SEULGI

Jihoon hasn't talked anything since I asked Mino to leave my home. Judging by his expression I know he's still in a state of complete stunned.

I take a seat across him, waiting him to start a conversation or Q&A session. He must be having a lot of question and I'll have a lot of things to explain.   Jihoon stares at me and sighing.   "I know you have a lot of question inside your mind. Let it out, I'll explain every single things." I finally break the ice.   "You said that you didn't know Mino but then I found you with him in your house. It doesn't even make sense for a stranger who barely know each other."   His words make me feel guiltier than before. I can't even see him in the eyes.   "I'm sorry, Jihoon."   Jihoon doesn't give me any response, and I can't help for not crying and trembling. I must have not lied in the first place. This is a consequences I have to take for being stupid, but this is the best option I need to take since I didn't want to hurt Jihoon, knowing that someone whom I love is actually someone he is closest to which gets me devastated too, because why do on earth—out of 7 billions people among the world, why it should to be Mino?   Silence fills the air, the sounds of ticking clock is almost killing me right now.   I look up to see Jihoon in the eyes.   "I'm sorry Jihoon, I'm so sorry for lying."   He's still looking stunned but a bit softer than before. Jihoon finally smiles as he moves, bending his knees before me. His eyes is searching mine as he grabs both my hands, squeezing it gently as if he's trying to tell me that he's okay with that, as if he's forgiving me.   "Is Mino the man whom you always said as Song Pabo? The man whom you loves dearly?"   I nod. "I lied because I think that's the best thing I need to do. I'm too surprised knowing that Mino is actually your friend. I don't want to hurt you."   I see him smile from ear to ear which is got me clueless. It seems Jihoon knows I'm clueless with that, then he takes a seat beside me. He's gently caressed my cheek. One of the reason what I like about Jihoon: he is the most heart-warming person on earth. I feel less perplexed and less worry whenever he's around. Jihoon is taking a good care of me.   "I'm happy that you're scared that I might feel hurt." He says.   "You're happy instead of mad? I don't understand."   He laughs and ruffles my hair gently. I seriously don't understand him.   "At first I feel mad at you, but hearing your reason about it. I can't help but smile. You don't want to hurt me, it means that I've got one percent of your concern. That's a very significant achievement."   "I do care about you."   "I know."   I'm burried myself in Jihoon's chest, while my hands reach up to his back. I just want to hug Jihoon right now. He's hugging me back.   "Are you okay, Seul?" Jihoon asks.   "I'm confused."   "Then be it. Be confused."   I break the hug then I stare at him once again I don't understand with his remarks.   "I know you still love Mino and he may be love you too. But, you wouldn't be confused if I don't have a meaning for you." Jihoon smiles, his thumb traces down along my jawline to the corner of my lips. "Then be it, Seul. Be confused with us, I wouldn't give you up to Mino unless you want me to."   "But I don't want to ruin your friendship!"   "We can settle it, I'll talk with him later."   "Pyo Jihoon!"   "No more excuse, Kang Seulgi."   Jihoon pulls me closer to him, our lips are just a few inch away. His sweet breath is brushing mine and I'm anticipating it. His lips. I know I must be crazy, if I didn't understand Jihoon, I think I don't understand myself more.   And I was right.   Jihoon kisses me and I don't even bother about it, instead, I enjoy it. It was not an usual dry peck that he usually did, the kiss is more steamy, a deep rich, exploring kiss.   His tender lips against my lips, this heart-pounding, and fluttering stomach—do I love Pyo Jihoon too?   I must be crazy.   *   MINO   I've been away to Japan for a whole week, the preparation for the next album has started and it drained me physically and emotionally. Right now, I'm in the middle of video clip shooting. The director asks me to have a preliminary meeting. Frankly, I don't really need to hear about his artistic view, in the end, I'll do whatever he wants me to meanwhile, I have to make things right, so I can finish it quickly then get back home.   "You look rather calm and smile a lot these times." Jennie hands me a cup of americano.   "Am I being too obvious?"   "About what?"   I look up and giving a nice smile to her. "I finally have a reason to be back home."   "Why do you need a reason to be back to your home?" Jennie looks puzzled. She doesn't know, a thing called home for me isn't only a place to stay but a place to be back constantly, a place where I belong and surrender.   "Just give me a morning flight tomorrow."   "You used to hate a morning flight."   "I'm just m