You were starting to actually enjoy yourself, humming along one of your favorite songs. You were thinking about visiting your hometown when you felt a shiver run through your entire body. Your heart was beating fast and your hands were getting cold. You know this feeling like the back of your hands, but why now? Then your eyes fell on that silhouette across the street. You froze on the spot “Could it be?” The silhouette was so familiar that it made your mind race with thoughts “How could he be in Japan and here? He is supposed to be there not here. Am I seeing things? Is it because I miss him? No No, I need to get my together. He is in Japan and there is no way he is here.” You thought. Tears found their way back to your eyes. The silhouette disappeared but you were still staring at the spot where he stood.

The buzzing of your phone snapped you out of your daze. You wiped the single tear that escaped from your eye and answered “Myungsoo-ya” “Happy New Year” He said enthusiastically. “Someone is excited” you said chuckling “New beginnings are always exciting.” He said “You never fail to amaze me Myungie.” You smiled “Always a pleasure, ma’am” he chuckled “How have you been? What are you doing now?” he asked “You’re hyperactive. I’ve been well. I’m out for a walk now. What about you?” “I’m out too, taking a few pictures. The boys were partying at the hotel. They’re probably drunk now.” He said chuckling. “I don’t think so. I just spoke with Sunngyu oppa and they all sounded sober. I think you’re missing out on them.” “I’m on my way back now.” “Good for you. When are you coming back?” “Next week, miss me already?”  “A lot” “I miss you too.” He said but you couldn’t hear him. The same shiver ran through her spine, the same trembling in her hands and fast beating of her heart, it’s the same silhouette again, sitting right under the tree where you first met. “Myungsoo, where is Woohyun?” your voice shook “What?” “You heard me, Kim Myungsoo.” You yelled “He went home to see his mum. Why?” he said a worried and confused tone “He is right here where it all began.”

It’s been a few minutes since you’ve been staring at the silhouette sitting under the tree that held too many memories. Your mind was racing contemplating whether you should leave or stay. A part of you wanted to see him, the other held you back knowing that your walls would crumble the moment he looks into your eyes and say your name. You know that the moment he starts talking you’d want to hear more, you would want to hear him sing. The moment he would look sad you would want to hold his hands and pull him into your arms and hold him there for a hundred years. You want to hear him vent about how his days went as he rests his head on your lap. You would want him to cook for you like he used to do while you sit on the counter watching him and humming one of your favorite songs and he would join you not caring about your horrible singing. You missed him too much to resist the urge of walking to hi