“How’s your concert going, oppa?”

“It’s awesome! What a great night, Ji Hyo-yah!” Jong Kook inserted his card key to his room with his right hand and held his phone with another hand. He opened the door and walked in.

“You must be so tired, oppa.”

“I am,” He laid on his bed, “I miss your kiss, Ji Hyo-yah.”

“Yah! Mr. Kim Forty!” Ji Hyo pretended to be angry and they laughed. A bell interrupted their moment.

“Wait a minute, I think it’s my manager.”

Jong Kook walked to the door. He opened it and his jaw dropped.

“Hello, oppa.”