#HappyAoiDay was trending on Twitter.
Thanks to their hard work and coordination, Kaji's fans had collected enough money to buy a birthday advertisement for Kaji in New York's famous Times Square; they'd also bought local ads that decorated the train stations in Korea, and they had even considered petitioning Google for a Google doodle featuring Kaji. They didn't push through with the Doodle, but the power of their votes had won a contest in a famous magazine that promised to run a full-page greeting for the month's "favorite celebrity birthday celebrant". They'd planned several gatherings and other activities to celebrate Kaji's birth: there were karaoke competitions, streaming parties to stream and increase views of Kaji's songs, and even a fireworks display over Yokohama thanks to the Japanese fanbase. And! Thanks to the earnest efforts of the more philanthropic of the fandom, they'd donated a hefty sum to a global organization whose mission was to bring clean water to poor, underdeveloped areas in third world countries.
Yes, the fans were incredibly powerful.
Birthday Fan art was, of course, a staple. Social media was bursting with it (with or without re-posting restrictions) and included submissions to the company's Fan art platform. The top three entries for #Kaji'sDay, based on number of votes and the assessment of the website's editors, would win special prizes. (Kaho remembered Starbucks certificates were given during a previous competition to celebrate the release of the solo album of one of the senior artists under XM.)
Fans had eagerly awaited the announcement of their admission to Kaji's birthday party (it was lottery based). Those who hadn't joined or couldn't make it had arranged their own parties. They'd prepared cakes, plushies, and other fan merchandise, which included stickers and shiny key chains as prizes for Kpop-themed versions of games like Cards against Humanity and Mafia.
Amidst all the celebrating and preparations during his birth month, Kaji was still busy filming. He had especially looked forward to his parents coming to see him and the promised stress-free days off during their visit. They'd gone to Busan as they'd agreed to do and he'd missed the charity concert Shimizu had organized because of it. He'd wanted to see his family, and it had taken some scheduling acrobatics for his parents to be able to spend time with him. Still, Kaji had also regretted not being able to watch Kaho's performance.
He expressed this regret to Kaho hours before the party at the spa where he had invited her, Mori, Tsuchiura, Miyabi, and, yes, even Len to spend a relaxing morning and afternoon. They were going to have a rejuvenating spa day together and would be chauffeured with him to the party in the evening.
They sipped lemongrass tea while waiting at the reception area. Mori looked over at the shelves of natural shampoos, soaps, body scrubs, and massage oils. Some of the products were displayed with small spoons beside them that you could use for testing. She'd tried the strawberry body scrub.
"You should also check out their shampoo and conditioner," Kaji said, beaming. "I swear your hair will feel the softest it's been in years."
They were led to a hallway decorated with surrealist paintings that Kaho thought would swirl from one canvass to the next. The locker rooms were to her left, but before she could turn the corner, she noticed one of the staff arranging flowers in a vase. She'd made eye contact with the girl, who very hastily took off. Kaho chased after her.
"What're you doing here?" Kaho asked Ha Seul when she finally caught up with her.
Ha Seul tilted her head to the right and smiled sheepishly. "I work here?"
"What's with the question mark?" And running away is totally not suspicious...Kaho thought sarcastically. Possibilities and explanations for Ha Seul's presence made waves in Kaho's head.
"Are you here by yourself?" Kaho asked Ha Seul. They'd found a corner where they could speak without being seen.
With the stargazers and vase still in Ha Seul's hands, Ha Seul looked like a page out of a magazine. If Ha Seul straightened out her friendships, Kaho thought Yul's sister might get what she wanted and end up working for a company like XM. Or...she could try modeling.
She was suddenly curious if Ha Seul could sing as well as her brother.
Ha Seul's eyes darted behind Kaho, there was no one following them. Her friends probably thought she went to the restroom.
"Yeah, well, I do work here," Ha Seul said. "It's my first week. Na Ra's the one who got me in," she explained.
Ha Seul had mentioned Na Ra before. She was the friend who got the cockroaches from the pet store where she worked. The scary friend, if Kaho remembered correctly.
"Oh..." Kaho said.
"I promise I'm not lying. I'm not stalking Kaji today..."
"Or any other day?"
"This is a process," Ha Seul answered. "But it's not meaningless when I say I really am trying."
"I guess I'll leave you to your flower arrangement then."
