The soft and warm rays of the protruding sun planted light specks of light onto my laid out body as the morning sun seeps through my window. My nose twitches before I, rather difficultly, open my left eye to observe my surroundings. As I processed my thoughts, I stood up to get ready for the day ahead of me. This was how it was every morning. The normal getting ready for work, the quick breakfast, and then work. This was my life. This is my life. I am content, or so I keep telling myself. A sigh escapes my lips as I see that there isn't any breakfast this morning. I will have to go shopping later. I proceed to pull on my shoes, and I go towards the front door to leave. A little hop outside, and I breathe in the fresh, cool, morning air. It showed a hint of mustiness. My favorite smell. Now, what's the word to explain my life? Oh right. Plain. It isn't interesting. There's nothing fascinating about it. But it's enough, and enough is enough for me. Soon, I reach my destination. The ring of the bell indicates my arrival, and my coworker greets me. I nod in return, and proceed to the kitchen. The apron that I wear is covered in flour and other stains, but it's still clean. I'm immediately directed to the decoration unit. I do not consider this my specialty for I would rather be stationed at the pastry section, but the owner seems to think that I excel in decoration. It's fairly easy for me, I guess. Today is a normal day, until someone yells out my name.  "Lucy!"  My head whips around. "Yes?"  "Could you take care of Jamie's shift at the front? She had to leave because of a family emergency." I dusted my fingers on my apron. "Yes. And yes I know the drill. Smile, and pretend like the world is full of pastries and gelato."  She smiled in satisfaction and turned away. I then ran to the front. The customer was getting impatient. Most of the time, our walk in customers are the regulars, but when I arrived to the front, I didn't recognize the man. His back was turned to me as he conversed on his phone. He ended the call a few moments after my arrival, and spun around. It caught me by surprise, and a look of amusement was plastered onto my face. I knew him, or so I thought. He seemed as bewildered as I was. His hair was up, and his short but tall exterior was different. His eyes were bright, but I wasn't deceived. He seemed different, yet it seemed as if the same person from 2 years ago still lay somewhere inside him. "Lucy...", I heard him almost whisper.  I shook away my thoughts, and a huge, fake grin painted itself onto my weary face.  "What would you like today, sir?"  He looked at me with bewilderment.  "Lucy.. How have you been?"  A flash of nostalgia flickered in my eyes before I shook my head. "I'm sorry, sir. You must have me mistaken for someone else. What would you like?"  He narrowed his eyes, then frowned.  "I would like a red velvet cake with ganache filling and strawberries please."  I took the notes, which weren't exactly needed since I knew the exact kind of cake he wanted. He always loved this cake. "Two layered sheet cake I presume?", I queried with my eyebrow slightly raised.  He nodded and a slight smirk tugged at his lips.  "You remembered..", I heard him mumble.  This troubled me.  "Your order will be in at 1PM this afternoon. Is that okay?"  "That's perfect."  I handed him the receipt, avoiding any contact with him, and was ready to retract my hand after he received the receipt, but he grabbed my hand. His grip was uncomfortable and tight.  "I'm sorry for all that I did. I mean it. When does your shift end? I would like to talk to you."  Anger suddenly started to boil inside of me. I kept my facade and said in a cool, calm but threatening voice,"I am not implied to answer that, and though you may want to talk to me, I don't want to see or be near you ever again after this little encounter, Jimin."   I pulled my hand away in a harsh manner, and sent him a glare. Luckily, another customer entered, and my smile was back.  "Welcome to Beauty Bakery! How can I help you today?"  Jimin left the shop, and a sigh left my lips. At the time, I thought the sigh was of relief, but I was wrong.  The rest of the day was long, demeaning, and boring. It wasn't that I hated this job. Baking is what I loved to do, and I got a job at one of the highest ranking bakeries in Seoul. My stations just weren't what I thought they were to be, but I couldn't complain. Manager already did enough to help me. I saw the delivery person leave with the red velvet cake at 1PM. I wasn't to give it another thought, but my mind kept falling back onto him. Questions poured into my brain.  Why was he here? Why is he back? How is he doing? Why do I care? How can he talk to me like that? How does he expect me to just forgive him? What was the cake for?  My train of thought was lost when the clock sounded. It was 9PM, and it was almost time to close the bakery. My shift was over. I lifted the apron over my head, and I checked out.  "Have a good night, Lucy."  "You too.", I smiled at my manager.  