Y/N's PoV

It's been seven whole days since I saw him in person, he's been out of my reach after the day he got call from the company. And honestly, seven days felt like seven years to me. But I don't blame him. He's been, well, busy with the project he's charge of. He's been working day and night, with very little sleep.

Although he face-time me whenever he gets time, here and there, but that doesn't happen more often. I am okay, I guess, not really. I miss him. I miss him so much.

I want to feel his warmth, I want to see him smile, I want to see the mole on his nose, I want to kiss his plumpy lips. I want to do it all, and now that I can't do it, I crave for it more.

Days seems to pass by so slow that I beg to god to let the time fly. I have realized that this creepy uneasiness surrounds me when he's not around. I feel lonely and empty and it scares me. I know I shouldn't be too depending on someone, but I can't help it. He's the kind of person you would want to depend on.

You know, what aches me the most? It's the fact that every time we face time, he keeps saying how much he misses my scent. He told me that my scent somehow gives him indefinable confidence. His lips smiles when he sees me, but his eyes, his eyes give away. I know he is longing for me, not any less; he just doesn't open that topic to keep me from getting upset. Our call lasts for mere 5 minutes before someone barges into his office and he has to go back to work.

He gives me a small smile before hanging up, to assure me he will call me soon enough, but it usually turns into hours and hours of no contact at all. When he gets home, which is mostly past midnigh, he would give me a call and tell me that he misses my voice. We hang up after 10 minutes cause he's too tired and I know he needs rest since he has to go back to work at 8 am sharp.

He did bring up this idea, to come visit me at home every night, but I don't have the heart to let him drive him all the way here to my house, which is atleast 30 minutes long route. I just can't tell him to drive all the way here past midnight, only tosee me for 10 minutes.

He's pretty serious about this project and I know it as he's pouring all of him, his heart and soul in this, to the point that he sometimes even forget to eat meals.

So past few days, have been living hell for me. Nothing is happening like we had planned earlier, our dream-like summer break, remained dream only. And I have all the rights to be upset over it. I don't have anything to do in particular, now that tae's been busy. All I do is laying on couch and watch anime or kdrama and eat and read books and sleep.

Many times I thought about visiting him, in his office, but I brushed off that idea as I don't intend to be a distraction for him, when he's working on this important project. I want to take care of him, I want to cook for him, I want to hold him close and want to cuddle him to sleep. He's eyes that held whole universe in them before, are now dull due to all the overwork he's thrown upon himself.

The only good thing about this past few days was, I bonded and caught up with mom and khyati. We had our girl time. They knew I was upset, so they tried to clear their schedules as much as possible to be with me, so that I won't feel lonely. And I ain't no complaining about that, I needed to be around them. Sometimes, some girl's time is all you need for distraction.

Sooo I am sitting here, with my girls, on the ground, surrounding the coffee table, as we gobble down cheese-burst peri-peri pizza, watching— The Notebook movie.

"Are you feeling less sad now?" Khyati asked, looking at me, her eyes and voice evident of concern.

"I was okay, to begin with." I shrug, my eyes not leaving the television screen.

She sighs and fixes her gaze on TV, giving up the thought of talking out with me.

"You know sweetie, you are terrible at hiding your emotions. We can clearly see how much bothered and frustrated you are for not being able to meet tae." Mom speaks, while chewing her traingular pizza piece.

I glare at her, this time a bit irritated, as I don't want to talk about it, again. They keep bringing back this topic every hour and it's getting unbearable to keep my anger at bay.

"If you're that desperate, just go and meet him." She raises her voice, in frustration. She must be frustrated as I was being nothing but pure brat, demanding all different kinds of food for her to cook for me; meanwhile I was laying down reading books, not moving an inch.

But in my defense, food keeps me busy and makes me feel good, okay?  And I have right to throw tantrums every now and then, you can't expect me to act like a matured good girl 24*7*365.

"I can't." I yell, tears now b in my own eyes as I speak, I breath in a small breath, calming my nerves, I say lowly

"He's working, he must be busy."

"Then go to see him in his office." Khyati chimes in.

"I don't want to distract him." I say in a low voice, barely a whisper to decipher.

"5 minutes of meeting wouldn't harm, honey." Mom speaks in the softest voice, that warms my heart instantly.

"It will give you both relief of mind, if anything. Trust me."

"But— I don't want him to think I am being dramatic or that I am clingy type of girlfriend."

"You think so?? You know what I think??" She asks, her brow raised as I shook my head, looking straight into her eyes

"I am sure he wouldn't be any better than you, he must be longing for you as well, for all I know." She breaths, her palms now pressed on top of my hand, she continues,

"End this pain, for both of you. If he can't come to you, you can go to him. He has never told you not to come to his company, has he?" She asks as I shook my head again, my eye lashes glistening due to tears.

"Then go. Go to him. End your misery." She smiles. A small smile makes it way across my lips as well, as I stood up.

"Thanks Mom. I love you." I beam.

I glance over the watch, only to find it's already 9PM. I decide to go to his penthouse instead of company, for satety reasons as well as for the fact that he will be home by midnight.

If I go to his house, I could make him some dinner so that he doesn't have to go to sleep with an empty stomach. I smile at the thought of seeing him smile while eating the food I made specially for him. He always wanted to eat my hand-cooked food, but we never got chance to do so. I think this is perfect opportunity to show my cooking skills.

I ran to my bedroom, changing my outfit to a red tank top and black sweats, tying my hair into ponytail, I apply tiny bit of lip gloss and grabbing my wallet and car-keys, I ran out of the house.

I drop by to nearest convenience store to buy ingredients for food I am planning to cook— tteokbokki, with beer. He loves the dish and I can't wait to see his happy baby face.

I kept smiling all the way till I reach to his pent-house door. Pressing the numbers on the lock, I march inside the house once the door crack opens.

I place things on the table and look around only to find the beautiful place has turned into a messy, untidy pl