Abruptly, Ha Seul grabbed Kaho's wrist. "Wait," she said in an uncertain voice. "There's something I have to tell you."
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Len didn't like being touched. He was probably just going to sit in a room and let the aromatherapy "work wonders" on him like the spa's brochure had claimed. He browsed the other services they offered: ear wax candling... hair removal...
After a few minutes, he'd leafed through the entire contents of the brochure, which also advertised the spa building next to it. This other spa had state of the art water jets that could target specific muscle groups, and a giant pool you could float in while listening to music. Had they gone to that "water spa", Len could have just stood under an "Amazon Waterfall" or "Rainforest Shower" to relax his tired muscles. That spa even had the added benefit of being co-ed.
Tsuchiura walked over to him, wearing a towel slung low on his hips. "Are you going to have a massage, or aren't you?" Tsuchiura asked, grabbing his own robe off the hanger.
Len was glued to the bench where he sat. He already had his robe on but had decided not to opt for the full body massage both Kaji and Tsuchiura had chosen.
"I think I'll go to the jacuzzi," Len said, finally deciding on what to do. He'd read there were also mint and lavender baths. He might try those after the Jacuzzi.
"It'll be just you, me and Kaji," Tsuchiura said patiently. "It's just a massage."
Len shook his head. Even if he was going to be in a room by himself, he wasn't going to do it.
I'm keeping myself to myself, thanks.
Seeing that Len wasn't going to change his mind, Tsuchiura made his exit. "Suit yourself then. Probably see you at the saunas if you don't mind those."
"Probably," Len said.
Thankfully, the Jacuzzi room gave him the quiet he'd been looking for. It boasted a view of a wide river covered with boulders. To his right, a tiled wall with smooth glass beads glittered under a row of lights.
As he expected, there was nothing overly stimulating in the room. There was only the sound of water and soft piano music in the background. It was apparent he was probably the only person among their group experiencing and enjoying peaceful solitude. Kaho, Mori, and Miyabi were probably chatting animatedly while having their nails manicured or were perhaps in another jacuzzi somewhere talking about Mori's upcoming wedding. He wondered if Kaho would have convinced him to do the couple's massage –basically, they would be side by side in the same room –had they been alone.
He'd probably still vote to transfer to the Water Spa next door; he'd decided he and Kaho should try it out on their next date when no one else was allowed to tag along. The idea put a smile on his lips as he closed his eyes and imagined having Kaho all to himself. He spent a restful thirty minutes in the Jacuzzi with nothing but the view and thoughts of Kaho to occupy him.
He should have known that it was only a matter of time before Kaji and Tsuchiura decided he needed company.
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Ha Seul's eyes were glued to the floor. She hadn't dared to look at Kaho after sharing her admission.
Kaho, on the other hand, had eyes that were bugging out of their sockets.
"I can't believe you!" Kaho shouted. Even the sound of her own voice had surprised her. "What if Yul had come with us," she whispered, hoping her previous outburst hadn't gotten them unwanted attention. "Would you want something like that to happen to your brother?"
"Well...most of my friends are solo stans, so..."
"That's not an excuse!" Kaho said, still trying to control the volume of her voice. "Did you help with this? Did you set up those cameras?"
"Yes and no... well, yeah...I think I shouldn't have but –"
"But what?" Kaho interrupted her.
If Ha Seul kept ignoring her conscience, she'd get used to making the same mistakes. It would only be a matter of time before she and her friends were caught. Where will you be then?
Ha Seul bit her lip and stared out the window. "At least I didn't shave my head to get into the men's room."
Kaho almost didn't want to ask. "Have your friends done that?"
"Some of them."
Kaho sighed heavily. "Is that something you're willing to do? What if it was your brother, Yul, they're spying on?"
Ha Seul winced. She crossed her arms over her chest in a self-comforting gesture. "I won't be forced into it."
Kaho moved forward and held Ha Seul by her upper arms. She summoned all the bravado she had and, in her most authoritative voice, said, "Help me remove the cameras."
Kaho stared at Ha Seul, willing her to cooperate. From her peripheral vision, she noted Ha Seul's hands were gripping the vase more closely to her chest.
For a second, Kaho thought Ha Seul was going to smash the thing over her head.
"Once the coast is clear, we'll fix this," Ha Seul said.
Good, Kaho thought. She had no intention of letting Ha Seul choose differently.
