"You are so obvious, Oh Sehun."

Sehun had turned his head to glance at Isabelle, who stood beside him. They were waiting for their lamb chops to be finished cooking in the ship's well-kept cafeteria. He shot her a look, both as if to ask to clarify what she meant and as to why she spoke in English to him.

"You being in love with Jovelyn, of course. I can see it in your eyes." She gave him a warm smile, her eyes trained onto the empty plate in her hands. "It makes me... relieved. You don't have to believe me but I really did hate myself for a long while for choosing my dream over you, Sehun. You deserve someone who would love you unconditionally, selflessly. I know I was the bitch."

Sehun's gaze dropped too, memories of their break-up unraveling in his mind.

He remembered her saying that he should find someone better back then too. He didn't think it was possible. He didn't want to believe he would trust someone so deeply and fall in love again.

But then Mirasol appeared.

Unexpectedly and unwillingly.

"I know it's still hard for us to see each other, but I really do hope you all the happiness and success you deserve. If only my parents could have realized how amazing you'd be in the future." Isabelle let out a sigh, a solemn expression crossing her face. "I'll admit, I really did come to your company hoping that you were still single. But after seeing Jovelyn with you... I knew that she was perfect for you from the get go. She's a loyal one, that one. She's really nice. I'm just... sorry. I don't really know what I was planning to do after being chosen to be a featured designer for your company, it really was on impulse."

"Do you even love Gregory?" Sehun asked back in English.

"To some extent, yes. As to why it wasn't hard to come to the decision of marrying him." She turned her gaze back on Sehun. "Being the children of influential business men really is a hard and caging life. So, if we can all have one thing to hold on to, or more, we need to hold on to it tightly."

"I guess you're right."

"So, please, don't ever let go a girl like Jovelyn. She's a good one, I know it."

"I know it, too."

Isabelle gave him a pat on the shoulder. "I really do think you should confess to her soon, Sehun. It should just be the two of you."

The sudden suggestion caught the man off guard, and his cheeks flushed a deep red. Upon seeing it, Isabelle raised a brow. "Wait, were you already planning something with her?"

Earlier the day, as he and Mira were still on the drive over to the cruise ship, their conversation had fallen into movies. For Mira, she had brought up that she always wanted to watch Train to Busan, but never gotten the chance to watch it.

It was then Sehun sprouted the idea that they can screen the movie on the ship movie theater, since he had access to it as the CEO's son. Their only limitation was that they were only free to do that around midnight, when most the crew were gone.

Mira really wanted them to do it.

"Ah, cliche, using a scary movie for a first date! Are you planning on confessing to her then?"

Sehun pursed his lips at this, really liking the idea to do so. He wanted to do it for a while now. "Possibly."

"Then I wish you all the best, Oh Sehun!" The Brazilian woman gave a wistful smile, genuinely proud of Sehun's words. He truly have moved on and she's happy for him. "Do you think I can invite you, Jovelyn, and the others to our wedding? Or would that be pushing it?"

"It's... a bit much, but we'll see."

The lamb chops the two have wanted were finally placed onto their plates. With that, they were about to head back to their table until something on the dessert counter had caught Sehun's eye. In his empty hand, he picked up a plate of cheesecake to give to the certain half-filipino girl, since he remembered her expressing her love for the dessert before.

He wants to walk towards Mirasol confidently.

And so, he will take that extra step forward.

As it reached late into the night, Sehun had slipped out of his suite to go retrieve Mirasol from her room. He took his time to get to the floor below his, as he felt an odd kind of nervousness wash over him.

Was he ever this flustered whenever he was with Isabelle before? He wasn't sure. Sehun always felt that he had acted with confidence whenever he was with Isabelle, but now he wasn't even sure. Maybe, Choi Mirasol just had this affect on him.

He chuckled at the thought of this.

Oh Sehun really had fallen deep for her.

He was scared.

