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He almost threw his phone away when its ring didn’t stop for how long he couldn't count, it's just too long, very long, he wished time didn't exist. Pulling his body up, he hissed loudly as if it could reduce the pain on his back. Concerts, tours, fan-meetings, deadline songs, Jiyong was too tired with life.

“HYUNG!” he screamed right after the call was connected. It’s his manager, obviously for his uncountable tries. “CALL ME AGAIN NEXT WEEK!”

And the call disconnected right then.

He sighed, lifting his chin up, eyes closed facing the ceiling. He breathed deep. Then screamed again.

Jiyong was genuinely considering throwing dead his phone, but then its screen coincidently lighted up and showed him the picture of her, of his dear. She’s laughing, so loosened, so pretty.

Stunned, his breath slowly returned to its normal rhythm. His eyes locked on the figure, he took the picture from her fansite’s twitter, silly but he had reason and habit. She was waving and he could tell how happy she was on the stage. The tip of his lips slowly lifted, forming a small smile. And soon, his teeth were shown between his opened lips. He raised his hand, the left one, and placed in on his right shoulder, massaging its tense muscle while he continued watching his dearest love’s picture on his screen.

Just then, he heard the sound of opened door. When he turned his head to the direction, he immediately found her, startled and dropping her bag on t