“Chanyeol-ssi I love you” I wrote on a message to the guy I was in love with. The excitement tickled in my stomach, when I finished it. Tomorrow was the last day of summer break. I sat on my bed reading the newest k-pop magazines and eating my favourite summer snack.

“Hey ___-ah! I have to ask you something~” A voice shouted, making a lots of weird noises. It was my oppa; Donghae. He had barely finished today’s schedule. I ignored him and continued reading, as I waited for Chanyeol to reply. It was still morning. I felt a little tired but didn’t want to sleep unless he replied me. I could hear footsteps as the door opened. I hid my phone underneath the blanket, and pretend like nothing happened. Just by looking at his hands I knew who it was. I threw a pillow at the door, hoping that it would close. Unfortunately I hit Donghae instead. I slowly chuckled and apologized;

“Mianhae~”. He laughed smiling, and came closer. To make him forget, I smiled as well, but sadly as his dongsaeng he wouldn’t let me go that easy. My room was a total mess. He found a pillow and threw it at me as revenge. I laughed and wanted to start a pillow fight, but he comfortably rejected me, as he wasn’t here to play. I pouted and sat down again.

“What is it?” I said sulking at him.

“Aniyo~ don’t be like that to your oppa…” he said and made an X with his hands, while sitting next to me. As a protection, I used aegyo and made him smile again.

“Your oppas won’t like you, if you’re like that.” He continued, patted my shoulder and stood up. I shrugged looking at him with a sad aegyo face.

“That wasn’t really what I wanted to talk to you about.” He was suddenly standing further away, next to the door.

“What?” I asked curiously, as I just wanted this conversation to end. He shrugged and showed me an article on his phone

“We’re performing in China this week,” he came closer and smiled sweetly;

“-so I won’t be able to take care of you”. My smile disappeared.

“Arasso…” I answered, kind of disappointed.

“Mianhae~” He said, walked out and closed the door afterwards. Chanyeol still hadn’t replied. I pretended like oppa hadn’t told me anything and continued reading. My feet were all sweaty, as I laid down on the big, but chilly bed. The half of my face was covered by a red pillow - which seemed angry and disappointed - just like me. I shaked my head and weakly hit the pillow

“Babo~” I said. I had too many weird thoughts that didn’t make sense, which I only understood. I shrugged as my hand hurt. I was such a weak person, not emotionally, but physically. My hand couldn’t even bear a feather. Without noticing I laid on my barely new K-pop magazines, which took weeks for me to afford. It seemed like I was in a bad mood today. Chanyeol didn’t reply my message. I wouldn’t be able to be with oppa for a week, and now this?

“A teenager’s life is so hard~” I sobbed looking at the sunny sky. Suddenly my phone called; It was Donghae oppa. I wanted to run directly towards it, but was too lazy so instead, I took a long step towards it.

“Yeoboseyo~” I said grinning. Weird noises came from the phone as we talked. “Ne, yeoboseyo,” Donghae oppa answered and co