EunJi's POV:

Hyangsuppurijima ireoda yeochinhante deulkindan mallya it replayed multiple times until I finally answered. "Hello?" I wearily asked the person calling me. I was sleeping like a baby until I was suddenly awakened by the loud lyrics of "No More Perfume On You". Geez, I never thought listening to Teen Top would ever irritate me.

"EunJi-ah? I need to meet up with you -like, right now." Minwoo  informed. There was a slight tone of urgency in his voice. My mind trailed off to every last possible scenario. Is he being held captive?! Is he surrounded by gangsters?! WHAT IS GOING ON?! 

"What for? Did anything happen to you? Are you okay? Where are you? No Minwoo answer me already!"

"I can't tell you over the phone. Hurry and meet me at the soccer field near the dormitory. Please, hurry." he last pleaded before the other line was cut off. OH MY GOODNESS! HE'S SURROUNDED BY GANGSTERS!

I threw my Teen Top blanket off of me (I'm going to have to hide that if L.Joe ever comes over...), grabbed my baseball bat and sprinted out of the house. That was when I just realized it's the nearly the end of November, there's snow, and it's freezing. "I'm coming Minwoo...right after I go back inside and get a jacket and preferably shoes!"

"Did you run all the way here?" he asked rushing to my side when I reached my final destination. I looked around the field. There's no gangsters anywhere, just snow, more snow, and Minwoo. I don't see any big emergency. "Why are you holding a baseball bat?"

"I thought you were being gang-banged or gangsters were holding you captive."

"Why would there be gangsters in a soccer field...in the morning...during winter to "gang-bang" a guy?"

"How should I know what goes through their minds? Maybe they think you're too hot to not be ?" I stupidly guessed. I didn't know what else to say, so that stupid idea popped into my mind.

"You think I'm hot?" he asked with a wide grin. Minwoo took a step forward, lessening the space between us. It felt a bit unusual for him to be standing in front of me so close. My heart started beating faster than usual. All I hear are the continuous thumps. Standing this close, can he also hear it pounding?

"I'm not going to say you're unattractive." I bit the bottom of my lip, wondering what he was going to say next. Can this be any more humiliating? I'm stuck outside in my reindeer patterned pyjamas, holding a bat in one hand, with bed-head hair, and my face is as red as a tomato, I'm sure there are some other details I'm forgetting too.

"You technically admitted you find me hot." he happily pointed out. 

"S-shut up! It's better than being called ugly." I looked down at the white snow, trying my best to hide my face. He remained in the same position, and continued staring at me. I don't like it when people look at me carefully. It feels like they're judging my face, pointing out every little flaw. "Do you have to watch me?!"

"Yes." Minwoo quickly answered. There was that usual careless, happy smile on his face, "Why can't I look at you?"

"Why do you need to stare at me?"

"Because you're too cute." his fingers brushed the hair covering my face. His hand moved from my forehead down to my chin. "Why do you keep hiding your beautiful face from me?" he asked tilting my head up.

'Because I'm not pretty enough.' I thought. Compared to all these other celebrities he worked with or met I'm not really that pretty. I'm nothing like SISTAR, IU, SNSD, APink or Lee Se Young.

I finally snapped out of my thoughts to find Minwoo's lips only a few inches away from mine. His lips were thick, full and looked really soft...JUST LIKE MARSHMALLOWS! Now I want food... I'm about to kiss No Minwoo from Boyfriend, and I'm thinking about food. I'm positive any Best friend would slap me right now.

When we broke apart I saw someone, and that someone was not the guy I just kissed. No, he wasn't Minwoo, but L.Joe. "I love you EunJi-ah. I love you and only you." he proclaimed pulling me into a tight embrace.

"I love you too..."I half heartedly replied.

"I thought you love me." a familiar voice said. I turned around the see a single tear drop down his cheek. His grip tightened to whatever was in his hand.

"Minwoo-ah..."

"Be happy EunJi-ah. Be happy please." he begged with a smile, tears still falling. "I'll always love you." the object he was clutching onto fell to the ground. The chime rang in my head. It was...

A ring.

My eyes shot open, revealing a tiny bit of sunlight seeping through my curtains. It was a dream. I knew it was too good to be true. Well, actually it isn't too good to be true because the ending was pretty depressing. I hurt Minwoo real badly. The last thought just reminded me of what occurred last night, how Minwoo got worked up over what happened and then L.Joe fought back. My hand unconsciously reached for my phone and punched in the memorized number.

"Please pick up. I need to talk to you." I whispered to myself as if it'd increase my chances of him picking up. I want to speak with him. I need to make sure he's okay, he's fine with everything, and I need to know that he understands I didn't mean to hurt him.

"Hello?"

"MINWOO!"

"Oh, morning EunJi...what's up?" he asked in a monotone voice. I felt a small stab in my chest. He never uses that expression with me. He only speaks with no emotion towards people he's mad at or dislike.

"I'm sorry! Please don't be mad at me." I chewed on my bottom lip waiting for his response. I couldn't stand the silence, even if it wasn't a complete minute since I last spoke. "Minwoo-ah! Answer me!"

"It's okay. I'm not mad at you. I'm just a bit disappointed y