“Don’t forget that I am still here.” I know this voice belongs to that person. I can feel his weight slowly escaping from my bedside as he stood up. Why is he here? How on earth did he manage to get in? Base from the sound of his footsteps, he already knows that I am awake. He voluntarily went to the kitchen counter and – yes that queue of brewed coffee made my senses more responsive.

I opened my eyes to confirm who my guest is. It was him, the attractive comet finally showed up and he’s stirring the teaspoon carefully for it not to hit the sides of the cup. What is with this silence? What is with this mysterious vibe?

“I am glad that Minwoo brought you back; now I know that I can really trust him.” He smiled elegantly. There is this familiarity between us. The fondness is outgrowing my indifference from him. Hyesung slowly walked towards me and laid the cup of coffee on the table beside my bed.

“I think, we need to talk.” His calm voice was altered with a tensed tone. I can feel that he has been preparing for a serious conversation. I saw his long fingers climb up to his chest to the first seal of his collar. He can’t even look at me directly.