"Good Morning, Love” The woman greeted hoarsely, and Joohyun furrowed her brows. Pulling away slightly and looking at Seungwan incredulously. The woman, however, only pulled her back. “Sleep some more, Love. You were sick last night, won’t want you to catch a cold now, do we?”   Joohyun was beyond confused now. Wanting to say something, anything and she looks around. In Seungwan’s arms, she found herself in a room that’s not hers, and in the arms of

And after 1, 2, 3 rings, Seungwan answers with a husky, “Hello,” and Joohyun releases a relief sigh and the back of her eyes burns, because it’s Seungwan and Joohyun’s whip like that and she just wants to cry. “Hey…” She croaked, and she heard Seungwan shuffle and clear , “Something wrong, Unnie?” She asked her worriedly, and Joohyun wants to say ‘Yes’ and be like any garbage main lead and say ‘no’ instead, but she’s not cheesy like that so

Wendy Shon, a starry-eyed girl who talks a lot, explains too much, but can’t quite seem to tell what’s on her mind. On the other hand, Joohyun Bae was the girl with cold-eyes, an aura of someone who doesn’t care much about anything else, but as she sips from her cup of chamomile tea, eyes on anything but the starry eyed girl talking her mind. And suddenly, their difference wasn’t so different anymore.