Mi Joo’s POV

Flipping through channel after channel on the dormitory’s flat television screen using the remote control with the help of my fingers, I release a deep sigh, deciding to off it. I lay on the couch comfortably, my hands behind my head, supporting the weight of it.

I am absolutely bored since I am currently alone; the members have a schedule and they decide that it is best for me to stay in the dorm so I will be having minimal movements. I am still recuperating from my sprained ankle so no work for me as of now.

As I rest, the thought of the incident keeps flooding in my mind – the one where he eventually finds out the hidden truth. That specific statement is haunting me as well – “You are still a lost sheep to me. Once you figure it out, you know where to find me.” Of course I know what he is implying about. He wants me to sort out my very messed up feelings.

I am really shock when he asks if he can kiss me during that day. It is quite sudden and the least expected sentence that I have to hear. I do not even know why I behave in that manner. The ironic fact is I actually do not mind doing it. However, fear overcomes me so I push him away yet again. I am terrified that if I act in such a reckless way, it will cause more pain that I will not be able to handle. In order to prevent it, I have to take the lead and stop it before anything dangerous can happen between us.

As I am in the midst of heading off to dreamland, a knock from the main door is heard. Weird. It cannot be the girls as they are not halfway done with their schedule so who can it be? I did not order any delivery as well unless…

I got up from the sofa lazily and tidy up my bed hair to make myself look partially presentable before heading to the door with my crutch. Bracing myself, I open the wooden door and find a man with a mask on which covers both his nose and mouth. The sight of his bleached blonde hair and his dark chocolate eyes says it all as to who this unknown figure is.

“Hi, Mark,” I greet, trying my hardest to keep the surprise tone as I speak. I still let him in for whatever reason he is here for.

“How is your ankle?” Mark asks when he removes his black mask.

“Better.” Mark nods in response as he takes a seat on the couch. I place myself a seat away from him and turn the television on once again.

“Just to let you know.” I avert my attention to him and our eyes meet, those hazelnut orbs of his that I will always love. “Hun Seok messages me to accompany you so you will not be lonely thus I am here. For you,” Mark explains coolly, not breaking the eye contact.

Somehow, this leaves my heart to flutter for a moment there. He could have not come but no, he still does despite the unforgivable things I have done to him. I shift my gaze back to the colourful screen, not wanting to give him the opportunity to tease me that his words warm me. He always manages to see right through me. However, through my peripheral vision, I can see a small smile forming on his face. Damn it, Mark sees right through me again.

Time passes quietly and slowly as the two of us do our own stuffs; Mark using his phone and I watching the television, none of us talking about the incident that occurs in the hospital. We are avoiding the topic. The silence is not as suffocating as I think it will be but it is the kind of silence which indicates a misunderstanding must be spoken up.

“Do you want to eat lunch now, Mi Joo?” Mark asks as he pronounces my name with such delicacy. I bob my head in return. “Great! Because I am famished. We should order chicken,” Mark says rapidly like a bullet train.

“You can order it for yourself. My lunch is already settled with chicken and salad,” I state, spoiling his excitement about ordering fried food. I point my packaged lunch which is sitting alone on the dining table; cold, untouchable, aloof.

“Right because we have to throw this inedible trash into the rubbish chute. You are eating heavenly fried chicken with me whether you want i