It's still quite cold in Korea, so I had a scarf around my neck. When I stepped outside, I blew out some air, and I watched the smoke-like air fade away before smiling to myself. Tomorrow, I'll do the same thing. Tomorrow, I'll walk to this place, work, and walk back home. It was a repeat of the same day. I felt as if something different should happen, but I didn't know what should. Something was missing. As I took quiet steps on the Seoul streets, my mind fell back onto Jimin. Park Jimin. The person I thought was always going to be the constant in my life. But he wasn't. He let me down, and he betrayed me. I thought what we had was love. I thought it was going to last forever. I was wrong. It didn't take long for me to reach my house. The squeak of the gate as I pushed it aside welcomed me. I really thought about it, and am I really happy with my life? A sigh emanates from my lips, and I keep my head down as I make my way to the front porch.  "Park Jimin, you horrible person.", I muttered to myself.  As I stepped on the first step to the porch, I heard another step at the same time. My ears perked up, and my head snapped up.  "Am I really that horrible?"  It was him, here, in front of me. "J-Jimin.."  He smiled, and I furrowed my eyebrows. After a little bit of the shock, I regained my posture.  "What are you doing here? Wait, I don't want to know. I told you I never wanted to talk to you again. Go away."  He smirked, oh how I missed that smirk.  "You may not want to talk to me or see me, but I will forever want to."  I rose an eyebrow. A sigh.  "What do you want, Park Jimin?"  "I want you. I want everything we had back. I miss you, Lucy. I really do, and it's killing me each and every day. It's ... it's killing me to not get the chance to see your face every morning, to embrace you, and to kiss you. You were mine."  A feeling of shock went through me, and I was almost effected by his words. Yet, the pain he caused me was still there.  "Stop it. What we had was in the past. You might not think much of it, but when I saw that kiss, with another girl, it woke me up. Even if you say she kissed you, why were your lips still on hers? What hurt me most was that after the kiss, you came to me for our date, and you lied to my face. You lied."  He sighed. I could tell he was getting frustrated.  "I know I messed up, but you have to hear me out! You have to. Lucy please! Please. I'm begging you."  He dropped to his knees, and he held both of my hands. I looked away.  "Stop it, Jimin. This is shameful. What are you going to tell me that I haven't already heard?"  There was sadness radiating from his body.  "That you thought wrong."  What? That's impossible. I took a few steps back.  "What do you mean?"  He stood up.  "It was a misunderstanding."  A scoffed emitted from me.  "So I'm going to guess that you're going to tell me that it wasn't a kiss, and that she was a psychopath of some sort?"  His face was now stern. "No. What I am going to tell you, Lucy, is that it was just a misunderstanding. She didn't kiss me because she wanted to. She kissed me because if she didn't, then you probably wouldn't be alive. Do you remember those guys that my idiot friend was hanging around? Well, they came looking for me because my friend owed them 5 grand, and they needed someone to catch my attention. My "friend" skipped town a few nights before, and God knows where he is now. I was one step ahead, and I knew enough that they were going to go after you. I couldn't have that. So, I got them to a location where they would see me with that woman, which was a cop, and she kissed me to really sell the facade. They mistook the woman I kissed for you, and she arrested them. I couldn't tell you because I was scared that you would break up with me because I'm involved with guys like them. I know, I'm extremely stupid, but please you have to believe me! Just go talk to the woman! I have proof. Please, Lucy. I never called, and I never contacted you because I didn't want to hurt you anymore. But, I am tired of getting hurt, and I want you back. I want you to understand." I was at a loss for words. Surging questions worked their way to me. Why didn't I think about what it could have been? Why didn't I just think about him?  "You really thought I would break up with you? Why didn't you just tell me in the beginning?"  He groaned.  "That would have put you in more danger. Please, believe me. I will do whatever it takes to make you mine again. Anything, and everything."  I don't remember answering, and I heard a sigh before he walked away. A part of me wanted him to turn back and embrace me like he used to, but the other wanted him to go as far away as possible. I felt like an idiot. I stumbled my way into my house, and I immediately flopped down onto my bed. Without knowing, a tear streamed down the side of my face. I let four more tears drop, and I quickly wiped them away. It was my fault, I misunderstood. I was wrong this whole time. I was wrong. That hit me hard. The love of my life, and I pushed him away before I could even talk to him about it. My assumptions got in the way, and I thought of the worst case scenario. I was insensible.  "I'm an idiot."  I lost him because of my childish behavior, and I feel as if I'm not going to get him back. I did wrong. Damn it, I'll just say it. "I'm sorry, Jimin."  