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Tsuchiura told Len there were three things he had to remember: first – it was Kaji's birthday, Kaji would be paying the spa, so he, Len, should at least be thankful he wouldn't have to contribute; second – it was Kaji's birthday, why shouldn't Kaji be allowed to go where he wanted go even if it was in a jacuzzi with two other guys?; third – there was no reason for Len to complain if Kaji wanted to sing in the aforementioned Jacuzzi, it was his birthday and Len should give him all the leeway to talk at length about whatever topic or sing whatever song he wanted to share with his listeners, which now he was one. Len told Tsuchiura that he wasn't complaining. At least Kaji had a good singing voice. People actually paid to watch him belt the high notes.
Kaji's signing steered them towards different music-related topics. Tsuchiura asked if Kaji or his bandmates were allowed to include songs they'd written in their albums. Ryo asked, "Do you or your bandmates try to get your own material out there?"
Kaji looked off to the side. "One of our members co-wrote a song that's going to be in the Re-packaged version of our next album," he revealed. It wasn't often they got to participate as lyricists, so it was good news for his band member.
"I'm bad at the lyrics game," Kaji said with some embarrassment, "I think I'd just be happy to sing a song my friend worked on."
Len then reminded Kaji that singing, Kaji's skill set, was something he did enviably well. It was his best contribution to the group. "You do your job to the best of your ability," Len said. "You have a stable voice and your high notes are a highlight of your songs."
It was about teamwork, and Kaji was an essential member of his band. Len didn't think Kaji and his bandmates would have secured their place in Kpop history if they didn't offer something beyond good looks and synchronized dance steps. Kaji was a great singer, he didn't have to be a jack-of-all-trades.
"How do you know about Kaji's singing prowess?" Tsuchiura asked.
"I based my opinion off the DVDs Kaho and I watched," Len explained. "She wanted to show me some of the concerts his band had performed at the Tokyo Dome."
Kaji actually blushed. Whether it was at Len's unexpected compliments or the fact that Kaho had made Len watch their concerts, Len didn't know. Kaji laughed nervously. "I...I think I'm pretty good at dancing, too," he said, trying to deflect attention away from his singing. Len shook his head; he thought Kaji was supposed to be good at handling compliments.
"Don't try to skirt around it, Kaji," Tsuchiura said with a smirk. "Tsukimori's praise is as rare as they come. It means he doesn't dole out meaningless platitudes."
"I'm aware of that," Kaji mumbled.
Tsuchiura crossed his arms as he shifted in the tub. "I'm curious," he said to Kaji, "are you really as poor as you think you are? You like spouting all that 'flowery stuff', doesn't that make it easier to pen some lyrics?"
That "Flowery stuff", Len thought, had been directed at Kaho.
Kaji twitched and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "I don't know how to use them in a song," he admitted. "The words sort of come out only when Kahoko's around."
Kaji seemed to regret what he'd said the instant he said it; he shot a nervous glance in Len's direction. Len shrugged. For some strange reason, Len wasn't ill at ease. He didn't feel awkward. He had been the first person Tsuchiura had confided in regarding his feelings for Kaho in high school, and Kaji had already talked to (argued with?) Len about his misgivings regarding Len and Kaho's relationship.
What else is new? His nonchalant expression seemed to say.
Tsuchiura chuckled. Len said, "Kaho told me she likes to start with the melody. That's how most of her compositions begin."
If Kaji wanted advice or if he changed his mind and suddenly became interested in another attempt at songwriting, he should go to Kaho. She would be excited to share what she knew.
"Would you write her a song, Len?" Tsuchiura asked, his tone playful. "I wonder how that'll start..."
Len rolled his eyes. He knew Tsuchiura was teasing him.
"Yeah, Len," Kaji said, leaning toward him excitedly. "What would you say to her?"
When had they started to call him by his first name? Sometimes Tsuchiura would alternate between 'Len' and 'Tsukimori' but... Kaji...?
He looked at their faces: Tsuchiura grinned like the devil. Kaji's face was openly curious. They were waiting for him to reply. Len rubbed his temple. Really? They were asking him what he'd write for Kaho? I did say I was no longer surprised, right?
"I don't know," Len answered, his tone apathetic.
Tsuchiura snorted. Len's eyebrows shot up. "You write Mori any songs lately?" Len challenged.
