*MINJIS POV*
  My phone rang and I picked it up as I checked myself in the mirror once more.
  "Yeobseyo?"
  "Hey Minji, I was about to head out but I was wondering if you need a ride", Hoya's voice rang on the other line.
  "Where you going?"
  "Dinner with you and Jaehwa! Pabo. You're the one that invited me!"
   "I thought you weren't coming!"
  "When did I ever say that?"
   "We'll you didn't answer my text when I asked".
  "Yah, Pabo, of course I'd come. I'm busy but I still need to say bye to him"
  "Okay, okay", I laughed. "It's fine, I don't need a ride. Jaehwas picking me up. See you there, though", I said and with that, we hung up. After that, I heard a honk from downstairs. I glanced over to my window, still covered by the curtains. It's been six weeks since I've looked outside it and I refused to break that streak now. I refused to let myself relive the pain.
  I ran down the stairs, picking up my purse, and made my way outside.
  Jaehwa was leaning against his car, awaiting my arrival.
  "Get in".
  When we arrived, Hoya had already got our table ready.
  Hoya and Jaehwa greeted eachother with that handshake only boys did with other boys and me and Hoya shared a small hug. It had been almost a month since I saw Hoya last and I must admit; I've missed him. A lot.
  "How's the idol life treating you nowadays?", Jaehwa asked Hoya with a laugh.
   "A bit tiring but still fun". I looked at the two boys, who, abosolutely despised eachother not too long ago. Who would have guessed theyd become friends?
    "Call me whenever you're free. I know a great gym we could go to in gangnam", Jaehwa said.
    "Gym? Why a gym?", Hoya asked with a raised brow.
    "Well, we need to prove who's better at taekwando, dont we?"
    "Aish, this guy", Hoya laughed. "Im pretty competitive. You dont know who you're messing with!"
    "Im pretty competitive too", Jaehwa said boldly.
    "Alright, ill give you a call. But we need to bet on something. It makes it more fun", Hoya suggested.
    "Bet?", Jaehwa acted as if the thought had never occured to him. "Okay. We can bet on Minji", He winked at me.
   "Yah", I wacked the back of his head. "I am not a prize im a person".
   "Well who says a person cant be a prize?", Hoya shrugged his shoulders.
   "Aish you two, really. Do you want to die?", I threatened. It wasnt really believable though, since I ended up laughing before finishing my sentence.
   And thats how the night went.
   We ordered our food, talked more, ate dessert, talked more, and just like that, the night had ended.
   As we stood outside of the restaurant doors, the cold night air stinging our skin, we exchanged looks. Jaehwa's eyes were glossy as if he were about to burst into tears. And considering the whole situation, maybe he was. I felt myself almost cry aloud and I wondered if Hoya saw it in my eyes because he spoke up before I could let out a single tear.
   "Aish, what kind of fate is this? Having to leave right after everything was getting good", Hoya pouted.
   "Mian. Maybe I should just get expelled and transfer schools", He joked.
   "Yah, do you know how upset Sunbaenim would be if you did that!", I scolded. My voice shaked a bit despite the effort i was putting in to keep steady.
   "I was kidding! Do you know how scary my umma is?"
   I laughed in response and he smiled back at me. The street lights were buzzing and shined brightly in the dark. The sky was clear but the roads were icy and covered with snow. I looked him straight in the eyes as if perhaps, hed be able to understand what I felt.
   "Oh, Minji", Jaehwa said as he reached into his coat pocket. "Congratulations on making it", he handed me a small box. I opened it on the spot, revealing a golden heart necklace. It was simple but perfect and It became harder to hold back my tears.
   "Oh, Jaehwa, this is perfect. Thank you", I said with a smile. I hugged him and he tensed up a bit. I guess I caught him by surprise. He hugged me back and I felt a few tears escape the side of my eyes. "Im going to miss you. Even though you used to bully me", I laughed.