The next morning, my eyes were stuck together for the tears I shed last night made my eyes puffy and swollen. It was a horrendous sight. Today was not a good day. I knew it already, so I called in sick to work. I was in a way, sick. It was suddenly hot, and I cursed at the bipolar weather. I threw a loose T-shirt over my body, and I made my way to the kitchen. Because of the event last night, I could not get any food. Oh that's just peachy. I shouted in frustration, and I fell onto the couch in the corner of my living room. My eyes started droop for it was only 6AM, and I then found myself in a deep sleep. I was later awoken by what sounded like footsteps. Alert sounded in my brain, and I quickly sat up. I saw a man's silhouette in the kitchen. I didn't have my glasses, so I could not distinguish the person in my home. I could tell that the man had turned around because he greeted me.  "Good Morning, Lucy."  My eyes widened.  "Jimin?"  He laughed.  "Why are you here? How are you here?"  I felt around for my glasses, and I felt him hand them to me. I shoved them onto my face, and I squinted at him. He sat down next to me. "I never returned my key to your place. I refused to let you go, so I kept some belongings."  His face was uncomfortably close to mine, and I crawled away.  "Why are you here?", I demanded.  "I told you last night, I was going to do whatever it took to claim you as mine again."  I reminisced last night, and my eyes widened once again when I remembered that he said exactly that. Happiness surged through me, and I almost yelled in joy. I must've looked amused because he placed a hand on my cheek. I sat there, frozen.  "What's wrong?", he asked worriedly.  "Nothing. You still didn't tell me why you're here."  I narrowed my eyes.  He laughed.  "I came, to make you lunch. It seems as if you skipped breakfast, like usual out of your laziness, and I'm here to feed you. Is that alright?"  I didn't answer, at a loss for comprehensible words.  He smirked. "I'll take that as a yes since you didn't say no."  He stood up, and I finally thought of something to do. I quickly wrapped my arms around his waist, and I buried my face into his upper back. Tears were now falling from my eyes.  "I did wrong. I'm so sorry, Jimin. I should've trusted you. I should've believed you. I'm so sorry.", I cried.  He turned around and embraced me too. Feelings erupted from my heart, and I held onto him like my life depended on it. I was sobbing into his shoulder, and he patted my back. "It's okay. It wasn't your fault. It's never you. It was mine. I should have explained instead of just giving up. It's okay.. it's okay.", he whispered into my ear.  He pulled away, and cupped my face. I looked at him with a puzzled look, and before I knew it, his lips crashed onto mine. It didn't take long for me to react. I missed this feeling, no, I craved this feeling. I gave him full access by tilting my head, and soon, his tongue was working it's way to my mouth. He grabbed my waist, placing me onto his lap. My legs spread on both sides of his torso, and I draped my arms around his neck. His arms were still tightly placed around my waist, and craving the contact, I pressed my body onto his. This caught him by surprise for he froze for a bit. But he quickly started to work his magic again. The kiss was getting more passionate, and both of us didn't feel like breaking apart. My teeth grazed his tongue, emitting a growl. I smiled into the kiss, and he placed a hand on the back of my neck, deepening the kiss even further. After two years apart, this wasn't even considered enough. His tongue swirled around my mouth, and I bit on his bottom lip. Running out of breath, I pulled away. He pressed his forehead onto mine.  "Miss Lucy, I love you more than I love anything else in the whole world. You mean everything to me. Without you, I have nothing. My life has no meaning without you. You fulfill me, and I don't know what I would do without you. I love you."   A smile tugged at the corners of my lips, and I gave in.  "Park Jimin, you are the missing piece of the puzzle to my life. You're the thing that I need to make my life not satisfactory, but incredible. You are what I'm missing, and I would love it if you stopped being my missing piece."  He placed another kiss onto my lips, and he pulled away while saying,"I'm never losing you again."  I enveloped him into yet another longing hug, and one last tear strolled down my cheek.  "I missed you, so much. You're mine. I refuse to let go."  He chuckled, and I dug my face into the crook of his neck.  "You were always mine. And I will always be yours. We belong to each other, with each other. Also, as much as I would love to stay pressed against your heavenly body, you need food."  I whimpered in protest, but he picked me up, quite easily, and with the fear of falling, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked to the kitchen, and placed me on the counter. He planted one  last kiss on my lips before turning around to make my lunch, or breakfast I should say. This was a perfect end to my beginning with Jimin. I smiled, watching him ponder whether he should add salt to the eggs or not.  Love may reach some circumstances, but if the love that the two people share is strong enough, they will overcome any obstacles they reach. Remember that.