Moonbyul's POV:

I decided to pass the club that Wheein owned with her friend.

I told Seulgi about her yesterday because I have to give her a reason why I was home late.

I don't think I've ever seen her as excited as when I told her what happened last night. She was too enthusiastic about it.

She encouraged me to have a rain check on that coffee date that Wheein offered.

I agreed, because it's either that or she'd give me another lecture about how I should get back to dating, and take a step to move on, and I really had heard enough of her speech that would end up with her giving me potential 'prospects' that might spark my interest.

As if anyone that isn't Yongsun is interesting enough.

"Moonbyul?" Wheein greeted, she obviously didn't expect me to visit any time soon since I supposedly don't drink.

"Moonbyul?" I asked, not expecting to hear someone call me that...at least not for a long time.

"Yeah. Isn't that your name?" She asked, suddenly unsure. "I'm pretty sure that's what was written on your cap yesterday."

Yongsun's first gift to me.

I gave her a questioning look. "So if Addidas was written on my cap, you'd call me Addidas?"

She rolled her eyes, "Your name is Moon Byulyi, right? That's what you said when we first met...so I figured Moonbyul is your nickname."

"Yeah. But please don't call me Moonbyul." I said before I could stop myself.

Solar's the only one who calls me that.

Although when it's coming from her it doesn't sound so bad, the memories that come with it are too strong to hear it regularly.

"Oh...so only your friends are allowed to call you that. Got it." She concludes.

I shake my head. "No. Just...no one calls me that anymore."

She furrowed her brows and tilted her head, she seemed like she wanted to know why but she doesn't question it, "What am I supposed to call you then?"

"I don't know; anything you want." I shrugged. It didn't really matter. It's not like I'd be seeing her often. Even Byulyi is better than Moonbyul.

"Okay, 'anything-I-want', what brought you here?" she said winking at me, her dimples peeking on her right cheek.

I laughed at how cute her attempt at flirting was. "You are such a dork." I rolled my eyes, smiling at her.

"Said the girl who doesn't want to be called by her own name." she commented.

I just shrugged. She doesn't question it.

"But really though, what brought you here?" she asked, her eyes full of questions as if a woman going to a bar is strange.

"I want a beer." I replied, "You know; because that's what people usually want when they go to a bar."

"No you don't." she contests, smiling confidently.

"What?" I asked, taken aback at her confidence.

"You're lying." She simply said.

I barely know her but she acts as if she can see right through me. I'm still trying to decide if I like that or not.

"What, you can tell that by looking at my eyes too?" I joked, remembering her remark yesterday.

I was about to laugh but she nodded.

"Really?" I asked in amusement.

"Well, you aren't exactly a good liar either." She shrugged. That's what Yongsun used to say.

"Okay." I surrendered, being reminded of my wife, I suddenly didn't have the energy to protest. "You got me."

"Ha! I knew it!" she said proudly, like a puppy catching the frisbee thrown at her.

Maybe it was her cheerful energy, as if she hadn't had her heart broken, that made me smile; it was contagious.

I remember how Yongsun could manage to make me smile so easily, even on my bad days, when I'm not in the mood to smile at all.

How I wish it could stay that way, but it can never happen anymore and the thought that I'll never see her smile is very daunting.

"So why are you really here?" She asks, snapping me out of my reverie.

"I'm here to check if you would still want to make up for bumping into me..." I confessed, letting my question hang, hoping that she gets what I'm trying to say.

Dating now seemed like a waste of time. I bet my life that I'd never find someone like Yongsun, nor do I plan on searching for one; I'd never been able t