Shoko’s POV

I sighed as I spun my pen. I stared at the blank piece of paper. Stupid boss, giving me work when it’s a Saturday. Not that I have any plans, but it’s a SATURDAY, hello?! I need to have a break too, right?

I gritted my teeth and stared at the painfully blank paper. Think, brain, think.

“Shoko-ssi.”

“Neh.”

“You need to write a song.”

“B-but, it’s Saturday.”

“Yes, I know, but what can I do?”

I could almost visualize him smirking at the other side of the line. I sighed, deflated. Indeed, what can I do? This is the sad life of a song-writer. People pressurizing you and forcing you to write out songs at their every whim. And as someone who earns money from that, I can only comply.

“Neh, I understand.”

I stared at the paper and bit my lip hard.

“Write about something sad. Heartbreak. Yes, like a break-up? Did you go through a break-up before, Shoko-ssi?”

GAH. What does that idiot know?  Hmph.  I felt my anger rise as I remembered my boss’s sacarstic remark. If he wasn’t the one giving me my pay I would have punched him so hard that….Shoko, calm down. Calm down. I sighed once more as I furrowed my brows.  I scribbled something down but immediately crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it on the floor.

“This isn’t working,” I groaned, frustrated as I ran my fingers through my hair.

“Ring ring ring” My phone was ringing.

Kikwang? I perked up in excitement, only to slump back into my seat, realizing, No, we broke up….we…broke…up

I felt tears welling up in my eyes as I hurriedly wiped them away. I stared at the caller ID.  Pfft. It’s my boss. No way am I picking that up. I rejected the call and took out the batteries.

I stared at the paper, memories of him swirling in my mind.

 “S-shoko ah, c-can you g-go out with me?”  Kikwang was there, stammering and blushing wildly, a box of heart shaped chocolates in his hands. I smiled shyly, feeling my face flush red. I nodded only to see Kikwang’s face brighten up with joy. “Ahhh! Thank you!!! Ahhh!!! I’m so happy, I really really really-oops!!!” Kikwang who was jumping around in joy had tripped over his own feet and fallen to the ground. “Hehe, oops.” I remembered my heart skipping a beat when he gave me his sheepish smile.

“Shoko-ah, I’m going to debut soon!!!”

“Really? Hwaiting! I’ll support you! You better don’t forget me after you become famous!”

“Of course. I’ll never forsake you, my little Shoki!”

I found myself restraining my tears. Liar, I sniffled as I felt a single tear drop roll down my cheek.

It was a dark gloomy day. Kikwang had dropped by my apartment. I opened the door excitedly but Kikwang looked…different. His eyes were puffy and his nose was red. His cheeks looked moist. What happened? Did something bad happen? Concerned, I tried to lead him into my apartment but he wouldn’t budge. “Oppa?” I asked, worried, “Oppa, are you sick?” I reached out to touch his forehead but he pushed my hand away. His eyes were unreadable. Misery? Regret? Reluctance? Determination? I looked at him, surprised. “O-oppa…”

“Shoko, I …”

“NONONONO!!!” I found myself screaming, forcing myself out of my nightmare.

“NO.” I repeated in a stern, commanding voice, as if the reality would change at my one word.

“No,” It was a small, almost inaudible whisper. A desperate plea for Kikwang to return to me.

Tears running down my cheeks, I picked up my pen and started to write…