"Oppa?" I called out. I turned to see Kyuhyun leaning by the window. He rested the side of his head against his hand curled almost to a fist as his pillow. I couldn't hear what song he was listening to, but I could tell through the dreamy smile on his face that he's listening to a ballad. His eyes were closed as if he's sent to a pleasant dream. I gazed at his long lashes, baby smooth skin, and silky hair that glistened in the morning rays from the train window. It dawned on me that I've missed running my fingers through his soft hair and adored his beautiful face. I reached out my fingers to sweep his bangs off his forehead when suddenly he moved his head to my shoulder. I felt him interlacing his fingers around mine.

         "Are we there yet?" he mumbled. His voice was something I could never get tired of. A unique masterpiece only God could ever create. No matter when he talks or sings, his voice is like an incantation that can break any dark spell.

         I smiled and rested my head against his. "Just a little longer, Oppa." He rubbed his thumb around the back of my hand.