(Listen to Cafe by Big Bang : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Llax6eXFjjM)

I woke up the next morning, answering the constant ringing of the phone.

“I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY DID IT!”

Kairi, I thought and closed my eyes again. “Did what?”

“Saya, don’t play with me. You started writing a blog about Woohyun yesterday morning and it’s the only thing the whole world is talking about. WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU??”

“Kairi, I’m not even done yet okay? I was thinking of catching on some sleep….”

“And it will NOT be done. Saya, I’m worried about you. You released a book, became famous and you’re even rumoured to be signing a six-figure book deal-”

“I rejected it.”

“—which was WHAT  DID YOU JUST SAY???”

My head was hurting, my fingers were cramped. But the more Kairi shouted out reasons as to why I shouldn’t write anything else, the more determined I was to end this story once and for all.

“Kairi. I’m logging in NOW. Bye.”

Of course, getting out of bed is easier said than done. It took me exactly twenty-two minutes to throw myself out of my bed and my crawling towards the espresso machine was a reminder of my desperation. Finally, after getting some caffeine knocked into my veins, I stretched my body and faced my laptop screen.

The moment the bright light hit me, so did bad news.

“Kairi.”

“What?”

“My website crashed.”

My best friend laughed and with two cups of coffee running wildly inside me, I didn’t know if it was wrong to want to punch her.

“Kairi, I’m being serious. You’ve got to fix this!”

“Saya,” Kairi sighed. “Why are you doing this?”

I hung up, realizing that she would never understand the whys and the hows. Someone had once told me, that whenever in doubt, I should take the next step. The previous morning, my small step had been writing down the first line of the blog. So what was the first step now?

Going through my contact list, my index finger hovered over a name, the one person who could help me out. The only person I could talk to and not feel apprehensive about humiliation. Because with him, I would never go through that. Despite the very exclusive story that was going viral worldwide, he was the only one who would push that aside and listen to me. I hadn’t even asked his permission, but deep inside I knew that he would know why I did this. He would ignore the world when they say ‘Oh, smart publicity stunt’ or anything remotely untrue.

“Take a deep breath,” I murmured, one of my favourite rules. “You’ll feel better.” And so I did, pressing the green button and waiting for the familiar voice.

“Saya.”

I smiled. No awkwardness, just like the first time. Almost as if the phone call was the continuation of a long conversation that had been interrupted momentarily.

“Can you come over? My website crashed and… I think I need someone to sit here with me.”

Chuckling, he said, “What’s wrong with you? Of course I’ll be there.”

Twenty minutes later, my doorbell rang.

“Saya…”

I ran to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I know its been long, but…”

Pulling apart, he smiled down at me, the smile that would fight with the sun to brighten up my life.

“Just because you included my name in a blog that is being read all over the world, doesn’t mean I will—”

My companion sat himself down on the chair and winked. “Doesn’t mean I’ll stop asking you to make coffee for me.”

I grinned and shook my head. “At your service, Hoya sshi.”