Every girl would dream of dating their favorite celebrity. But if it does come true, is it really a dream worth living?
Read on and find out for yourself.
In a desperate effort to not be swayed by his charm, I conditioned myself to get back in the right mindset. His eyes were the very first I instantaneously noticed. They were still a bit red and puffy, just fresh from crying. He might have caught my worried expression that he swiftly ruffled his hair, aiming to divert my gaze somewhere else.
I wanted to tell him that there was nothing to be ashamed of. It's just a normal reaction to the loss of a loved one. But I just kept it to myself, comforting him in my silence.
"I should take this." He took the bag off my hand. "We should head inside, my grandma's waiting for you." It would've been scary if you come to think of it but he beamed at me and this time I can't help but smile back.
He's doing his best Rozie, lighten up a little.
He was about to put his hand on my shoulder but hesitated and took it back. Instead, he casually gestured to the door at the end of the hallway, like it was what he was intending to do to start with. "After you..." He said gentlemanly and I shyly obeyed.
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When we reached the end of the corridor, Seung Woo cheerfully greeted us once again behind the small table by the doorway.
"The dress looks perfect on you." He said in a bit of a nervous voice. He might have been conscious with his pronunciation but he did just fine. His eyes were twinkling at me. He was so cute, he reminded me of my young nephews.
Jungkook scoffed right beside me. "Ya, don't you think you're a little too young to flatter women like that?"
"Joreul mideuseyo bareumeul jedaero haryogo chajabwassoyo. " (Give me some credit. I even looked the phrase up so I could pronounce it right.)
"Our 5-year old cousins can speak English way better than you do," Jungkook smirked at him. He was nice enough to respond to him in the language I understand. It gave me an idea of what they were playfully bickering about.
The guests who just came in before us signed the book sitting in the middle of the desk. Right beside it was a pack of white empty envelopes that I learned should go directly to the big box next to the desk. It was labeled with 부의금, Korean for condolence money. I was about to sign my name onto the guest book but a crowd of visitors was fast approaching. One of them called Jungkook from afar.
"My dear Jungkook, you're home!" said the old lady wearing a highly sophisticated ensemble.
"Aunt Eun Chong, it's been so long." He hurriedly walked towards her, embracing her tightly.
I stepped aside as Jungkook's relatives took their turns in logging on their names. It is not considered proper etiquette to let the person at the desk or any member of the grieving family see how much money you put in the envelope. So I took the opportunity to put my donation discreetly while the crowd was still distracted.
