"Thank you Ahjusshi" says Jaejoong meekly, barely audible as he dazedly gets off the bus. His feet feel heavy stepping out of the door.

But he must.

He needs to see it.

Though it will not make any difference, he still needs to see it.

He tugs his black scarf back in place covering almost half his face to the bridge of his nose. No one paid attention to him on the bus, which was a great relief. Truth be told, there were only three passengers on the bus. A couple that is much too engrossed with themselves and an Ahjumma who snores throughout the whole trip.

The road to his destination seems deserted which is not surprising at all. No one in their right mind would go out at this temperature where winter breeze is still unbearable, the coldness piercing through the bones.

Jaejoong only had one thought in mind when he woke up that morning. That very thought gave him the strength to push himself out from the warm confines of his blanket. Head woozy from the cold medication he took and limbs heavy as if they were nailed to the bed. It has been two days since he caught a flu. Sickness never seems to part away long from him, always finding its way back to his body but never does he wonders why.

He walks to the stairs leading up to the lobby of Namsan Tower, each step with hesitance. He stops in his track when a gush of chilly wind swiftly hits him, bringing along doubts and insecurities to his mind. He tilts his head up to look at the beautiful building.

What if it's not there?

What happens then?

Do I really want to know?

What if....