I'll never forget that night. The night that, if I had any doubts about it before, cemented that fact that I had indeed broken his heart. How long had it been since we'd even seen each other? Maybe two, two and a half years? Who was I kidding. It had been exactly 821 days; a sad fact I still counted them. The blinding flash of one camera was followed by many that temporarily stole my sight, and instinctivly my fingers curled into my date's arm. Just before, I had seen Jiyong whisper something to him that caused his gaze to drift back my way. If I didn't know him any better, I'd have thought he was going to wait where he was for me, to say something. Anything. Instead, more flashes. I dropped my head some, still not used to this grand amount of attention that came with Jung Jihoon. I came to South Korea to study Korean language and international business; by the end of my first year I was doing more modelling than studying, and the rest was history. "Smile," Jihoon's soft whisper breaks me from my trance, "you look amazing."