"Noona, wake up."

"What?!" I was also shocked by my own intensity. "Sorry."

He looked at me as if I did something weird.

"Why?" You Lee Taemin. How quickly you can recover.

"Miss him?" The fool's grinning so wide. As if he's really fine with everything.

I got out of the bed and started fixing off things. It's Sunday, no work but has to prepare for. 

He's still grinning at me like I've been fooled. Oh, I'm being fooled. And I've been fooled. But why grin?

"What do you want for breakfast?" I asked. Nothing beats food, especially in the morning.

He asked for spaghetti. Maybe he misses those days.

NO.

Chop. Chop. Chop. Yes I miss him but is that important right now? Sheewnnngg! Chuk. Chuk. Chuk. Shall I talk to him? Bak. Bak. Bak. After what he said?! Hell no. Yes, I do miss everything about him. Wait. Not everything though. Yes, everything.

Damn it. I'm still indecisive. Oh, what happens next?

Is there really a necessity for the 'next'? Why not just put everything into stop and restart a new story? Throw everything. And it's been two freaking years already!

Yeah, he did that when he said those words to me. He crashed and threw everything away. But why I still feel something tingling at the bottom of my cardio muscle pumping heated blood?

"Noona! You're burning the meat!"

"Sh*t. Urgh." I hurriedly turned off the stove and sigh. He's still the most powerful disturbance in my life. I stared at the almost burnt meat. Almost but not exactly. It was saved. 

It was saved. Saved.

In a matter of split second circumstance, it was saved.

Taemin turned it on again and handed me the packs of tomato and specially formulated spaghetti sauce. Blopp. Blopp. Blopp.

"Well?" He's fishing something. After we broke up, I left the house but never lost touch with little Taem. He's my bestfriend. Maybe he knows what I'm thinking but like always, he wanted me to tell him.

"Well?" I retorted.

"I know I can't tell you to get on and try once again. What happened between the two of you --- there's no way we should intervene. Though we're your and his friends but it's just going to stay between the two of you. But if there's a chance for you to ---"

My legs went numb and I find myself sitting at the kitchen floor. After two years, I can still see and feel everything as if it's just happening at the very moment. It still hurts, but what haunts me constantly is why I didn't openned up for another chance.

What if I didn't shout at him? What if I didn't left the house?

What if I didn't put all the blame on him and focused on my selfish wounds?

"Hey..." He sat down beside me and held my hand. "Though we can't really do anything about it, we know that you two still do love each other that much..."

Do we?

"Don't do the same mistake I made, noona."

Mistake. Just one mistake can flip off everything and put them down into pieces.

One mistake. But what about...

"No more second thoughts again!" He's smiling but I know that he should be crying. We both like having second thoughts on our personal lives; something we share like twins. So, what's next?

"Well?"