He reached Room 214. For a good moment, he stared at the door, debating what his next step of attack would be. They have mentioned meeting outside the room around midnight, but Mirasol was clearly not out yet.

Sehun wished that Mirasol really had a phone.

With reluctance, he knocked on the door lightly, hoping that Mira was awake and would open the door. However, he was met with silence. With a sigh, he knocked again, much harder.

And just as he expected, he had regrettably woken up Isabelle instead.

"Oh, Sehun?" the Brazilian woman yawned at the sight of him. She rubbed her eyes to rid of the sleep and blinked once realizing something. "Huh, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Jovelyn right now to woo her?"

Sehun furrowed his eyebrows. "Is she not in?"

From her hands, Isabelle held up a piece of paper she had found. "She said she was going for a swim. I assumed she was writing a fake excuse so to not reveal your plans to me... or that you guys decided to do a much sexier outing." Isabelle's joking attitude was replaced with a frown. "She's not with you?"

Sehun shook his head. The panic instantly washed over him, his heart heavy. Why, all of a sudden, does this all feel so horribly wrong?

"So she said she's going for a swim, right?"

"Y-Yes..." Concern was evident on Isabelle's face when she realized the height of the situation. "What's going on?"

Sehun didn't even bother to answer her question; his mind was flooded with one objective. He had turned his heel and started running towards the closest swimming pool from here. He could hear Isabelle shouting from behind him, and then her rapid footsteps following. "Let me help you, Sehun!" She bellowed, hurrying after him.

The two of them went to the main deck of the cruise ship for the biggest pool. The night time was chilly, but the pools were always kept at a warm temperature. The two of them bustled about outside for any signs of movement. However, they were only met with some Oh Corp's other coworkers, none being Mirasol. In fact, they were people from a different division of the company.

At the sight of Sehun, they quickly turned and bowed in respect for him, despite being near to naked and wet for their fun pool time.

"Have any of you seen Choi Mirasol come through here?" Sehun asked the small group in a mindless babble. They all glanced at one another in confusion. The man finally noticed his mistake and corrected himself, "Sorry, I meant Jovelyn, my model representative!"

All of them either shook their heads or mumbled out a no. Sehun's expression dropped at this, until one of them piped up, "I-I saw someone use the elevator towards the top floor. Possibly, she's using one of the indoor activity rooms?"

Right. From the grand pool of the deck, elevators with clear windows could be seen at both sides. The person who had told him the information was pointing towards the elevators towards their right. If he remembered correctly, there was an indoor pool at the top floor of the ship in that direction.

"Jovelyn must be swimming there," Isabelle replied with a nod. She grasped onto Sehun's shirt sleeve and lead him towards the elevators the group had pointed them to.

They were breathless by the time they reached the elevators. Fortunately for them, the elevator doors had opened instantly the moment they hit the button.

They rose up the floors.

Sehun nearly stumbled out of the doors as it reached their designated floor. He and Isabelle ran down the hallway towards where the indoor pool was. Just as they slammed open the door to the pool, they were there in time to see something, or rather someone, splash in.

"Oh my god!" Isabelle shrieked.

The two of them rushed over to the edge of the deep end to the pool. A body was sinking further down into the water, not struggling to swim back up.

Sehun instantly tore off the jacket he wore and the shoes he had on, not wasting time to dive into the pool after the body.

Falling deeper and deeper, trying to hurry to the sunken body.

Her hair swirled around her face, pale, and nearly lifeless.

Mirasol...

Sehun grasped onto the body and swam his hardest to the surface. Just before he reached, a familiar circular object floated on top. He desperately gripped on it to help bring Mira above the water.

Once seeing them, Isabelle did her best to pull the both of them on the float back over to the ledge.

Rushing, the two of them brought the unconscious Mirasol on ground.

The Brazilian woman was hysterical, tears already rolling down her cheeks just as Sehun went ahead to perform CPR.

"Please be okay!"

Please be okay.

Please.

Please.

I promised I would hold on you tight.

Please, allow me that.