One morning I woke up, and heard the news that Wonwoo already approved our parent's wedding.

His dad and my mom arranged the date of their wedding, probably at the end of the week. Before the given date, his dad asked us to have a family picture: him, mom, Mingyu, Wonwoo and I.

"Wow! (y/n) noona, you look so pretty in that dress," Mingyu gasped when he saw me wearing this pink dress. I hate pink.

"Stop calling me noona (noona-older sister). We share the same age," I complained as I looked upon this tall guy who wears a white suit.

He scratched his nape, then follow by a frugal smile. "S-Sorry. Because you were my older brother's girlfriend before, I got used to it."

Before? Ahhh, I almost forgot that we recently broke up yesterday.

Mingyu is anxiously staring at me. "We only have three days before the wedding. Are you really sure about this? Besides being my sister, isn't being a future sister of your ex-boyfriend is inconvenient?"

"Wonwoo is the one who approved the wedding," I answered, wool-gathering. "So why are you asking me? If he wants to be my brother, then let it be." Then I tend to the man at the corner. Wonwoo is wearing a black tuxedo huh. He looks good on it.

"Mingyu! (y/n)! Come here!" mom called us.

Mom and Wonwoo's dad sat side by side, while I am standing in between these brothers; Wonwoo on my right, Mingyu on my left. The photographer holds his camera. "Ready? One, two, three! Say Kimchi!"

Oddly, neither the two of us smile on the picture. Why would we? It is not a happy occasion to celebrate with. Right?

After that day, mom moved our things to his future husband's house, because we ARE GOING TO LIVE TOGETHER. TO.GE.THER. She didn't get my permission though. Tssk! Anyway, permitted or not, I have no choice.

"Is it really okay for Wonwoo and (y/n) to live together?" His dad asked while we are eating on the  same table.

Ironically, his question isn't a good appetizer.

Mom answers, "I don't see any problem on it. The kids broke up as soon as we asked them. Their relationship were petite, or maybe, a puppy love," she even chuckled.

Mingyu pored straight at her, while Wonwoo and I got paused as we kept our heads down.

"I'm sorry for butting in," Mingyu stated. "But don't you ever think that maybe, these two still love each other? And they were forced to separate because of your selfish wish? Father and miss?"

Everyone hushed. The silence visits as the air around got heavy, so heavy it can quenched our breaths.

"I don't love her. I didn't love her," Wonwoo answered.

I pored at him, wonder-struck.

Then he continued, "We dated just for fun. So I think, living together is not even a big deal. Right (y/n)?"

I wanted to look at him, to search for his eyes, to check if those words are real. But I can't. I couldn't. I wonder why: why can't I move? My heart suddenly forgot it's rhythm, so why am I still breathing?

"I shall excuse myself," I said and stood up without looking back at him. "My room is at the 2nd floor, third door? I'm going to sleep. Thanks for the dinner."

I stride out. When I reached the room, my strength almost hit me down. And the last thing to resort is the door who leant its back to be my salvation.

He doesn't love me. Wonwoo does not.

This is the sorest thing I felt in my entire life. Why? Why? I thought my life were only a straight line and that nobody can bring the beat back. But ever since I accepted that 80 dollars bet, I changed.

"Goodnight," someone speak in front of my door. It was him!

In hasty, I opened the door and just when I saw him, my breaths stifled.

"Oh, I thought you are already sleeping," he said, but I didn't answer anything at all. "I went up because I lose my appetite too." I didn't ask, moron. "Seems like you don't want to talk to me. Then, I shall leave. Have a nice sleep."

I stretched my arm, only to hold his wrist and stopped his flee. "You enjoy playing, aren't you? My brother."

Hi flinched a little, maybe because he didn't like the way I addressed him.  "Brother?"

"You love playing people. First, the 80 dollars bet. Second, that kissed under the rain. Third, a sudden approval of their wedding. And fourth, telling them that you don't love me." Now, I searched for his eyes. "It was like a push and pull game. Are you having fun, BRO-THER?"

He removed my hand on his wrist as he answered with a smirk, "a brother-sister dating in secret. Does it sound fun?"

"It sound exciting and annoying at the same time. I wasted my time talking to you." I am about to close the door. But he held my hand, went in, closed the door and locked me on his grip.

"If I told them my honest answer, then we won't be able to see each other anymore," he whispered.

I tried my best to act calm. To stay calm. Yet my hands are trembling, so hard. "Answer? I wonder what would be that 'answer' you were talking about."

Little by little, he loosened his grip, as his eyes laid back in a docile way. Then he leaned his hand on the door, right beside my ear. While his other hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer.

"Ohhh," I gasped. What's with this position? His face is so close!

We gawk at each other,  heavy breaths mingled together. I don't know if it is only me, but for this moment I was thankful that inside this room there are only us. Him and me. Together. And I was once again got welcomed in his arm.

"I think we can never stop the wedding," he whispered. God, why is he leaning much closer?! "But we can break their relationship," he added with his deep husky voice. When he put his hand to my cheek, I gulped. He tilted his head, cutting the distance between our lips. Much closer that made me think it would be another kiss. However...

"Pathetic answer," I stated that halted his act.

We both can feel our breaths brushing on our wet lips, partly opened. For some reason no one between us who has a courage to continue. We are stuck in our position and in our thoughts.

"Ahmmm, are you asleep already?" Mingyu! Mingyu is outside my room!

I want to push Wonwoo away, but I cannot move!

"I guess you are already sleeping, he he," Mingyu chuckled. I heard some creak sounds and I guessed Mingyu leaned on the door that my back also leaned against by.

It wouldn't be any good if Wonwoo get exposed inside my room. What should I do?

"I'm sorry (y/n)," Mingyu continued while the two of us from inside are quietly listening. "But I cannot accept you as my sister. There are three reasons why. I'm telling this cause...well, " he chuckled. "I am hoping that you are already asleep."

He sounds weird.

"(Y/n)," Mingyu called my name again; this time it sounds sincere. "You love my brother. That is the first reason."

My eyes travelled to Wonwoo's gaze. And I asked myself: "I love him?"

"Wonwoo loves you too. That's the second reason."

He loves me?

Wonwoo cupped my cheeks once again. In his eyes there are no hesitation anymore. He leaned closer again, and my lips already parted to receive it, to welcome it and to kiss it once more.

I never thought that the answer is very simple. In fact it only has one word: Love.

"And the third reason is... I have a crush on you noona."

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