“You were looking for me?” I stood in front of Doojoon’s hotel room, after two hours of dressing up and make up.

Hey, I still have a little crush on him okay.

Doojoon stood handsomely with his fresh smell, which I presume he just had his bath.

“Oh. Yes, actually I was wondering if we could go to the mall or something later.”

I jumped happily inside. My heart felt like it could explode in any second.

I blushed, “Jinjja?” My eyes widened.

“Well, actually I’m looking for some gifts for Jihyun. She pleaded for it.” Doojoon chuckled.

Which was very cute but my heart sank to his words. So this is all about Jihyun huh?

“You okay?” Doojoon scanned my face.

“Ah—ani, I—“

Suddenly a voice called out my name, “Mika! There you are.”

“Kikwang-shi?” I said as I saw Kikwang walked towards us.

He shoved his hand in my arm and pulled me closer to his side, then he go, “I’m sorry. She’s mine tonight. She owes me a dinner.” Kikwang said to Doojoon.

“Oh. Its okay then. Maybe I can bring Gayoon or someone else. Have fun.” Doojoon waved and closed the door.

I was shocked and confused, “What is that all for?”

“You’ll know. Kajja.” He pulled my hand.

“So you know huh?” I placed my head over my hand on the table.

Kikwang slurped his Ramen, and then said, “It’s obvious. Your face shows it all. You like Doojoon don’t you?”

I looked up at him, “Is it that obvious?”

He chuckled, “Yes it is. Actually, I saw you the other day. At China’s Park. Remember? You were stalking at Doojoon and Jihyun. You’re so bad in cover up. Your covers blown aren’t it?” he laughed.

“Hey,” I lightly slapped his hand, “I’m no James Bond or Johnny English.”

“Yea right.” He smiled, “Anyway, I saw the way you look at them, especially at your best friend Jihyun. There’s ‘jealousy’ written all over your face.” He made a round over my face.

I grunted, “What could I do anyway? The guy I like turn out to be my best friend’s boyfriend. How that feels. Wish I never fall for him.”

“Oh come on. He’s not the only guy in this world.” He patted his chest, “There’s another one here.”

I snorted, “I’m not your type anyway.”

“What do you know about my type?”

“Well, let me see. A slim, pretty, perfect, tall, fair and maybe own a superb job. I am way out of your league.”

He laughed a bit, and then his face turned serious, as he held on my hand on the table. “Mika, listen. There’s something I need to tell you.”