   "Im going to miss you too, Kim Minji", he whispered. There was something about the sound of his voice that made me feel a bit sadder. I pulled away and wiped away my tears.
   "Be good and stay healthy. And always keep reading!", I said. He nodded and humbly smirked in a way that said he was fine though his eyes said otherwise.
   "Take care, Jaehwa", Hoya patted his shoulder. He checked his watch and looked back up at Hoya.
   "I didnt realize how late it was", jaehwa said. He sounded as if he was longing for more time. "I never got to formally apologize for the things ive done before. So, sorry", he said. "Watch over Minji well, arasso?".
  "Yeah", Hoya nodded. "I will".
  "Alright", Jaehwa nodded. "Goodbye", he bitterly smiled. He looked at me one final time before turning away.
   He had a chip in his shoulder as he walked away that reminded me of the Jaehwa I had first met. The one who took every oppurtunity to make me angry. The one who broke rules. But also the one who was lost and scared.
   As he got into the car, he started up the radio and changed it to a station that played a soft ballad, assuring me he was the Jaehwa I had gotten to know. The one who enjoyed reading and eating fruits in the library. The one who drank milk tea with me at lunch and laughed about tv shows. The one who had found who he was. and the one I was thankful for these past few weeks.
   That is how i'll remember him. Thats who'll he'll always be to me.
   So Thank you for being there for me when I needed a friend the most. Thank you for listening and being there to make me smile. Thank you not only for being a friend, but also for being my pillar. Ill miss you. take care, Jaehwa.
   Hoya came to a stop infront of my home.
   "Thanks for the ride, Oppa"
   "Its not a big deal. Bringing you home is part of the job", he said. He was, afterall, my lifesaver. I pulled the handle and stepped onto the cement when he stopped me.
   "Minji", he said.
   "Mm?"
   "Are you okay?"
   "Of course, Oppa", I softly smiled. "Why wouldnt i be?"
   "You and L...", he trailed off. I sighed.
   "I promise, im fine".
   "No. I dont think you are", he said. It was probably the second most forceful thing he's ever said but never had I seen him look so hurt.
   "I guess Im not a very good liar", I slouched.
    "Minji-"
    "Of course it hurts", I answered, cutting him off. "But ill be fine. Ill get over it".
   "You shouldnt have to get over it. He shouldnt be ignoring you", he sternly said.
   "Lets not put the blame on him, okay", I tried to smile. Though i had said it to Hoya, I knew it was something more for me to believe than him. 
   "Do you still like him?". 
   To that, I couldnt respond. I didnt respond. And though i said nothing, he sighed, already knowing my answer. He looked at me in a way that reminded me of a puppy; a little bit helpless. "Goodnight, Minji", he said. I stepped out of the car and closed the door uttering a soft,
  "Goodnight". He stared at me as if there was more he wanted to say but couldnt quite get the words right. And though I wanted to know what it was, a part of me didnt want to know at all. So I turned around and headed into my home.
*NARRATORS POV*
   The words were stuck at the bottom of his throat like a fishbone. In his head he had prepared for this. He prepared for the intense atmosphere and reluctant answers. But no matter how hard he prepared himself for this moment, none of it could prepare him for the look in Minji's eyes.
   I can protect you.
   I can make you smile.
   I wont leave.
   Everything he'd been preparing himself to say to her. Everything she'd never hear because of that look in her eyes. The one that made his knees buckle and his stomach turn. The one that made him angry and sad at the same time. It always made him question what he should do for Minji; comfort her or fight for her? Was he thinking as the man who wanted to protect her or the man who was hopelessly inlove with her? Perhaps, both. But that, is something Hoya would never be sure of as he drove home.

