Heeyoung irritatedly changed her sleeping position. Well, the truth was she wasn't sleeping at all. It was already thirty minutes past eleven and she should've been damn sleeping at this very moment. But she just can't. Her thought were rambling down into one person—Lee Sungyeol.

"Why do I keep thinking about him?" She mumbled to herself. Her eyes were open through the darkness. She groaned as she covered her face with her pillow. But when her phone rang throughout the night, she jumped like a scaredy cat. She abruptly grabbed her phone from the night stand and without checking who's calling, she held it to her ear.

"Hello?"

"It's me." A male voice said on the other line and she suddenly felt goosebumps—more like butterflies in her stomach. Why the heck is this happening to her?

"Wh-what?" She croaked, then cleared . "Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?"

"I'm just checking if you're missing me." He said with a husky voice that made dry as a desert.

She snorted. "Why would I miss you?" Liar. Her conscience hissed.

Sungyeol chuckled. "You know, we haven't seen each other for two days already. I'm really sorry, I'm just kinda busy." He said. "I was about to go to your house after the recording but manager didn't allow me too. Sorry, Heeyoung-ah."

"Wh-why are you saying sorry to me?"

"Maybe because you're expecting me to come?"

"Oh, the confidence!" S