“We’ll be waiting!” Sung Jong waved at KyungMe as she walked out of the door.

“Yah! Pabo yah?” Seong Gyu smacked maknae on the back of the head.

“Wae, hyung?!” Sung Jong pouted and massaged his head.

“We have a schedule later! How are we going to wait for KyungMe?”

“Oh, right, hyung. I’m sorry,” Sung Jong apologized with a guilty smile. How could he forget that?

“It’s alright, hyung. I’m free, I can wait,” I smiled at them.

“You sure, Hoya?” Seong Gyu asked.

“Neh, Hyung. Just go,”

“Arraso, I’m off then. Sung Jong, let’s go.” Seong Gyu commanded, as he headed out the door.

“See you guys later!” I waved to the 6 of them, saying goodbye.

I glanced around the empty waiting room, in a total mess. I sighed, how could a lady be so messy? But Kyung Me was always like this. I chuckled to myself at the thought.

I found myself the only seat in the room – Kyung Me’s chair. As I sat down, I hit something hard. I stood up, and noticed the black leather book that lay on the chair. Whose is this? I flipped open the black book, trying to find the name of its owner.

“He gazed in her eyes…” I mumbled the contents of the book. Gosh! What did I just read? What’s this? I flipped more pages, starting to recognize the hand writing. It’s Kyung Me’s. It’s hers.

It was a story, love story that was written in it by Kyung Me. By reading just one or two lines I was impressed with her talent in writing. She never mentioned it to us before, ever. And never once I had seen her with this book. Was this supposed to be a secret?

The story line seemed a little familiar too. Where did I read it?

“Kamsahaminda!” Kyung Me’s voice was heard. Oh no! I stuffed the black book into my bag without thinking and quickly settled down on the sofa, acting cool.

“Oppa!” Kyung Me came in smiling.

“Oh, hey, you’re back.” I smiled at her.

“Where’s the rest?” She looked around the empty room.

“They had to go to schedule,”

“That’s a pity. So, did you watch my performance? How was it?”

“Oh!” I panicked, I didn’t even watch! Lie, Hoya! “It’s awesome!”

“Really?” She beamed at me.

“For real, Jjang!” I gave her thumbs up.

She grinned at me, adorably.