  It was monday. A rather quiet one. Minji sat in the library, alone. It was then she realized just how badly she missed Jaehwa. It was then she realized how alone she was.
   The bell rang, signaling the student to start heading to class. Minji packed her bag and walked out of the library, fumbling with the books in her hand. When she looked up, she caught the slightest glimpse of Myungsoo who, for a second, stopped in his tracks.
  It was brief. Really brief. But when they made eye contact it was the most sentimental moment shared between the two since Minji could remember. Kids were rushing past them and the hallway was filled with the noise of squeaking shoes and noisy students but all of that was barely a sound to them. They were engulfed in the moment that barely lasted a second. The silence between them seemed to stretch. Minji almost thought they were somewhat friends again. Almost. But as he turned to walk away to his class, the thought was snatched away. Leaving with the boy who turned his back on her. Becoming more vague as the distance between them grew.
   
   

    The season of spring was over Korea. The sun was out and the birds were chirping. It was Minji's second favorite season next to winter. The change of season seemed to be the dawn of the change in Minji's life.
   She was studying in her room, reviewing the feedback she had gotten from her acting coach. A drop of sweat slid its way down the side of her face and she was almost tempted to open her window. The sound of kids playing made it a bit more harder to refuse. She almost got up from my seat. She almost threw open the curtains. But before She could do so, She left.
*MINJIS POV*
   I ran down the stairs, opened my door, and just walked.
   Studying would have to wait for later.
   I swung open the door, the familiar sound of the bell's chime echoing through the cafe.
   "Minji! Long time no see!", Sihyun greeted. He looked different. His hair was shorter and a white-blond. His arms were much more defined than before and I couldnt help wonder what Gym he went to.
   I walked over to hug him.
   "I know. You look like youre doing well", she patted his arm.
   "Yeah", he chuckled. "Eunkyung's off today, by the way".
   "Oh. That's okay. I just wanted to see how the place was doing", I said.
   "Did you not miss me?", he gasped.
   "Of course I missed you! Now go make me a caramel maccioto", I ordered.
   "Fine", he sighed with a hint of a laugh as he made his way to the back.
   When he handed me my drink, i didnt know what to do next. Me and him were close in a way but it was always Eunkyung that spoke to me. So I nodded goodbye and made my way out, going back the way I came.
   
   I didnt even walk five feet when I bumped into a familiar boy, Jogging. He was wearing a muscle tee with basketball shorts. He had earphones in. He was drenched in sweat but it made him glisten in the sunlight, oddly looking like a superhero. It was a funny thought, I felt. He took his right earphone out and smiled at me.
   "You look nice today", he laughed. He was breathing hard, trying hard to bring his heart rate down. 
   "I wish I could say the same about you", I scrunched my nose, as if I could actually smell the stench of his sweat. Thankfully, he was a man of fragrance and smelt deeply of men's deodorant. 
   "That's not fair! Were in two different situations", he defended.
   "Well, if its any consolation, you do look cool, Mr.Lee Howon". 
   I began walking and he fell into step beside me. A breeze blew by and it felt nice against my skin.
   "I am always cool", Hoya wagged his finger. "Always".
   I shook my head with a laugh. I looked up to meet his eyes and it almost felt like things were the way it was before. When it was me and him and Myungsoo and infinite and our friendship. When a smile never seemed too far away, even on the worse days. When the good outweighed the bad. When the world finally-almost- seemed fair. It finally felt like maybe, just maybe, things would be alright even without Myungsoo. That maybe, living without him was not impossible. But when Hoya stopped in step with me, standing in front of the neighborhood across mine, not quite able to explain where he was headed to, I felt the slightest break in my heart and knew that Myungsoo would always be apart of me I could never erase. 
   "You seem busy, so I'll head out first", I pointed towards my own neighborhood, saving Hoya the trouble to explain. His mouth hung open as if contemplating what to say next, what to do next. His foot took a step towards me, as if too me home before turning his back on me only to face Myungsoo. But I turned away before he could even attempt to, telling myself it was the strong breeze that was stinging my eyes and not the longing of a friend. 