"She can beat me at it anytime," Tsuchiura said. "But if she wants an orchestra to bring her songs to life, I'll gladly offer my services."
Tsuchiura had a hand on his heart; he bent a little at the waist and did a mock bow. Kaji looked at Ryo with admiration, "You're really smooth, Tsuchiura."
Sure. Tsuchiura was Cassanova. Len grunted and went back to gazing at the running river. If he were to seriously attempt songwriting...
What would he say?
Lyrics have to be compact. The lines could leave room for interpretation, but they had to have focus. He wondered if he was going to meander like the river he was watching...
If he attempted to write a song, he couldn't keep adding words to it, and he couldn't just say whatever it was that came to mind (no matter how inspired). It was different from talking in person (conversations meander, he acknowledged).
Music was essentially a form of conversation, Len reminded himself. He also said to himself that he excelled at the violin and that he was equally glad that Kaho liked hearing him play. He was more than pleased actually...
She said he was amazing...
But...
His gaze remained fixed on the river. It amazed him more that he was in a relationship with Kaho. There wasn't a day that Len hadn't been awed by Kaho's presence in his life. It had been years since they'd first met, and there were more years spent apart, but he had found himself ...helpless when it came to her. He enjoyed thinking of the permanence of his feelings for her. There was no way he would let them be free of each other.
It's simple. I can't undo what I feel for you...I can't stop the sun from rising, and I can't will my heart to stop beating.
It was in their names, he thought; he was the moon and she was the sun whose warmth he desired. He borrowed her light, and she was the reason that he shone.
Sun and Moon...
God. He could be sappy after all. He hadn't seen that coming.
Tsuchiura grinned. "I think," he said to Kaji, "that Len's secretly being poetic in his head."
Len was embarrassed. He knew he was blushing, so he pulled himself out of the Jacuzzi and made up an excuse about going to the bathroom. Poetry and songwriting should be left for another day, he thought as Tsuchiura's and Kaji's laughter receded into the background. He walked into the adjacent changing room/bathroom, which also had blue-tiled walls covered in beads. He saw a few beads catch the light; there were white ones and blue ones, but most had dull blue-green surfaces that weren't as reflective. As his gaze scanned the tiles, he moved a few steps closer to the wall. Something was out of place.
He stretched his arm upwards.
Len frowned when he heard Kaji push through the other entrance across the room. Tsuchiura followed after Kaji and was in the middle of telling a joke. Len ignored them and stretched his hand further up. Why was that one bead different from the rest? It was attached near the edge of a tile...Its surface appeared smoother...
He touched the round object, which he soon realized wasn't glued to the wall. He pulled on it, and a length of black cord followed.
I knew it.
"We're being watched," Len said.
"We should try one of those fancy Lavender baths," Kaji said, oblivious to Len's discovery.
"What's that, Tsukimori?"
It was Tsuchiura who had spoken. Len turned to his companions and showed them the object in his hand. Kaji's eyes widened, "Is that a camera?"
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Ha Seul stood guard while Kaho deftly removed Na Ra's 'secret eyes' from lampshades, wall sconces, potted plants, fairy lights, and a host of other creative hiding places in the different rooms.
Remarkably, they'd handled things without a hitch or interruption until the seventh room: Kaho was balanced on a stool and was reaching up behind a wall fixture when the door behind her flew open with a bang. A short man with salt and pepper hair and what Kaho guessed was a semi-permanent scowl appeared beside a willowy girl who gave her the evil eye. Her long black waist-length hair was unbelievably straight, and her dark eye-liner only contributed to her ready-for-Halloween look, despite the employee uniform she was wearing. She looked scary and seemed to be the type to enjoy the impression she made.
Ha Seul entered after them with her head bowed down and with her hands folded in front of her. Kaho willed Ha Seul to raise her head and look at her, but it was as if Ha Seul had closed in on herself. The employee beside her appeared as though she was silently judging Ha Seul. Kaho's brows drew together when she saw the girl's name tag. She was Ha Seul's friend, Na Ra, the one with the multiple jobs.
"Sir," Nara said in a disapproving voice, "I think they were trying to spy on our customers."
Kaho nearly fell off her stool. She jumped before she could land gracelessly on the floor. "What! No!" She placed a hand over her chest, forgetting that she hadn't changed into one of the spa's robes. "I'm a customer here, you'll find my name on the guest list."
