"minho hyung... minho. i look forward to evaluating your wooing ability."
jisung grins at me before turning away and leaving the room.
i hear him call changbin.
i hear his footsteps down the stairs.
the picture of him smiling is tucked into the back of my mind safely.
i feel his breath lingering in the air near my face:
i smell his cologne in the surroundings.
all i can sense is jisung.
my name.
it slid off his tongue so smoothly, as if he'd been saying that for ages.
just like how i imagined, my name was music when he says it.
i stand still in a daze, almost like a statue.
it's not until woojin and chan calls me down to help them prepare for the wedding then i move, snapping out of my reverie.
i hold the railings.
my legs are jelly.
my palms are moist with sweat.
a date with someone i felt the most attracted to in my whole life.
i'm not going to let this chance slip away so easily.
i don't wish to keep the cute boy waiting, do i?
if i'm lucky, jisung might agree to being my date for our best friend's wedding.