“One more. One more.”   “This way please.”   “Miss Sandara! MISS!”   “Sandara!”     Blinding lights flash upon me. It was all a blur.   “Neh. Gomawo sajangnim.” I heard him sigh and click his tongue as the line went dead. Calling him oppa was never going to happen. He used to remind me every time.   ‘Hyunsuk oppa’. I cringed and I know I’m not the only one. Yah! Stop gagging.   “Noona, just take it to your omma. You already filled this room out.” Soonho said. He was half whining because I pointed a spot where my new award would fit. It’s on a top shelf, next to a candid photo of me from the filming of the said movie.   “Aigoo. Just hand it over. I’ll go get a chair and I’ll do it myself.” I said as I adjust my hair in a sigh.   “I’ll do it. Go change or do something else.” Soonho said defeated.   “Soonho-ya. It’s okay. I can do it.” I said feeling guilty he’s doing it against his own will.   “It’s okay noona.” He smiled.   “It’s not even your job. You’re not even my manager. You’re my guest.” I said pouting.   “I’m doing this for my friend. I promised him I’ll look after you. And I am doing this as you're friend too.” He told me with a bigger smile. “Besides I am your manager. Sort of.” He winked and he went to get the stepping ladder from the kitchen. I didn’t told him his wink was so awkward.   “I’ll just let Namhong do it tomorrow.” I said 1 last try.   “Why wait for tomorrow when you can do it now?”   “You’re going proverbial on me?” he just laughed and placed the award where I told him it would fit.   “He took this photo.” He said pointing at the picture I was talking about.   I was waiting for my cue and was listening as the director explained how the scenes will move from there. My hair was flying everywhere as the wind blew it away along with the falling flowers from the Yellow Flame trees around me. I was wearing a simple yellow patterned, maxi dress that the wind is also taking with him as he passes by. [Author's Note: Click on the links for reference on what I was picturing. ONLY IF YOU WANT TO. For the trees, let's pretend it's available in Korea(if it's not) and that it's on a field instead of the road with a few puffs of clouds scattered in the clear, blue sky.]   I didn’t know he was there then. I looked at the picture lovingly as I remember that day.   We were done filming for the day. And I was looking forward to dinner. Because we get to spend time together. He surprised me as I came home to him and find him in the kitchen with an apron on, while Taehee reads what sounded like the recipe from a laptop.   “Why are you here already?” Jiyong asked in panic and looked at Taehee.   “I told you to call.” Taehee looked at Namhong. My manager pointed at their phones and I knew they saw his missed calls as their eyes grew wide in realization.   “Hyung, I tried stalling and...” Hong pointed this time at the stove. And Jiyong muttered a curse. It started to smoke.   “Noona, maybe you should ignore us for now. Maybe soak in the tub? Hyung got you bath bombs.” Taehee said in panic. I giggled and went with it. I told them I’ll be in our room and bid Namhong goodnight after we discussed my next schedule.   Taehee knocked and shouted on the other side of the door that he’s leaving after an hour since I locked myself in the room. I waited for Jiyong to get me.   “Hey.” He said leaning on the door frame. I was already in my pajamas and was reviewing my lines.   “Hey.” I smiled at him and he sauntered in.   “Dinner’s ready.” A kiss on the forehead. “Sorry you have to see that.” He shook his head sheepishly.   “I’m hungry.” I smiled at him and kissed him on the lips.   We chatted as we ate. We cuddled after. I fell asleep in his arms as he hum me the tune he and I loves. I always ask him why not make it into a song and he keeps on telling me ‘maybe someday’.   Tears fell. I miss him.   “Noona. You should sleep. You haven’t catch much sleep since we returned from Belgium for the Film Fest Gent.” Soonho scolded me. And I gave him a resigned sigh. They managed to get me 2 days off before my next public appearance as the local media wants to catch an interview after winning from an international film fest. A presscon along with another presscon.   Sigh.   I’m tired. I sighed as I walk to the backroom after the presscon. I was wearing the same dress I wore in the movie, coz it was an iconic piece in the movie.   “Good job Dara-ya.” Hyunsuk sajangnim said as the presscon ended. “I cancelled your other interviews for today. Go take the car, he’ll drive you there,. I know you miss him and want to be there now. He’d be boasting of pride for you if he was here.” He shook his head and I gave him a hug and he hugged me back. “I’m proud of you too.” He said.   “Kamsahamnida oppa.” I whispered awkwardly, he heard it & he went still. I immediately left be