“Seojun?” I called out of the blue as I fidget with my fingers, feeling a lot nervous from what I am about to ask. We are still on the balcony, admiring the night view of the city.
“Why?” he coldly responded, bringing out his attention from watching from afar to meet my gaze.
“I am just wondering… do you not think that our families are going to do something… you know… uhh… something really big to separate us?” I even stutter as I deliver my question. I am trying to figure out what his decision would be if he is the one in my shoes.
“What are you saying?” He unexpectedly looks serious. “What do you mean?” His face turns solemn, and it made me nervous and full of regret that I have even taken the liberty to ask him.
“We both know that once our parents find out about this, they are not ju
