huge pile of clothes to rearrange.

You sighed, not being able to hold a small laugh. You threw a glance at the clock on your bedside table and, when you noticed that it was late, you almost fainted. So, you grabbed your clothes from the bed and messily tossed them inside the armoire, hoping that San wouldn't come in your room. Even if he had no reason to do that.

You ran in the bathroom and you almost scared when you saw your face in the mirror. You were pale, the dark circles under your eyes looked even more evident and your make-up was completely melted under your eyes. You needed a miracle, not some make-up. So, you decided that it was better to start from zero and washed your face.

It took you thirty minutes to look presentable. Even if you didn't do something exaggerated, you still were satisfied. As you were about to close your beauty case, you heard the doorbell ringing and your parents rushed to the door to open it. You could hear your mom squeaking at the exact moment San stepped inside your house. You rolled your eyes, amused by how childish your mom looked like when it was about San. She really liked him.

You reached your parents and the guests in the living room, checking repeatedly if your dress wasn't creased or if your hair wasn't tangled.

When you finally got into the living room, all the eyes were in you and you felt a little uncomfortable, you didn't like being in the spotlight. San and his dad stood up and greeted you. His father shook your hand and you bowed while smiling. San, instead, took your hand and moved it closer to his mouth, leaving a soft kiss on the back. You felt your cheeks burning as soon as you met his smiling eyes. You smiled back, embarrassed.

Your mother squeaked again and clapped her hands before standing up.

"Let's go eat!"

Your mom exclaimed, walking to the kitchen. She started serving the food after all of you took your seat, San next to you. You gulped uncomfortably when his knee hit yours under the table by mistake. Something inside of you moved and you weren't sure what it was, even if you had an idea.

You hushed that thought and started eating. During the dinner, your parents and San's father talked about their job, how the business was going, and the new goals of the company. You and San talked about your college and his university, how your study was proceeding, and how were your friends.

His dad asked you a few questions, like what was your dream job and what were your hobbies. It seemed more like a job interview, rather than a normal conversation.

Your mom, instead, talked to San about you and how she liked that you two started dating. Embarrassing, but understandable. San was the perfect man, you could see that when he dated his ex-girlfriends. He would give the world to the person he loved. And that was the type of guy that also your father liked. Basically, San didn't even have to ask for your father's blessing to propose to you. For your parents, he could kneel right now and asked you to marry him.

But you didn't want that. Not now.

The dinner ended past midnight. You got lost in chitchat after you all finished eating. You and San were on the rooftop where there was a small garden available for all the people that lived in the apartment building. Your arms were placed on the metal rail, enjoying the view and the cold air.

"Your mom is an amazing cook."

San claimed, smiling and showing his cute dimples on his cheeks. You smiled back, finding that trait of him really pretty.

"Thank you. I wish I could cook like her, one day."

You replied fidgeting with your fingers. You weren't bad at cooking, but you weren't at her level. She was able to prepare every type of food, from Korean food to Italian.

San chuckled, changing his position so that now he had his back against the rail and his arms crossed on his chest.

"I'm sure you'll surpass her, one day."

He said, connecting his eyes with yours. You hummed, not really sure about want he said.

You giggled, moving away from the rail and swaying playfully.

"You think so?"

You asked with a smile on your lips, trying to suppress a laugh.

He extended his arm towards you, grabbing your waist and dragging your body close to his. You gasped when your body touched his and placed your hands in his strong shoulders for support. Your noses were brushing lightly against each other. His fingers intertwined behind you back, pulling you even closer so that your bodies were now glued together.

His attention moved from your lips to your eyes, as if he was silently asking for permission. He hummed.

"I think so."

He whispered millimeters away from your lips. Then, he moved closer, connecting your lips together. Your heart started pounding crazily in your chest, but you tried to calm down since Seonghwa could feel your blood pressure.

You got lost on his lips, enjoying the sensation of his small and soft mouth gently caressing yours. His tongue started playing with yours as he wrapped his arms around you, tightening the grip around your body.

You intertwined your fingers behind his nape, gently scratching the base of his neck, your nails in his hair.

He broke the kiss with a smile on his lips, giggling a little before laying his head on the crook of your neck. You smiled, too caressing his shoulder blade with your hand.

"I'm so happy."

He murmured, chuckling on the skin of your neck.

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