I felt strangely sad when Yongguk left, he was like my ray of sunshine. I stayed in the café for almost the whole day, drinking cup after cup of hot chocolate, just watching the window. I sat thinking, just thinking about everything, what was up with SunMi? Why was Yongguk here? What can I do for Ji?I felt strangely sad when Yongguk left, he was like my ray of sunshine. I stayed in the café for almost the whole day, drinking cup after cup of hot chocolate, just watching the window. I sat thinking, just thinking about everything, what was up with SunMi? Why was Yongguk here? What can I do for Ji?

What can I do for Ji?

I downed the last it of my drink and took the cup back, bowing to the waitresses. I walked out of the café and the cold air hit my face, making me shiver. I ran home to warm myself off and hopefully burn some of the calories I just drank.

I got home panting and I walked to the bathroom and stripped off, jumping in the shower, washing my hair three times. I got out feeling fresh and I pulled on my dressing gown and sat at my mirror. I spent an hour doing my hair and makeup, and I picked out a corset and some , with a light dressing gown over it. I then ran to the kitchen and cooked our dinner, as it was cooking, I looked at the clock, it was 11:48. Jiyong usually practiced with the guys until around 12:00am, and the food was still cooking, so I thought I would sit and watch tv for a while. I sat in my usual spot and watched anything that was on.

12:27, Ji wasn’t back yet, it didn’t usually take him long to get home. I stood up from the couch and walked over to his note. It did say he’d be back late. I looked at the food and decided to leave it in the oven to warm, I went back to the couch.

1:05, Ji still wasn’t back. I stood up and stretched, careful not to touch my hair or face and shuffled over to the kitchen. I grabbed the food and set the table with neat tablecloths and candles and I sat down, waiting. I was sat for another hour poking at my food when I got up to pee.

I came back and looked at the time, 2:09am. I almost rubbed my eyes, and remembered at the last second that I couldn’t. I blinked over and over to get rid of the irritable itch.

3:46am, I heard shuffling at the door, and I turned to see Ji walk in. I looked over his clothes, they were loose and baggy, and his face had a shiny look, his cheeks red. I stood to run over to him, but he walked to me before I could move. He looked at the table of food and the almost fully melted candles before turning on his heel and walking into the bathroom without saying a word.

I sat down heavily, the look he gave me hurt, and he didn’t say anything, not even hi, or thanks. I heard the shower turn on immediately, and it reminded me of his scent when he walked in. he smelt like a strong perfume that I doubt was a mans. Every now and then he’d smell like this, and I always thought it was a fan, but tonight was different. I gulped and sat at the table waiting for him.

He walked out after about 15 minutes, his hair dripping wet and his body clean and fresh. I stared at him and he walked over and sat opposite me. He took a bite of the food while I was still watching him. He swallowed and continued to eat. He finished around a quarter of it before pushing the plate away, insisting he was full. He then stood up and walked into the bedroom, slamming the door. I sat there, the tears were rolling and I didn’t wipe them away, I heard him sliding down the back of the door and I heard him whisper something, but the sound of my crying drowned out any noise in the apartment. 

What can I do for Ji?

I downed the last it of my drink and took the cup back, bowing to the waitresses. I walked out of the café and the cold air hit my face, making me shiver. I ran home to warm myself off and hopefully burn some of the calories I just drank.

I got home panting and I walked to the bathroom and stripped off, jumping in the shower, washing my hair three times. I got out feeling fresh and I pulled on my dressing gown and sat at my mirror. I spent an hour doing my hair and makeup, and I picked out a corset and some , with a light dressing gown over it. I then ran to the kitchen and cooked our dinner, as it was cooking, I looked at the clock, it was 11:48. Jiyong usually practiced with the guys until around 12:00am, and the food was still cooking, so I thought I would sit and watch tv for a while. I sat in my usual spot and watched anything that was on.

12:27, Ji wasn’t back yet, it didn’t usually take him long to get home. I stood up from the couch and walked over to his note. It did say he’d be back late. I looked at the food and decided to leave it in the oven to warm, I went back to the couch.

1:05, Ji still wasn’t back. I stood up and stretched, careful not to touch my hair or face and shuffled over to the kitchen. I grabbed the food and set the table with neat tablecloths and candles and I sat down, waiting. I was sat for another hour poking at my food when I got up to pee.

I came back and looked at the time, 2:09am. I almost rubbed my eyes, and remembered at the last second that I couldn’t. I blinked over and over to get rid of the irritable itch.

3:46am, I heard shuffling at the door, and I turned to see Ji walk in. I looked over his clothes, they were loose and baggy, and his face had a shiny look, his cheeks red. I stood to run over to him, but he walked to me before I could move. He looked at the table of food and the almost fully melted candles before turning on his heel and walking into the bathroom without saying a word.

I sat down heavily, the look he gave me hurt, and he didn’t say anything, not even hi, or thanks. I heard the shower turn on immediately, and it reminded me of his scent when he walked in. he smelt like a strong perfume that I doubt was a mans. Every now and then he’d smell like this, and I always thought it was a fan, but tonight was different. I gulped and sat at the table waiting for him.

He walked out after about 15 minutes, his hair dripping wet and his body clean and fresh. I stared at him and he walked over and sat opposite me. He took a bite of the food while I was still watching him. He swallowed and continued to eat. He finished around a quarter of it before pushing the plate away, insisting he was full. He then stood up and walked into the bedroom, slamming the door. I sat there, the tears were rolling and I didn’t wipe them away, I heard him sliding down the back of the door and I heard him whisper something, but the sound of my crying drowned out any other noise in the apartment.