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A huge smile was still on my face as I placed the bouquet of red, red roses back on the table where I found them. I already read the card and knew whom they came from.

I picture Yunho in my mind, the sender of the flowers. He was kinda cute, actually.

And he seemed to be smitten with me.

I sighed.

The thing was, I did not return his feelings. I feel like there's something wrong with me.

I liked guys, I was sure of that. But somehow, a deep commitment to one of them was something I did not relish. I enjoyed being chased, I loved being wooed, wined and dined but that was just about it.

My ringtone suddenly went off, snapping me out of my thoughts. I fished my phone in my pocket and took glance at the screen.

It was Yunho's name flashing on the screen.

Why am I not surprised?

I answered the call.

"Hi there, pretty lady?" Yunho greeted.

"Are you sure your talking to the right person?" I felt like puking when I heard the cutesy tone of my voice.

The person on the other line chuckled.

"Thanks for the flowers." I said.

"So you got them already?"

"I did. They're lovely."

"So ..." His voice trailed off.

"Yeah?"

"How about dinner tonight?"

"I can't. I have deadline to meet."

"How about tomorrow then?" he was persistent. Somehow, I had expected that too.

"Know what? I'm really swamped. How about if I give you a call when my sched clears up a bit?"

"Okay." I notice disappointment in his voice.

Somehow, I felt guilty.
 
"I mean it." I assured him.

"Sure." he answered.

We chat for about a minute or so until we decided to end the conversation.

Am I that bad?

I couldn't help asking myself.

I mentally counted the guys that I met the past month.

There was Mir, Junhyung, Yoochun, Junsu, Joongki, Jaeshin, Yongha and a lot more that I can't even remember.

I've never been serious with anyone of them.

Was I really the playgirl my friends said I was?

I heaved a sigh and stand up.

I should just get ready for work.

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It was another gimmick night. Me and my friends usually hang out on a bar called "Frentzen"  located at downtown Seoul.

The dance floor was packed. I don't even know who I was dancing with. I just let my body move to the music.

Soon enough, someone whispered something on my ear.

"Hey, nice moves. Wanna dance with me?"

I smiled as I turn to face the owner of the voice. It was a common pick-up line I was hearing and the dance floor was a common place to get picked-up.

My smiled widened as I get a good look on his face.

He was gorgeous. And somehow, he looked oddly familiar.

"Jaejoong!" I exclaimed when I figure out why he looks familiar.

"Yeah, it's me." he smiled.

"Small world, huh?"I said.

Jaejoong was my ex co-worker. He used to flirt with me before and I returned the favor. But even before it turns into something more, he resigned. And the reason was unknown up to now.

I looked at him.

He still hadn't lost his boyish appeal.

And maybe we can have fun tonight.

That was the thoughts running through my head when I felt like the dancefloor was getting awfully crowded.

I feel the people around crushing me, making it difficult for me to breathe.

The voices around me, the music, the clinking of glasses, everything started sounding as if they were coming from underwater.

The movements of the people, even my own, seemed to become jerky.

Its like watching a movie with a malfunctioning tape reel. I was getting dizzier by the minute. I can't even see where Jaejoong was.

Then suddenly, I felt like my soul was separating from my body.

I wanted to panic.

Sometime ago, I read a book about out-of-body experiences.

And I think, it was what was happening to me right now.

I felt like I was floating in the air. I looked down and saw myself at the dancefloor.

What the hell?

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