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After you send the message to Jinyoung, you went to your room’s balcony.

It was peacefully quiet. You were thinking of him, of course.

You closed your eyes and inhaled the fresh air.

It was pretty cold but it feels nice to your skin.

After a couple of minutes, someone knocks on your door.

The maid came in.

“~~~~~~~-shi, there’s a guy looking for you downstairs” The old maid bowed.

“If it’s just Ljoe, let him in.” You said, still gazing out.

“It’s not any of the TeenTop, agashi” She said.

You looked back at her with a frown.

The next moment, you were already downstairs, wondering who would like to visit you this time in the evening.

You went to the entertainment room, where the maids led him.

You heard the young maids giggling and squealing near the door.

You raised an eyebrow at them. They immediately stand straight when they saw you.

“Is he inside?” You asked them.

“Nae.” They bowed.

“Okay, you may go.” You crossed your arms.

They glanced at each other before running away.

You rolled your eyes. “Flirts.”

You went inside.

There’s a tall guy with a brownish hair standing there, gazing out the window with his hands inside his pockets.

You curiously peered at him. *Do I know this guy?*

Then your eyes widened. “Omo! isn’t that..” You muttered.

Just then, he looked back at you.

You were frozen on your spot. It was the guy you’ve been waiting for like forever.

And he’s inside your house now!

Jinyoung smirked at you. “Miss me that much?”

You were speechless. You just stood there, dumbfounded.

You searched his face. There’s already black holes under his eyes, he had gotten thinner than before and he looks so tired.

Nevertheless, he’s still gorgeous in his own ways.

You gulped. “J-jinyoung oppa” You whispered.

He smiled. “I came here to see you.”

You stammered. “B-but, y-you’re-“

“Aren’t I allowed to visit my friends now?” He cutted you off.

You looked away. “I’m just a fan.”

His face fell. “Look,~~~~~~~~~~~. I know you’re upset ‘cause I’m not replying-“

“I’m not upset. Everything’s clear to me now. You’re the idol, I’m your fan. And oh, I see, I’m supposed to be jumping and squealing right now, right? Wait-“

He carefully grabbed your arm. “~~~~~~~~~, please.” He looked into your eyes.

“I’m sorry. I know it’s my fault. I avoided your presence but trust me, I don’t want to do it either. I’ve always wanted to talk to you but I’m stopping myself because..” He stopped.

“Because?” You urged him.

“because of some matters. Private matters.