10 ∞  when perhaps it’s finally time–

/How could you go out with Changmin without telling me?!/

/Yeonhee…/

/Honestly, what is this? Never mind. What happened?/

/Nothing happened./

/No, don’t lie to me. Tell me the truth!/

/We walked around. We talked. That was it./

/About what?/

/It’s not important now./

/But he – cares about you!/

/Yeah, a lot of good that’s got me. Listen, I have to go. I want to call Donghae…/

/Yoona… come on, don’t do this./

/Do what? I can’t call my boyfriend now?/

/You can, but not when you’re feeling like this. Not when–/

/…/

/You mean so much to him. I know you know that, so stop trying to think otherwise./

/… Yeonhee…/

/You mean so much to him, Yoona. /

/To who?/

/Pabo. To Changmin./

YOONA - - -

Donghae asked me to meet after my day at the office. He said that he would bring food and that I should bring a coat or anything warm. I was surprised he called (I simply ignored the confusion his words gave me when he said to bring something warm. What were we to do anyway?), but was glad nonetheless. After what happened with Changmin the day before… I gladly accepted his invitation to meet. I needed the distraction (no, that wasn’t the word) -  I needed something else to focus, something to get me back on track.

“Happy 100th day!” Donghae greeted when he saw me come out of the door. Oh my, how could I have forgotten. Thankfully he didn’t notice.

He was just outside the office, wearing that infectious smile of his and offered his hand to me. I took it, pulling my coat closer as we approached a car (“It’s mine. I rarely ever drive but we’ll be needing this for where we’re going,” he said). He opened the door for me, and I obliged.

“Where are we going?” I asked, as we passed by buildings and got on the main road out of Seoul. Curiously, I looked over to see him smiling out of the corner of his mouth – his eyes transfixed in front of him.

“You’ll see,” he said, glancing at me quickly. I decided to leave it at that and looked at what music I could play. There were a bunch of CDs strewn in front of me, and even more when I opened the compartment. Donghae laughed at this, and reached behind him. A moment later, he pulled out his iPod and gave it to me.

“Hit Shuffle on this,” he instructed grinning at me and I grinned back – marveling at how easygoing he was. I did what he said and relaxed onto my seat.

Three songs zipped by and Donghae started to sing along. I smiled to myself, humming next to him. He made things so easy for me to like him. A small frown graced my lips. So how come I can’t seem to like him enough to love him?

“Oh, this one is good.”

The song I quickly realized was something I knew very well.

It always appeared before me
Your face, I remember
My heart that stopped short
You spitefully took my dysfunctional heart
And with your bright smile
That's how you easily opened my heart

My heart beat its comfortable drum as memories flashed in front of me. I didn’t try to stop it… I let it come to me…

“Would you sing for the girl you like?”

“I don’t sing. But… maybe. If she asked me.”

“I’d like