When the manager didn't respond, she added, "Look, I found this camera," she said, holding up the offending gadget. "Why would I –"
"Yes, why would you be in one of the male dressing rooms?" The manager said with a glare. He turned to Ha Seul, who flinched under his sharp gaze. "Are you in this together?"
"Yes, but –" She glanced at Na Ra. "We were trying to remove them."
"Why didn't you report this to management?"
No, no, no, no. This wasn't supposed to happen. Kaho's eyes darted between Ha Seul and Na Ra. Ha Seul wasn't speaking up. Why wasn't she defending herself? Na Ra threw Kaho a dirty look as she surveyed Kaho down the length of her nose.
Of all the...the girl was smug!
"God, I hate this. The last time this happened, we were at a hotel in China," came Kaji's voice from the door. Tsuchiura and Len stood by his side.
"Excuse me, Sir," Tsuchiura said, tapping the manager on the shoulder. "We'd like to report –"
"You!" Kaji shouted, pointing at Na Ra. "Why are you here?"
Kaji's voice rose. "You were one of the girls that followed us to the bathroom during our last show! You broke into Yul's dressing room!"
That got Ha Seul's attention. Her head snapped up, and she glared at Na Ra.
Na Ra, who stepped back when Kaji had identified her, had been momentarily surprised. She squared her shoulders and returned Ha Seul's glare. "They're all fair game," she said in a casual voice.
That did it. Ha Seul threw herself at Na Ra, and their bodies slammed into the nearest wall. "You said you wouldn't!" Ha Seul yelled.
"Whatever," Na Ra said, trying to shove Ha Seul away from her. For a slip of a girl, Ha Seul had a lot of firepower when motivated. Na Ra lost her balance, and the girls rolled on the floor in a tangle of limbs. Ha Seul struggled to sit up; she straddled Na Ra, who tried to block Ha Seul's attacks. Both girls were screaming at each other.
"Stop this," Tsuchiura said, pulling Ha Seul off Na Ra. Ha Seul flailed, and Na Ra peeked from hands that had tried to shield her face and chest.
The manager had, for a moment, let the fight take its course; after a gentle reminder from Len, he bellowed for the guards near the entrance. The guards had responded within a few seconds. One picked up Na Ra and restrained her while the other went to collect Ha Seul. Kaho blocked his way. She stretched her arms out to stop the guard from coming near Ha Seul.
"Please let us talk to her," Kaho asked the manager. He fixed his glasses, sighed, and signaled the other guard to escort Na Ra out of the room, presumably to an area where she could be detained while awaiting her punishment.
"Kaji," Kaho pleaded, "please let her brother handle this." She looked over at Tsuchiura and Len. "Don't let the guards or the police take her."
Kaji approached Ha Seul. "Who's your brother?" he asked.
Kaho wasn't sure Kaji could detect the family resemblance. When Ha Seul lifted her face, Kaho tried to check if there was a flash of recognition on Kaji's face. There was none.
Kaho bit her lip. "They have the same eyes," she said.
"Really?" Kaji said, his voice rising. "You're Yul's missing sister?"
It seemed Kaji had finally learned more than the surface details about his bandmate. Maybe Yul was becoming less secretive; Kaho speculated that Miyabi's speech during the confrontation at the studio had affected Yul and had prompted him to become more open to his bandmates.
Ha Seul stayed quiet. "Does he know what you and your friends have been up to?" Kaji asked, his voice tinged with worry.
"I'm going to call Yul," Kaho offered.
"No, Kaho," Kaji said, "I'll call him. He and I will talk to her together."
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Kaho was sorry that Kaji had to go through something so stressful. She'd be sorry for him too if it had happened on another date but that he'd had to experience this on his birthday…
Well, if she could somehow give him a birthday wish...
"Kahoko," Miyabi said, interrupting her thoughts. Kaho remembered she'd sent Miya a text message about her whereabouts. "Are you ok? Were you in the lobby this whole time?"
They hadn't heard the scuffle. Mori and Miyabi had probably fallen asleep during their massage.
"Where's Mori?" Kaho asked.
"With Tsuchiura," Miyabi said. "They're having tea in one of the relaxation rooms."
Kaho laughed. "Isn't this whole place supposed to be one big relaxation area?"
"We thought that was where you disappeared to," Miyabi said. "Mori guessed you were getting some alone time with Len."
