May 15, 2019

It has been nearly five years since I had last seen Soojung.

I guess that’s just what growing up does to you.

After graduation, Soojung went to America for school, and I stayed in Seoul. We had always kept in contact, no matter how busy we were—updating each other on our own lives was a must in our friendship.

From what she told me, she was doing great.

Sitting on Soojung’s bed, I set the black box on my lap.

Jongin.

I stared at the name while thinking hard.

He was one of Luhan’s best friends.

I went over to Soojung’s bookshelf next to her desk and pulled out her copy of our school yearbook of the year we graduated. Flipping the book open, I happened onto the page where Soojung was.

Jung Soojung. She was the beauty and the brains of our school. Even her school photo was pretty, unlike mine which was horrendous. I scanned through the faces and names along the rows after her while reminiscing and remembering our old schoolmates. I remembered which ones we didn’t like and the other ones whom we admired.

Then I stumbled upon his name.

Kim Jongin.

Counting the number of students in the row and locating his picture, I suddenly remembered him more.

Kim Jongin was the male version of the beauty and brains of our school. He was smart, talented, handsome and kind. Although he had so many good features, he was a