I have finally fallen for someone. For the first time in my entire life I have actually fallen for someone, and hard. I can’t say I am in love. It’s only been a week, but I have certainly fallen for someone, and he won’t even talk to me. Well, I suppose he doesn’t have too-it’s not even my job to speak when spoken too, it’s to listen. I’m not even here for decoration. That’s not my job. 

            It’s been a few days since Seunghyun walked out after practice. I’ve only seen him a few times in passing since. He stays in his room when he is home and when he’s out he is out. He doesn’t call me to vent, ever-and he’s the only one who even seems to need it.

            Why does this happen to me? I have been perfectly content being alone for my entire twenty-three years of life minus those few moments where I felt like a loser for not having a boyfriend in high school. Now I come to Korea and suddenly I am dying to speak to someone, to hug someone, to feel loved by someone and it hasn’t even been a full month? What is my problem? I wish I could say he started it, but what did he even do but be nice to me? Buying me all those clothes? That’s no big deal to someone like him. Helping me when I was unconscious? That’s something anyone would do, right?

            But he did kiss me.

            What am I? Four? He kissed my forehead. I really am a loser aren’t I? Who gets worked up over something like that? He was drunk anyway.

            I’ve been sitting on the edge of my bed for an hour thinking about this. I had gotten dressed earlier to bring the group some snacks, but then decided against it. Seunghyun doesn’t want to see me anyway and has made t