Sorry for the really late update~~

 It’s been a couple of weeks since the encounter at the restaurant. You have been missing school and just staying home looking for new job however your parents rejected the idea of you having another job. They didn’t want to burden you they could handle from now on. Your parent’s business has doubled and now you knew your families finance was heading the right way.

But you wanted something to take your mind of L.joe. Even if you went to school he would be there so you did much to avoid going to school. You would make up excuse such as you are sick or having a headache or even stupid excuse such as ‘they are teaching the same thing at school’, or ‘I heard that I  will have a bad day today’, ‘There will be no one to take care of the plants.’

Today was the day you were forced to go to school no matter what. So you woke up extra early intending to go so early that you wouldn’t have to see him in the morning, hopefully the whole day. Fingers crossed. With a Sigh you brushed your hair making sure all your knots were gone.

Tying your hair in a tight ponytail you sighed. You were so used to seeing L.joe first thing in the morning that it hurt you; it felt as if you had a part of yourself ripped out so suddenly that the fresh wound just pricked you to death.

Lightly patting your thumping your chest an overwhelming feeling crept on you. Tears were threatening to fall as you tired holding back your feelings. It wasn’t right; he wasn’t right. That’s right! You shouldn’t be feeling anything for him!

You stood up patting your cheeks “fighting!”

Knowing your parents and siblings were right down asleep you crept out missing your breakfast. You had no thought about eating you were already full due to the pain that was gradually eating you up bit by bit, day by day.

“Hey,” Your heart beat fastened as you stared at Zico. He smiled softly drinking his tea early in the morning. He had a job now, Zico has changed so much through those past few weeks. He looks more, more mature the way he dresses, talks and his behaviour around people.

Zico’s a detective now.

You were happy for him; truly happy. But mad at yourself for not moving on with life like him.

“Hey Zico oppa,” pressing your lips in a thin line you tried not to look at him. “How’s your job going?”

“Fine,” sipping some more of his tea he stepped closer “come I will drop you to