I can’t say that I’m a crazy fan or whatnot, having such feelings about Joon and even his crazy bandmates. But when I saw them that day, I knew that they would go a great way up to the top. I knew that I was their number one fan. Because I was the one who had witnessed it all. Because I was there to cheer them on when they were in need of support the most. Because I was the one they had sang a celebratory song to.

Because they said so. I was their lucky fan.

But what was this I was experiencing? My heart was shattered.

All I could do was force a smile on my face and act on. Follow their lead because as usual, I was no one. I was just that one girl. That one girl who blended in with a crowd. That one girl who had her face covered from the disheveled hair she had. That one girl with the long skirt, always following the school rules. Who was I, to dare speak out among these rising stars? That’s right. I am no one.

And so I continued to follow Joon with a stiff grin plastered on my face. My attention back to his tour. A tour I had already gone through.

“…All here… And this is where I practice on weekends, breaks, and afterschool.” Joon made a wide gesture over the back area of the café where the records of old songs lay and instruments stood. He turned back to me with a wide smile. “My friends should be here soon and they would be great at helping us with the instrumental when we practice. What’s wrong?”

By this time, I had noticed that my face fell from its happy appearance to that of a dark one. I straightened up and continued with the act. I could hear my heart cracking bit by bit. “Oh, nothing. I was just a bit worried about my Korean. It might be a bit off since I haven’t used it much back in the US.”

He nodded. “Well you could always improve on that right?” He sighed and put his hands on his hips. “I’m so lucky to have such a talented partner, right?”

“I could say the same.” It seemed like the only truthful statement I would be able to utter.

“Thanks.” He turned to the analog clock on the right wall. It was 5:14 from what was displayed on the clock. They must have wasted a lot of time before. He looked down at his watch. “And they should be coming.”

I looked over at him, my eyebrows raised. “ Who?”

“3, 2, and 1.” A soft tinkle of the bells at the front of the café rang as five boys ran in, their arms swung over each other’s shoulders. The café brightened up with their smiles and laughter, just like on the day I had went in.

“Hey!” Joon walked over and they exchanged fist pumps. “You guys always come on time. How come you can’t come earlier?”

I followed shyly after, with my head to the ground.

“’Cuz we have a life and you don’t.” The red haired boy stuck his tongue out and ran away before Joon could take revenge.

“Yah! Yah! Hyunseung! Come here! I need to give you some love.” Joon was already prepared to chase the boy when two hands held him back.

“Don’t. It won’t get you anywhere. There’s no use in chasing him around like that.” A tall guy said. If I could remember correctly, his name was Doojoon.

Joon let out a low laugh. “Oh he’ll get it all right.” With these words, he turned to me.

“Let me introduce you to my friends. Here,” he gestured to the male with his arms around Joon’s shoulders,” is Doojoon. Over there, the guy with the hazel colored hair, is Kikwang. The punk next to him with the rebellious look is Junhyung. The boy who is quietly staring at you is Dongwoo. Yes, he is full Korean. And that … boy over there.” Joon nodded over to Hyunseung who was jumping up and down in the back, provoking Joon to chase after him,” is Hyunseung. The troublemaker. And our frog.” The boys laughed and gave each other pats before walking towards the back of the café.

I was also greeted with pats on the back as I passed them. And I introduced myself over and over again. No one seemed to have any sign of remembrance in their eyes.  

“Want something to drink? It’s on us.” Joon turned around once again and smiled. He gestured to the table closest to their makeshift stage, “Why don’t you sit.”

I followed his commands and sat. I sat in the same seat as I did on that day. “Cappucino with extra milk, please,” I recited the exact same order I had asked for on that day and gave him a faint smile. “Thanks.”

“No problem. We’re friends, right? This is the least I could do.” He turned around and went to tell the ahjumma of his order as I sat there with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company, and even they didn’t help with the situation.

He bought it. He didn’t remember at all. Nothing of that special day. It was that day that he had held my hand. He had held me in a tight embrace. It was that day that he had stolen my first kiss in a matter of seconds. He had a shy face as he pulled away.

It was that day that he sobbed in the crook of my neck as he reminisced his years of singing with the boys.

It was that day that he divulged his deepest thoughts with me. That day that he had told me that I was someone he trusted and could lean on, even if we had just met for a day.

It was that day that I realized I had fallen hard for someone I had just met. And it was that day that I realized how naïve I was.

A/N: I am really sorry about neglecting this story. I'm honestly starting to think of just not finishing it. The story doesn't have much appeal to me anymore. But I will continue if some readers want some more, although I kind of doubt that. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter anyway. Hope you also had a nice day :)