(Listen to 고마워요 by CNBLUE : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-HYoT5pDkY4)

"So what exactly do you want from me?"

I raised one eyebrow at Hoya, his back towards me. Despite his 'demand', the owner of the best cafe outlet in Seoul had decided to burden himself with the task of making coffee for the both of us.

"What I said on the phone. Gosh, you have a memory I would die for."

Hoya turned around and gave his cheeky smile, the expression I realized I had missed only when I saw it. Two years, I thought to myself.

"Have you been reading my blog?" I asked eagerly as he handed me my mug. "Wait, let me guess. Only the chapters with your name on it, right?"

Hoya sitting on the sofa, sheepishly sipped on his caffeine. After a pause, he said in a low tone, "I haven't read it at all." I spat out my coffee, making him cackle. 

"And you used to complain about having no confidence!"

Laughing, I said, "You ARE my best friend, I expect--" My voice trailed off and an uninvited awkwardness settled in. I faced my PC and smiled. "Thanks for my website."

"No problem," he said, returning the smile. "What were you about to say?"

Grimacing, I returned to my keyboard. My fingers hovered above the letters and I found myself frozen. Hoya scooted closer, resting his elbows on the desk. I bit my lip and sighed.

"I don't know what to write." My fingers shadowed the movements it was supposed to be following, but couldn't. There was no material for it, no lead.

"What was your last entry about?" Hoya scrolled down the page. Embarrassed, I hid the words with my right arm and in an apologetic tone, said, "It's cheesy."

Hoya blinked at me. "But it's real."

Chewing on the insides of my cheek, I muttered, "Still, it's cheesy."

Hoya sighed and shook his head. "Fine, upto you. What was the last thing you wrote about? A blueprint, please?"

"Woohyun wanted to meet my parents."

Hoya laughed. "How on Earth can you be stuck then? That's when everything started!" He clicked his tongue at my confused look and continued, "I'm not dumb Saya. I was the closest to both of you and I could see it. Things went downhill after you guys returned from India."

"Oh, that..." Taken aback by his accurate observation and stung by the reminder, I lightly tapped the keys and nodded to the rhythm. "Okay," I said. "We'll start from there."

Hoya grinned, an action that went away in a flash. "Wait. We? What's with the 'we'?"

"Ah, beautiful alliteration there. Hoya, I need your help. The readers love Woohyun and I don't know how they'll take this sudden change of events."

"Well, they'll have to." Despite my glare, Hoya pulled my arm and locked it with his. Scared of his reaction, the grin that I loved and hated simultaneously, I placed my forehead against the desk while he read the previous chapter.

"Hmm... so far so good. What's the problem then?"

"You don't find it cheesy?! Hoya, you fine?" My shocked expression might have offended him but I couldn't help but shift my gaze from the screen to his face. "You're not laughing."

Hoya scowled. "Why should I? You guys loved each other, you guys broke up, you decided to write the book, you decided to write the blog... And I decided to make coffee for you. What's so funny?"

I shook my head. "That was random." The Cheshire Cat grin returned and he vigorously nodded. "You miss that, don't you?"

Instantly, my thoughts flickered. I beamed at Hoya and squeezed his hand. "Thank. You." Holding my hairslide between my teeth, I wound my hair up in a bun and clicked it in place. Before I could start writing, I turned to Hoya with a wary look on my face.

"Just don't react. To every sentence. Okay? I'll be glued to this until the end--"

"You're actually TELLING me not to distract you??" Hoya's thick eyebrows furrowed and I couldn't help but think of an old joke I used to crack. 

"Frida," I murmured and was given a light punch on my arm. Stretching my arms above my head, Hoya observed my serious expression and grinned. 

"Ready..." His playful tone gave me a boost and I narrowed my eyes.

"GO!" We both chorused, my fingers exploding with energy, leaving shrapnels of the tapping sound behind.