  *MYUNGSOOS POV*
   I heard a knock on my door and took my time making my way to my guest in. 
   I opened it without a glance at the fellow, waving him inside. We were working on the choreography for our upcoming comeback and decided to meet at my house. The snacks were free and there was a lot of space in the living room so we figured it was convenient enough. 
  Hoya took his shoes off and walked in. It wasn't until the door behind him closed did I look up.  
   He was already drenched in sweat. His earphones were plugged in but I could tell by the way he drummed his fingers along to the music from my stereo that he was not listening to anything. I eyed him for a bit before calling him into the living room. 
   When we entered, I plopped onto the couch, letting him know the other members would show up in a bit. 
   "Okay. It's been a while since we've hung out, just us two, huh?", he said as he took a seat. He let out a big huff as he settled himself in.
   "I guess it has been".
   "Can I ask you something?". He raised an eyebrow, looking down at his hands. I knew what he was going to ask and it was a question I wanted to avoid at all costs but in attempt to make the atmosphere around us a bit less awkward, I decided it was something we could no longer put on hold. So I nodded my head, responding with a,
   "Sure, what is it?"
   He waited for a while before continuing, probably a bit taken aback at the lack of defiance. 
   "Why aren't you and Minji friends anymore?"
   The question did hurt more than I expected it too. Never did I think Id hear someone say that my best friend was no longer that. 
  "I don't know"
   "Oh c'mon Myungsoo, I could tell thats bull from a country away".
   I simply shrugged, not knowing what to say next. 
  "Maybe this will be simpler for you. Why are you ignoring her?"
   I rolled my eyes before laying myself across the couch and turning over. The smell of pine and spilled juice stained it, bringing me a little bit closer to home and a little more farther from the conversation. 
  "Yah, I'm talking to you", Hoya scolded. I only dug my face deeper into the couch, hoping he'd take the hint and give up. "Yah. L. Kim Myungsoo", he called again. I sighed in annoyance, still not turning around. I didn't hear his footsteps as he walked toward me. I didn't hear him say a word. All I felt was a tug on the back of my collar as I fell ontop of the soft carpeted floor. My chest hit the floor with a loud thud. I opened my eyes as he pulled me up to my feet, grabbing a handful of my shirt. 
   "What the is your problem?", I pushed his chest. He stumbled back a bit, his eyes filled with both surprise and rage. 
    "What's my problem?", he scoffed. "I'm sure you'd get a bit angry too if I were to do this to Minji".
   "What are you getting so worked up about? I'm out of the picture, isn't that what you wanted?"
   "What happened to not wanting to hurt her again?"
   "God, this is so pointless", I groaned to avoid answering his question. To avoid admitting that hurting Minji again was something that'd haunt me for the rest of my life.
   "Do you even try to understand how she feels? Do you even try to-"
   "Who the hell cares about Minji!", I shouted back. "She's not anything special". We both know I didn't really mean it. We both know just how much Minji really meant to me. But the anger, at least thats what I assume, got the best of his senses.
   "You are so full of crap, you know that? Minji deserves so much more than a bastard like you"
   I guess the anger got the best of me too because the next thing I knew, I was tackling him to the ground. 
   I had the upper hand, as I hovered over him. I could've punched him if I wanted to. A few times actually. But I knew the only reason I was angry with him was because he was right. because truthfully, Minji did deserve more. She deserved so much more than a guy who left her not only once, but twice. And that was something I never wanted to admit. 
   So I refrained from hitting him this once. To give him some kind of repayment for being the guy I couldn't be. But quickly and skillfully, the tables were turned as he put me ontop of my back, proving he was, in fact, a true dan 3. His fist hovered above my face and I could see not only the anger, but also the hurt contorted on his face. And I just knew the emotions laid across his own was Minji's. And I couldn't help but wonder if I had hurt her more than I thought I had. 
   It all happened slowly. I watched as his fist approached my face, accepting that I Had lost this battle. I was waiting for it; the impact. The pain. But the door bell rang and he stopped dead in his tracks.
   It was only then that I realized how hard we were breathing. My chest felt bruised and I couldn't tell whether it was from falling or the thought of Minji that had caused the pain. But I blocked it out as i got up, dusting my shirt and fixing my hair as I muttered,
   "Fix the couch", walking towards the door. 

    The sun was already long gone as the members left. I took a deep breath, letting the warm night air cool me off. The moon seemed brighter tonight, as if calling me out for a walk, providing me some light from the dark. So I grabbed my jacket before locking the door behind me, following wherever the night would lead. 

