It was late at night, and someone knocked on the front door of the flat that didn’t belong to me but three of my brothers. Who could it be? Sunggyu hyung was out drinking, Howon and Dongwoo at our company working with another production, and I just happened to be around because of the X-Box.

My question was answered the moment I peeked through the peephole. I swung open the door swiftly.

With a blinding smile, she was looking for her "Junhee". 

“He’s not around,” I replied. Her expressions froze. 

“Then, Woohyun oppa,” she hesitated, then quickly picked up the edge of her lips again, “mind telling me a place to finish them off?” and lifted her left arm to my eye-level, along with the cling-clangs coming from the content inside the white plastic bag. 

It was 1:47a.m. The streets we walked past were mostly dim and empty. Camouflage was almost needless.

The rooftop of our compound was what I suggested, a place where only the seven of us know could let us hide away from all the sasaeng cameras and crazy stalkers all over the city. But she only raised her eyebrows and agreed. As if she's been there, many, many times. 

Her guard was on the entire time we walked together. The kind of guard I know the best, 

"Why do you look like you've expected this suggestion?" As I saw myself in her forever smiling eyes. 

‘Smile to yourself as you stare at your reflection; 

Smile big, Smile so brightly, 

Smile until you can convince yourself: you look happy enough to fool others. ' 

If you would ask me to give the best description of Jung Eunji? 

I have always thought, she might be my long-lost twin in this corrupted pool of fame. 

We are so pathetically similar. 

I opened the door to the rooftop, “Ladies first.” 

She laughed with a nod, naturally walked pass the door, 

And strode to the left corner without any hesitation. 

“Oppa, how much do you drink?” She said casually and sat down on the tiles, handing me a bottle of soju from the bag, 

“Around two?” I chuckled, “You sure you want to drink that much with a guy?” 

She scoffed, and without even lifting her head, 

“Oppa you probably didn’t notice during our dinner gatherings, but I can probably drink just more than you.” 

"Ah," Dinner gatherings at Hyungdon hyung's house, she must be referring to those. Or maybe the ones held by our CEOs. 

I stared at my reflection and took the bottle from her. 

As our bottles clinked, so did my heartstrings. 

Smiling, she said at the last sip of her first bottle, 

“Wow, this is rare,” she looked up to the sky, “but nice weather tonight, isn’t it?"

She stopped. "It's just never nice to drink alone, you know?

So, I have to thank