Katreal pulls down his hat, trying to hide his face even more than it already is. See, he has a hat, a scarf, and even a face mask! Still, sometimes, that’s not enough protection from the media.

He shudders. What would the netizens do to him if they ever found out that he was dating SNSD’s Tiffany?

Well, okay, they’re not really dating. Today’s supposed to be their first date, but honestly, Katreal’s a little worried. What if she never shows up? What if she was just trying to be nice? What if her members or manager found out?

He would be roasted alive.

That’s why he’d gone through pains to find an obscure hipster cafe, a dirty, overlooked entrance in the depths of Hongdae. It’s actually not as bad as most people assume; the place is clean, the service is nice, and the food is good.

Suddenly, a hand on his shoulder snaps him out of his thoughts, and he starts, nearly yelling out loud.

“Did you wait long?” a soft, amused voice whispers in his ear, and Tiffany slides into the seat next to him. Katreal tries desperately to control his wildly-beating heart and laughs nervously.

“Nah,” he answers in what he hopes to be a casual voice. “I just got here too.”

“Hmm.” Tiffany smiles, fixing him with a piercing gaze. “What’s that you’re drinking? It looks good.”

***

“So Sunny was like, ‘oh my god, Tiff, you have to stop’, but like, I didn’t want to, you know? So I…”

Katreal props his chin up with his hands and watches Tiffany talk through half-closed eyes. Despite their consciences, they’d both ordered alcohol, and now Tiffany is slightly tipsy.

“Hey, come on, Katreal,” she giggles, placing her hand on his cheek. “Talk to me, say something, anything.”

Gazing into her eyes, Katreal blurts the first thing that comes to mind. “I love you.”

Tiffany’s eyes widen slightly, but he goes on. “I’ve been in love with you since I first saw you on TV. Ever since that day, I’ve followed SNSD, and you. You were my life, made it better, ruined it. I love you, Hwang Miyoung, have loved you since forever, and… I love you. I want you to be mine, forever.”

Silence. Katreal drops his head onto the table. He’s fucked up. Even in his drunken state, he realizes that.

But then he feels a soft kiss on his forehead, and Tiffany whispers, “Well, I love you too.”