Maroon 5 - Shoot Love

Mumford & Sons - White Blank Page

The 1975- (Accoustic)

Taylor Swift - Wildest Dreams 

I'm perched on the couch playing Sims. Jiyong comes out of the elevator and I catch the familiar smell of his cologne as he walks towards me. A small smile plays on his lips. 

"Chaerin, what are you doing here?"

"I'm a little bored. I just wanted to come here. Are you working?"

"I'm finishing up the album. Do you want to come?" I knew he meant the studio. 

"Sure."

"Come on." He takes my hand and leads me to the studio. 

We work on the finishing touches and while we're finishing up, his stomach growls.  

"Where do you want to go? I'm starving." He asks.

"How about that small Kimchi restaurant in the outskirts of the city?"

"Samgyal? I remember that." He smiles. He remembers. We used to go there when we were trainees. It sat on this small hill outside of Seoul.

We talk in the car and fight over the aux cord. I slap his hand away and put some Beyonce. Superpower starts playing. 

When the palm of my two hands, hold each other
That feels different
From when your hands are in mine

Her sultry voice and lyrics fill the air and I almost regret playing the song. The silence between us is deafening and I turn around to look at him. It's like a magnet pulling me towards him. His lips curl up into a smirk as he realizes I'm looking at him. I roll my eyes and snap out of the trance and stare at the dark clouds outside. I always thought skies were more beautiful when they were dark and heavy. Thunderstorms are fleeting but they're so beautiful. The colors spark and the dark night is illuminated for a small second while everything seems to be still. Jiyong pulls up to the small restaurant and  we sit down on a booth. Looking up at his sparkling brown eyes remind me of our trainee days. We would be exhausted and would practically eat the whole restaurant after training for hours. Now, we have the luxury to come whenever we want, even if we're not tired. I start to look around and realize there's a polaroid of us next to the booth. It was taken in 2008. We are smiling up at the camera, heads touching. I detach the polaroid from the wall and show it to Jiyong. 

His eyes widen and he says, "Oh my God, where was this?"

"I just found it while you were texting. It was next to the booth."

He leans his head back and starts laughing. "I looked horrible."

"I looked worse."

"You looked cute."

I roll my eyes and take the polaroid from his hand. I place it back on the wall and encounter familiar surroundings. Familiar waitresses, familiar booths, familiar menus, familiar smells. I smile at the memories. Jiyong nudges my arm. 

"What are you thinking about?"

"Remember when we came here? We stayed here for hours, talking about nonsense."

"Hey! Those were important topics." He places his hand over his heart in mock surprise.

"We talked about food for Gaho." I laugh at him.

"Imporant!" He waves his index finger in front of my face. 

"Riiiiight," I tease.

"Do you want to go to the hill?"

"It's going to rain."

"So?" 

"We might get electrecuted." 

He rolls his eyes and laughs, "You're ridiculous, Chae."

"We haven't even ordered."

"We'll order later. Let's go before it starts raining."

"You're such a dare-devil." He teases with a smirk.

He grabs my hand and takes me outside of the restaurant. The hill is just weird. It's almost like a small, little mountain. It overlooks the sunset and you can see the faint skyscrapers of the city. It's dark outside so the distant lights are twinkling. We make our way to the top of the hill and trip over branches and twigs but we finally make it. We sit next to each other facing the city. The li