   Oddly, i didn't walk to far from home. Actually, I sat only in the neighborhood across under a flickering street light, infront of a familiar family home. 
   The air was filled with the sound of busy bugs. I looked up at the flickering light, wondering why no one hadnt changed it in the last couple months as I kicked it just as I had on that last winter day. 
   It stopped flickering, shedding a bit more light to my surroundings. I looked up at her window, her curtains closed and lights off. I couldn't help but frown a bit. 
   Minji had always been a curious being. She always liked watching the change in seasons. Always liked watched the kids outside or the cars passing by. She enjoyed seeing what little life her cozy neighborhood had. And that was why I don't remember a single day she kept her window closed. And I couldn't help but wonder what made her decide to shut that part of her life out. 
   
   
 
   

*NARRATORS POV* 
  Its been almost a year since Minji had spoken to Myungsoo. Besides the silent bows she gave him at the company, there was no other interaction. There was none that was necessary between the two anymore. They  had grown accustom to the relationship that had been established between them just a mere year ago. They  passed eachother in the hallways of school, without a single glance. As if there was no history between the two. In other's eyes, the two were merely strangers. But only they knew the kind of relationship they once shared.
  Now in their senior year, adulthood was nearly in their grasp, success sitting at the end of the pathway just awaiting for their arrival. Graduation had always been a dream of theirs, marching behind one another towards the stage and throwing their caps into the air. And of course, technically, they were doing it together. They were, afterall, of the same graduating class. They'd be in the same group, looking down at the same crowd of relatives. But they were no longer going to be there, holding eachother's hand and hugging each other, congratulating eachother on finally making it; no longer anything like they dreamed for it to be. And that thought, they both felt, didn't feel quite as right.
   
   The warm air had already turned cold, proving it was once again winter. It was once a season Minji enjoyed but this year didn't quite seem the same. 
   She was in and out of the company building taking lessons and studying for college entrance exams. Besides being there, she was at school or at home. Her life was a looped schedule now and he couldn't tell wether it was something she enjoyed or something she dreaded. Nevertheless, it kept her busy. And busy was what she needed. 
  
 As Minji packed her notebooks and assignments her acting teacher had assigned, she smiled to herself, a bit proud for making it this far. She was this much closer to debuting than she was last year. 
   She threw her duffel over her shoulder, running down the stairs, when her phone rang. She answered it as she pulled open her front door, the cold winter air greeting her. 
  "Yeobseyo?"
  "Yah, you didn't text me back about which chapter you're on!", a whiney voice escaped the other line.
  "Ah, Mian. I've been busy", Minji apologized with a laugh as she pulled open the car door. 
  "Of course you have. And when are you making your debut! I always keep my tv on, waiting to see your face". Minji could hear the pout In Jaehwa's voice and couldn't help but chuckle. 
   "I promise to let you know when I actually film something that's going to air". 
   "Good. I can't wait to tease you about how ugly you look on tv"
   "Aish, this punk", Minji scowled at her phone. 
   "What are you up?"
   "Actually, I'm on my way to the company. My dad's dropping me off"
   "Ah, still working harder than ever", Jaehwa paused before continuing. "I kind of miss you, Minji", he said. 
   "I miss you too, Jaehwa", Minji softly smiled. Jaehwa sighed, knowing she'd never quite miss him the way he missed her. He felt his heart break at the sound of her voice just then, knowing it was one he'd never be able to truly get over. A voice that was like a mixtape on repeat. He could only wish to make her heart race the way she made his. 
  "There's not a single girl that likes reading with me here. Or eating fruits in the library", Minji could tell he was scrunching his nose in annoyance. "No one wants to go to get bubble tea everyday or talk about funny tv shows. It's no fun. There's no one like you",he said, dropping a slight hint about just how truly special she was to him. 
   "I'm sure there's someone there. Maybe someone you overlooked". Minji began picking at the edge of the car seat, growing impatient while waiting for her father. 
   "Oh, I'm sure there isn't", Jaehwa laughed to cover up his disappointment.
   "Well, I've got to go. It was nice talking to you Jaehwa. This years not as fun without you", she laughed. "The next time you come to Seoul, I'll treat you to a snack okay?", Minji said with a hopeful tone. And Jaehwa couldn't help but look forward to their next meeting.
   "You better keep that promise", He said. 
   "I will"
   "Okay"
   "Alright"
   "Talk to me whenever you can"
   "Alright"
   "Bye", Jaehwa said. 
   "Bye", Minji said as she hung up. 
   Jaehwa gave his phone a quick squeeze before setting it down. He looked up at the winter sky, wondering how cold Minji was at that moment. He took a deep breath, kicked the air, and bitterly smiled before he got up from his seat, walking away from the bubble tea shop he used to visit with Minji every lunch. 
  "Ah Minji, always busy. I was going to buy you something nice", he scowled to himself as he hopped into his car. 

