There was a drunken smack against the glass door that jolted me awake from the uncomfortable arm chair I was hunched in. The heavy banging started again and I quickly rubbed my eyes as I got up, rushing to door. I unlatched the lock on the door to the café I owned and the lights. Jaejoong pushed the door open and stumbled in, bringing the new winter snow with him as it swirled inside embracing the warm wooden floors.

            “For goodness sake, do you know what time it is, Jae?” I scolded.

            He didn’t answer, but instead grasped the hard wood counters to steady himself. He smelled of alcohol and flowers. Not some artificial smell of flowers from perfume bottles, but actual flowers. Lilies.

            I sighed, because I knew exactly where he had been and who he had been thinking about. My eyes would’ve welled up before, but now I’m just tired. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why he was drunk or why he started drinking in the first place. It’s been two years, and his mind was still clouded and haunted by a certain girl as bright as the sun, as cheerful as ignorant children, and as beautiful as a goddess. There was nothing that could pull Jaejoong out of the visual of his dream girl.

            I swung one of his arms around my shoulders and—with the strength that has built up over the years—heaved him up the stairs above the public floor and into my own private home. I shove him into a designated room that has become his when I refused to let him go to his own apartment alone and drunk. But as he drank more and more, it was I, who became lonely.

            He fell limply onto the bed and shuffled around before getting into a comfortable position. I huffed from his weight, sweat almost breaking out.

            “Ae Ri,” he mumbled.

            And just like that, I froze cold. Colder than the incoming storm going on outside. No longer warm from his previous slouching touch. I lightly cleared my throat and left Jaejoong alone in his dark room as I make my way to my own. I slipped into the cool sheets and stared at the almost full moon through the window. Jaejoong never did stop thinking about Ae Ri, and being with him for this long has made me realized that I never did either for he will always be mentioning her in his eyes and in his incoherent speeches.

            “Oh, Ae Ri,” I whispered a small prayer to her. “How will our story end?”

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