EunJi's POV:

It was the ending of the highly recommended and popular comedy of the year. I heard a lot of people talking about how hilarious the movie was, how it literally made them wet themselves, how their throats got sore from all of the loud shouting and roars of laughter, and such. If it was that humorous then how come L.Joe and I didn't even grin throughout the film? Oh yeah, because L.Joe's so down that it simply ruins my mood as well.

"Do you want to watch The Crying Doll or April's Last Chance?" he asked lifting up the DVD cases.

"You choose. I chose last time anyway." I answered, avoiding looking at his eyes -not that he'd really mind. It's too hard to face him right now. It doesn't even feel like I'm watching movies with my boyfriend. It feels more like watching some films with a complete stranger who's holding a knife to my back. Something about him isn't the same. Where's the idol I'd cheer on the other side of the camera? The guy who took interest in me when we first met backstage? The one who's always so upbeat when I'm with him? That skinship loving devil?

After inserting the disc, he sat back on the couch. This time he made himself comfortable on the other end of the sofa. It was obvious he was trying his best to keep his distance away from me. It only made me feel lonelier.

"L.Joe, why are you trying to-"

"I think we should break up." he unexpectedly said.

His voice was emotionless. He masked his true feelings with a poker face. L.Joe didn't even bother facing me when he suggested that heart-breaking idea.

"W-What?"

"I don't think continuing this relationship is worth it."  He turned to the opposite direction so he wouldn't have to see my pitiful expression. If only I could describe what kind of face he was making. What I wouldn't give to at least have a glimpse of his face.

"Why? Did I do something wrong?" I continued starring at the back of his head. I'm sure he could feel my stare burning a hole. My eyes started stinging from the salty water droplets building up. My nose slightly started to sting like every single time I'm about to cry. It isn't going to be long until my bottom lip start trembling like an earthquake. Soon my voice will begin to croak. "L.Joe, please tell me. I want to know what I did for you to stop loving me. L.Joe!"

He sat there completely silent, still avoiding eye-contact. Finally L.Joe took a breath. It seems like he was finally going to say something. As I waited for his reason, the blonde stood up. He slowly walked away, moving to his room. He technically already left me, but at least he's still by my side. Well, was by my side. Seeing him physically leave created a sudden waterfall coming from my eyes.

"Yah," a gentle voice suddenly called. I wiped away the tears with the back of my hand, palm, and even forearm before my face was dry. "It's best if you just