   It was almost nine as Minji made her way to the front door. Her father sat patiently in his car, awaiting her arrival. 
   She hopped into the car, too exhausted to speak, and laid back. Her father, understanding her state, drove without question until they got home. 
   

  Minji hopped into the shower, turning the water just hot enough to help relieve her strained muscles. 
  Minji never understood why her body always hurt so much after acting class. There were no muscle straining exercises they did besides the occasional fighting-scene lessons. 
  She closed her eyes, massaging her neck. She let herself think about her schedule the next day, trying to find a time to squeeze in a coffee break. Perhaps visit Eunkyung and Sihyun again. It was then she realized how close Christmas was approaching. Tomorrow, it'd be only three days until Christmas Day. Her lungs seemed to tighten at that moment, refusing to give her the luxury to breath normally. It felt sort of bitter. Horrid. And she couldn't help but think about how slowly this year went by. Just how empty it felt without a best friend to experience all the life changes with. She opened her eyes, realizing how steaming the bathroom was and suddenly it felt more stuffy than relieving.
   She turned off the shower, hopped out, and wrapped a towel around her body. The mirror was foggy and she wondered just how long she was in the shower for. 
   She stepped out into her room, the cold air sending shivers through her body and causing small bumps to form on her skin. She quickly switched on the lights, making it easier to see her room. She rushed over to her dresser, throwing on sweats and a Christmas sweater. 
   She could hear the slightest sound of Christmas carol's playing loudly from her neighbor's home. Oddly, she remembered how much she enjoyed singing them with Myungsoo when they were younger. 
   She shut her eyes again, shaking her head as her heart seemed to stop. She tied her wet hair into a messy bun, running down the stairs, and opening the door. 
   The air was cold enough to give her frostbite but she settled for slippers, in hopes that it'd be cold enough to numb her heart. Tonight seemed more unbearable than most and it was a sort of pain she didn't want to feel at all. 
   She headed towards the bike path, not quite sure exactly where she was leading herself, but didn't stop. 

