Most girls grow up dreaming of the perfect proposal, complete with a hidden diamond ring, a romantic dinner, a big crowd of passerbys, a speech about never-ending love, and maybe even a serenade from a string quartet.  That was never me.    Foreword This is the short sequel to My Best Friend that takes place about five years after the first part. Um I guess this will still make sense by itself but itll be better if you read that part first. I fucking love Minhee and the poster she made me <3 Goddamn Ive written three new oneshots in the past week cause I havent been able to work on my on-going stories without my missing Paparazzi chapters. I feel like Im dying, Jason. DYING.