“What time do you want me to pick you up?” TaecYeon knocked on my classroom door and come in.

It’s been two weeks since we finished our race and the euphoria is still there. It sure is a great feeling when your co-worker patted you on the back for a few days because you did run more than 42 kilos around the city.

“Early, if you don’t mind. Five-ish?”

“What are we going to do?” He sits on my desk.

“Hmm.. I don’t know, remind me what people do when they go out on a date.” I tidy up student drawing and put it on the drawer. One picture caught my attention. It’s EunJung’s. The picture is the typical stickman figure of a family. There’re three stickmen figure and one figure he drew with a circle on the belly part. It’s written there ‘Oemma, Appa, Eunjung, Aegi-ya.’ I know I promised myself to let go of KyuHyun, but this picture hurt me so much in a way. They are indeed a happy family. They’re expecting another baby too.

“Ya, what do you think about that?” TaecYeon pats my shoulder.

“About what? Sorry I blank out.” I inhale deeply and hide the drawing in the drawer.

“First round N tower, second round Hongdae, third round my place or yours.” He grins. He looks handsome when he does that.

I’m trying to focus myself in the conversation and forget EunJung’s drawing. “Ngg, sure.”

“Really? You want to go back to my place?” He asks in disbelieve.

“We’ll see if we’re not too old for a second round. With our age, I bet we’d be tired and sleepy after diner.” I hesitate.

He only chuckles to my reaction, “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything that yo