Kaho blushed. Ah, no. Not when everyone else is here.
Miyabi laughed at Kaho's expression. "Even if you aren't engaged like Mori and Tsuchiura are, you're allowed to eventually disappear with your boyfriend. It's not like other couples don't do it when they're on group dates."
Kaho gestured to the space around her, "This was more of a group outing for friends."
"That's true but –"
Miyabi had stopped mid-sentence. Kaho looked behind her shoulder to check what Miyabi was staring at.
Yul, in his usual all-black, blinked at Miyabi. He then glanced at Kaho before settling his eyes on the floor. It was rare to see him appear embarrassed. "Miyabi," he said, raising his head to look at her face, "is it ok if I borrow Kaho for a while?"
There was no 'hi' or 'hello'. No 'How are you?'. Kaho waited for Miyabi's reply. "Sure," Miyabi said hurriedly, "sure...yeah... I'll leave you two alone."
Kaho wondered what Yul was thinking. Did he want to avoid Miyabi because of what happened? Did he want to explain the situation to her himself? Miyabi hadn't witnessed his sister's predicament.
"See you later, Kaho," Miyabi said before walking past Yul.
Yul's gaze followed after her, but Miyabi hadn't looked back. He stood still for a moment before lowering himself on the bench to sit next to Kaho. They faced a large painting of sunflowers.
"I'm sorry about Ha Seul," he said. He looked tired. There were bags under his eyes.
"Busy day, huh?"
"Yeah."
"How's your sister?"
Yul spoke in the voice of the long-suffering who had recently seen the end of their problems. "I think it's over now," he said. "She's spoken to Kaji, apologized to him and to me."
"What did Kaji say?"
He shrugged. "Kaji's always been nice. I knew he would be willing to forgive her even before my sister started to come clean about everything she's done...including the gifts she sent to your apartment."
"No," Kaho said in disbelief, "she actually told him?"
"I was surprised, too," he said. "She told us she's very sorry because she now considers you her friend. She thinks you're one of the best people she's ever met."
"She really said that?"
Yul winked at Kaho. "Kaji likes you. Flattering you was a step in the right direction."
Kaho chose not to comment on Kaji's feelings. Wait, did Yul tell his sister to say nice things about her? He's joking, right? Kaho doubted Yul would coach Ha Seul on how to "lighten her sentence", so to speak.
"What's going to happen to her now?" Kaho asked.
"She's going back to school," Yul replied. "It's only been a short time since I met her, but...She shouldn't have had all that free reign."
"I thought she wanted to be involved in music..."
"She still does," Yul said. "She's been accepted into Hanyang University. It's good news, but I think she should seriously consider studying abroad."
"Wait, you said she was accepted into Hanyang?"
"Yeah," Yul said proudly. "She should be bragging about it, but she isn't. I know that, had it been me, I would have announced it to the world. By the way, where did you go to music school?"
Kaho's brows rose. "I went to Seisou University in Japan."
"I'll tell her you went there," Yul said. "I think Ha Seul should try broadening her horizons. If I suggest she go to the same music school you attended, she might agree."
"Why?"
"Didn't I say she thinks you're one of the best people she's met?"
"She's special herself, I think. I mean, Hanyang...that's impressive."
Yul's face had become more cheerful while they spoke, but his expression had turned serious again. "You didn't judge her, she's thankful for that," Yul said as he stood from the bench. A corner of his lips turned up, "Consider yourself on the same list."
"What list?"
"You," Yul said, "are also on the list of the best people I know."
The smile on Yul's face grew wider. "There will come a time – when enough people start throwing it around – that it'll become your official title, 'Hino Kahoko, one of the best people I know'"
Kaho imagined herself wearing a sash with her new title emblazoned in glitter. She chuckled and grinned; Yul's words and the way he said them had reminded her of Miyabi.
Kaho had to dare: "I'm one of the best...Next to Miyabi?"
Yul shook his head. "She's in a league of her own."
Kaho stood and made her eyes meet Yul's. She could dare some more: "Will you be talking to her soon?"
He turned to leave, but Kaho thought she caught another smile. "See you at the party, 'Most liked Person'," he said, giving her another title to consider.
"I'll be sure to bring Miyabi!' she shouted after him.
Yul lifted his hand in goodbye.
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Notes:
Hanyang University is a prestigious university in South Korea.