I’m a masochist. And a sadist, for that matter. It’s really the only way I can justify what I said two months ago.

“Can we get back together?” My mouth seemed to have a mind of its own. But as the words processed in my brain, I began to understand the possibilities that were likely to happen: A) I could try to get over Yesung and B) Should I succeed, I was already with someone.

So what was the harm?

What made it better was the fact that Henry said yes. We started going out again that following Friday and getting back into the flow of things as if we never broke up. Well… almost…

The fact that I only did this because of Yesung hung in the back of my mind. However, I found that with time, Yesung’s picture faded from my mind almost completely.

One day, Eunhyuk and I were shopping at the store, preparing for movie night, where the two of us picked a Friday out of the month, bought popcorn, then went to a restaurant (always different) to eat, then we’d take the drinks home and watch a rented movie. This month was Eunhyuk’s turn to pick the restaurant.

It was 9:00 and we’d started later than usual, but there were plenty of restaurants still open when we left the grocery store. We went down a street I never even knew existed. “Hyukie, where are we going?”

“A friend of mine said this place is really good. Apparently, they serve American food here.” Eunhyuk was practically running, making my speed go faster, as he was tugging on my wrist. Finally, we reached a restaurant that sat at the corner. It was dimly lit, and I found myself sneering at the sight of it. Eunhyuk led me inside. “Reservation for two?”

“Name?” The maître d asked.

“Lee Hyukjae.”

“Right this way, please.” She led us to one of the booths by the window. Your server tonight will be Yesung. He’ll be along to take your order.” We were handed silverware and menus and the maître d scampered off, looking back at us every so often. I saw her and another waitress giggle and look over. I winked at them, sending them on another giggle fit.

“What are you doing?” Eunhyuk laughed.

“Raising their hopes. I find fangirls quite amusing.” I laughed.

“Welcome! I’m Yesung, and I’ll be your waiter this evening. What can I get you two to drink?” He looked up, then, and gasped at the sight of us.

“We’ll both have Dr. Pepper.” Eunhyuk answered. Yesung nodded, mouth agape, and then walked back into the kitchen. As he did, he moved through the waitress-fangirls, which now had one other waitress. The three giggled as he passed them.

My head hurt as I remembered those dark eyes piercing my memory. Where had I seen him before? And why did my heart skip a beat when he jerked his hair out of his eyes? He came back and set our drinks down. When he asked if we were ready to order, I realized that I hadn’t even looked at my menu. Eunhyuk ordered a bacon cheeseburger and when Yesung asked what I wanted, I simply muttered, “Just get me what he’s having,” while I massaged my temples.

“Are you alright, Ryeowook?” I opened my eyes to see Yesung crouched down eye level with me.

“I’m sorry, but who are you?”