Taemin lived in a nice apartment. Surely he has lots of money, or his parent's money. His place was at the highest floor in this building, 17th floor. 1701 was his unit and I just standing out there, decided if I should press the bell or not. Is it really okay if I go to his place like this? 

I sighed. Do I really have to be involved in this what person doing? I shook my head. Since i've already here, I think it's no use if I just turning my back around and going home. I ring the bell. I waited for almost one minute and no respons. I ring the bell again. Still no response. Is he not home? 

I ring the bell again. Waited. No response. Seems like he's not home. I decided to turning back when suddenly the door behind me opened. 

"Naeun-ah?"

I turned around and saw him for the first time in a mess. His face was pale, messy hair, wistful eyes. He forced a smile. "Look who's here" 

"Are you feeling unwell?" l asked. 

"Just a slight fever. It will be okay soon. Are you not come in?" He offered me. 

Considering coming or not I looked at him. 

"Please?" He smiled. I feel bad for him begging like this and then coming in. 

His apartment is not a luxury one, but it nice enough to live in. I sighed when seeing his apartment, totally a mess. 

"I don't like tidying up. The cleaning lady not coming for this four days because I was sick and want to be alone." Taemin explained. "Ah! But I am glad you're here." 

"Don't you need to rest?" I interupted him. "Please, don't mind me. I am just checking your condition since there's no news from you this past days. You should rest." 

"That's why you should give me your number" he smiled. "But, you're right. I need some rest. I still have headache. Could you please wait for me?" 

"I think, I better go." I said

"I am not rest, then." 

"It has nothing to do with—" 

"So please stay." He interrupted me. "You can do whatever you want with this place. Take it as yours." Smiling, he went to his bedroom without closing the door. 

I guess I don't have any choice then. But first, can we make this place better? I cant stand this messiness.

***

I saw him bleeding. Very badly. The black shirt that he's wearing now particularly full of red, blood over his stomach. I gasped. He's smiling at me. For some reason, I can feel tears flowing at my face. Seeing him bleeding, seeing him hurting, it's hurting me too. He gave me his hand. "I need and angel's hand, Naeun-ah" he said. 

I take steps toward him, trying to reach his hands. But strangely, the more I keep closer to him, the more he move backward. 

"Naeun-ah" he called me

"Naeun-ah" 

"Naeun-ah!"

"Naeun-ah! Naeun-ah! W