(Kang Jun’s POV)  “Lovely,” Kang Jun replied. “Huh?!”  “I said... this diner is lovely.” He lifted his hands towards the waiter, later shifted to her, “order for us.” It’s the only way she could settle down, he murmured to himself.  Kang Jun had seen lots of ladies who’d have shrieked and flipped on the floor after a rattling or unpleasant scene.  But she’s extraordinary.  She sat there in silence, and her aura just shouted not to mess up with her. Even if she cried inside the church, it was brief. Almost like washing her face from the horror and humiliation. When she looked up, he felt a fire burning inside her. Kang Jun sat quietly across from her, his eyes intently examining her quiet and reserved nature as she placed their order with the waiter.&n

“Hana, Hana,” Go-Eun shouted as she rushed towards the girl standing at the door. “Come instantly,” she continued, grabbing Hana’s wrist, yanking her towards the school grounds.“Wait wait, Go-eun. What’s going on?” Hana asked while she dashed behind Go-Eun.“Baekhina is looking for you,” she responded.“Oh! There you are,” Baekhina turned around and waved towards Hana.She scan their surrounding. Her eyes spotted a glimpse of Kwanghee and Suho from a distance. She shuffled closer to Hana. One of the ladies supported her as she trudged, and the rest of the girls made way for her like the red sea parting.“What is she up to this time,” Go-eun asked Hana while watching Baekhina sashayed amongst the flock. “I have a bad feeling about this.”“Why are you looking for me, Baekhina,” Hana asked with a deadpan expression

Riiing. Hana’s phone buzzed and pulsated in her handbag. It was Baekhina, and she was looking for her. She didn’t realize it was already 2 pm. And Baekhina’s voice was shaking her brain like a rainstorm in mid-autumn. Hana pulled the bike out of the storage room, refilled the dogs’ water bowl, and dashed outside. If it wasn’t for Kang Jun, she might not have attended the celebration. But she owed more than she can imagine that his simple request might not even account for everything he has done for her. Hana struggled for a bit, trying to adapt to her new bike. She noticed that the chair was extra fluffy and soft, unlike the ordinary bicycles out there. A little bit of Suho’s touch, she flushed. The wind turned cooler as she pedaled her way to Daegu Hotel. Her eyes scanned for a bike rack at the hotel, which she discovered concealed between bushes and tall plants. After securing her bike and tulips in the basket, she stormed upstairs. “Room 402, it read.” As she steppe

Dingdong. Dingdong. “Hana, Hana, are you there?” A loud knock drew her back to earth. Hana closed the box, jostled on her feet, and dropped the gift on the nightstand. “I’m here, Go-eun.” She opened the door and saw a giant balloon bouquet and an armful of presents and things standing in front of her. “Happy Birthday!” Go-eun peered behind the bouquet, beaming at her. Hana lit up, “Go-eun! Let me help you with that.” Reaching for the wreath and the plastic pouches in her hand. “Wow! You carried all of these.” “I know, right? They’re from the party. And since you didn’t come, I carried them here instead.” “Oh! Didn’t you eat? Come in.” Hana held the door for Go-eun. “Well, we did. We ate some kimbap, Mandu, and japchae Suho brought. Kwanghee also brought some ice cream. And we finished that one too, or else I’ll bring you colored liquid. Jim and I made this bouquet for you.” “Really?! I didn’t think you’d get a party going for me. Oh, you can set them down there,” Hana po

On the day of the basketball try-outHana had been restless after not seeing him for the last four days. He didn’t drop any message except for her birthday greeting. The basketball court was full, and every player brought in their own cheering squad to the game. Hana’s eyes darted left and right, searching for Suho, but he was nowhere in sight. She descended and started seeking for Kwanghee, who had been absent at the shelter as well. Hana caught up to him as he was leaving the gym.“Hey, Kwanghee. Where’s Suho?”“He’s not here,” Kwanghee answered, his back against her. “Obviously. Why would I ask you if I can see him here? So tell me, where is he?”“He’s busy.”“I know, but shouldn’t he be here? He had been waiting for this opportunity. I am sure he’ll not let this pass. So where the hell is he?”Kwanghee turned around, flustered, “Why the hell are you mad at me when it’s your fault that he’s in a hut, Kwanghee mumbling to himself.”“What?”“Hana, Hana…” a voice called out behind h