   She knew every flaw in the bike path by heart and could've walked down it in her sleep. Her toes stung in the cold snow as she walked through the grass. She could vividly imagine the fresh cut grass during the summer and sort of missed the warmth right now. 
   Without quite realizing it, she stopped in front a historical location. Well, at least historical to her. 
   It still looked the same. Though covered in snow, she knew exactly where there was graffiti and what they all read. The same missing bolt in the jungle gym. The same slightly bent bar on the right side of the bridge. The same old playground. Where she played, laughed, and even cried. She couldn't up but feel hurt by how far away all those memories felt.
   She sighed, the dark setting a bit more relaxing than scary to her. It was quiet beside the sound of frogs and crickets. Despite the chance of getting sick from the cold, she decided to stay. Decided to feel the physical pain from the cold instead of the emotional one from the thoughts that were consuming her that night.
   She looked up at the sky, staring at  what little stars she could see. Right then, a quick flash of light flew across the sky and she didn't even have to question what it was; a shooting star. 
   Now, Minji was never one to believe in wishing on one of those things. She never forgot the disappointment that followed after. Or the endless hope she once had that perhaps, just maybe, the myth was true. The constant faith she had until one day, she finally gave up on believing stupid kid tales. She vowed she'd never wish on such a foolish thing. 
   But, she couldn't help but think that this once wouldn't hurt. At least not hurt more than what she ha already experienced. So she closed her eyes and clasped her hands together extra tight as if, perhaps, it'd only insure her wish more. It was worth a try. 
   I know I'm not much of a wisher anymore
   She thought. 
  I know this is childish and a bit pointless. But this time, I wouldn't mind being disappointed just once more. 
  She clenched her hands together tighter, her lungs burning. 
  I'm sure it's obvious what I'm asking of you. God knows just how much I miss him. 
  She knew her ears and nose were red from the cold but she didn't care.
  So, with all the power you possible have, Even for just a brief moment, can't you bring him back to me? Just to tell me why. Just to tell me what I did wrong. Just for some kind of closure. That's all I'm asking for. Please. Please. 
   She unclasped her hands and opened her eyes, taking in a deep breath, finally allowing her lungs to expand. 
  Her left knee began to ache, something that happened often now when it was cold, and she knew it was time to go back home. So she got up to leave but didn't forget to look up at the sky adding an extra please in her plea. 

   As she exited the park, she rubbed her hands together for extra warmth, cursing at herself for being so mindless for not wearing something warmer. Just before she could walk onto the snow covered grass, she noticed a man standing beneath the street light. 
   She wasn't the type to believe in stereo types but Minji couldnt help but feel a bit uneasy. 
   She took a seat on the bench by the parks entrance, pretending she had not seen him, and searched her pockets for her phone. Oddly, her first thought was to call Hoya to pick her up. But when she felt her empty pockets and remembered she left her phone in her duffel, she knew that was not an option. She cursed herself yet again for being so foolish to leave her home at this time without her phone. 
   She stood from her seat and walked past the man, fully clothed in black, and picked up her pace. She could hear his shuffling footsteps behind her and couldn't help but wince. As she walked through the snow covered grass, Her feet felt numb from the cold making it harder for her to walk. 
   When her feet made contact with the cemented bike path, she began to calculate how long it'd take her to walk the usual ten minute walk home if she sped up. The bike path was almost pitch black and it only made her heart panic more. 
   She heard footsteps approach her faster and she tried to speed up but her legs just wouldn't obey her commands. 
  She felt a tug on her arm and yelped. 
   This is it. 
   She thought. She was shaking now, thinking about the life she was about to leave. She tried to tug away but he pulled her in closer. 
  She was expecting a rag to be put to . She was expecting to be picked up and thrown into a van. She was expecting to be tied up, drugged, even. But she was not expecting to be pulled into a hug. She was not expecting to feel the the familiar warmth or feel a reassuring squeeze on her arm. She was not expecting the smell of roses or the easily identified cold voice that said, 
   "I have the police on speed dial and if not, I'll take care of you myself. I suggest you leave"
   She didn't expect to hear a grunt as the man walked away or hear a sigh of relief as he whispered 
  I thought I was really going to have to fight him. 
  She wasn't expecting any of it and could hardly believe it as she looked up at his face just to be sure none of this was an illusion. 
  She could recognize his strikingly handsome features even in the dark but she was still unsure it was him until she said, 
  "Myungsoo?"
   And not even when he replied with a deep sigh.
  "Who else, idiot?"
 

A/N: I'm sorry for taking so long to update! I've been working on a new fanfic. It's an ocxsehun and Myungsoo is in that one too lol. If anyone's interested in reading it, just check my profile for stories I've written. Anyways, I'd like to thank all my subscribers and those who have continued to read this. It makes me happy that even a few people were interested in my writing. The next chapter should be the last so thank you for sticking it out with me. This was a fun journey and I'm glad I made the decision to start writing. I hope to improve my skills so I can create better stories for you guys. It's been a long few months, huh? Well, until next time, goodbye!