Hey~ Here is the second part of Key's POV. I hope you'll enjoy it ^^

I woke to a hand shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes and found myself looking into somehow already familiar brown eyes. Jonghyun smiled and once again I got the thought that he looked exactly like a puppy. I voiced my thought out loud and his smile widened, before answering me that he got that a lot.

I sat up but stilled, carefully recalling the information in my head. I had fallen asleep but how did I still remember everything? I asked Jonghyun about it.

“You forget when you fall into deep sleep, like you do at night. The light sleep like a nap doesn't make any difference,” he explained as I let him help me up from the couch. I took a look at the clock. It was past four.

“I was thinking we could go eat lunch somewhere or more like dinner I guess. Nothing expensive, I can't really afford that much. But still I'm sure we'd find something decent.” I let myself be led to the front door where he rummaged through a closet, handing me a jacket.

“It's getting colder each day. Did you go outside today?” I nodded in response, tugging the jacket on and standing before the mirror, unable to avoid the jolt of shock when seeing my unfamiliar form.

At least I still looked good. And Jonghyun had style, he really did. All the clothes I had seen were stylish and nice. Current jacket fit me perfectly, being just about my taste. Jonghyun's smiling reflection appeared behind me and his words were quiet.

“One day, when I had a free day, we went shopping. You picked this one out yourself. Do you like it?” again I nodded in response, but somehow it seemed he wasn't disturbed by my silence. I wondered if I was every day like that. Then he must've been used to it.

I moved to put on the boots and tied the straps neatly. When I righted my form, he was already at the door, waiting for me. He let me out first and then closed and locked the door.

When we reached the street, he turned the opposite way from where I had went before. The sky was already darkening, thick clouds making it gray, closer to black then white. It was beautiful.

“You aren't cold, are you?” I told him I wasn't.

“Actually I was home at something past three already but you just looked so peaceful that I didn't want to wake you. Ooh, do you have anything you would like to eat today? Any special wishes?”

When I shook my shoulders, his face lit up into smile. “Actually I know that. You never answer me if I ask you this.” I was left to contemplate if I really never had any preferences or if I just didn't dare to tell him.

The street where we walked was pretty much empty if not for some people here and there. I felt raindrops fall onto my skin. I looked up into the endless gray sky and closed my eyes for a moment, relishing in the droplets that were beginning to caress my face.

When I opened my eyes I found Jonghyun smiling at me. “Come on, you don't want to catch a cold, do you?”

We walked a little faster and in no time he stopped before a little diner. I followed him inside and took instant liking in the warm atmosphere. We ordered the food that was pretty cheap if you asked me.

The doubt however disappeared as soon as I took the first bite. It was good. Not mind-blowing delicious but definitely edible.

“As you already know, my name is Kim Jonghyun. I'm 24, but that you too already know. I have an older sister, her name is Kim Song Dam. I'm a music and composition major. I used to work as a waiter but as my parents are pretty well-off I have enough money to own that pretty normal apartment.”

Although he didn't say it, in my mind I added myself to the expenses. It was undeniable that all I could ever be was trouble. But the thought that he was studying music brought a little smile on my lips. Now I could definitely see what had first drawn me to him.

“I'm also in a band. I can play the guitar, but at the moment I'm the lead singer. We aren't famous but there is always enough audience. I think people like our music.”

I didn't say it out loud, but though that people probably liked him, too, because in all honesty, he was pretty hot. He had muscles, nice hair, handsome face and style. And if he really could sing he was actually pretty much perfect.

The thought made me feel bitter. I was nothing compared to him. Why was he wasting his time with me when I could never be anything he deserved?

Noticing the change in atmosphere, he carefully reached for my hands and looked me into the eyes.

“I love you. There is nothing that will ever change that. I know you don't really trust me at the moment but please believe me when I say that you are the most important to me in this world. I hate what happened, but I can't change it, no one can. You don't have to do anything. I know it's not right to ask you anything. But at least let me love you.”

His words were sincere. But they were also tired. They were repeated over and over, day after another. They were his feelings but the emotion had faded. Words remained but emotion had drained. It was hard to feel it day after another for years. There was no chance to take a break.

We ended our food in silence and when we stepped outside into the cold air, even thought the rain had stopped, the smell of it lingered everywhere. It was dominant, shadowing everything else. It was truly overwhelming.

I felt his hand carefully taking my own. His fingers were gentle, intertwining with mines, giving me time to pull my hand back. But I didn't. I let my hand rest in his, contemplating why I did.

He wasn't someone close to me, he couldn't be, as hard as he tried. I definitely felt sorry for him, but then again it was his own choice, living this way. I wouldn't even know the difference when I woke up tomorrow and he wasn't there. He was more or less nobody to me.

I still felt bad for not being able to love him back. I looked at our hands, that fit so perfectly and wondered how he even dealt with it. The decision came with only a second. No further calculating, no more thinking through.

Tonight I would try to be the person he fell in love with. I would act like I was truly in love with him. I wouldn't deny him anything and try my best to make him happy, even if only for one night. I would try to love him back. He deserved at least that much.

We reached back at about half past five. He said he had to do some work and I was free to do anything I liked. I watched him enter his cabinet and decided to check out the bathroom, little plan forming in my mind.

I looked thorough the numerous shelves and drawers, smile forming on my face when I found what I was looking for.

I knocked on his door and peeked inside, asking him if it was okay to go outside for 30 minutes. The confused frown that formed on his face made him absolutely adorable. He answered that he guessed so and I closed the door as fast as possible, avoiding further questions.

I went to bedroom and looked through some pockets, satisfied when finding little bit money in all of them. I took as much as I needed and made my way to the front door, hurriedly pulling the jacket and boots on.

I exited the building and went the same way as we had went together before. I didn't have to walk for long until I saw the little convenient store I had noticed before. I entered and walked between shelves, collecting all I thought I might need. I payed for it and got back to the apartment.

I made sure that Jonghyun was still in his cabinet and then laid everything out on the kitchen table. I put the red wine into the fridge, then I opened the bag of frozen cheesecake pastry and put them on a baking tray and into the oven. I cut the different sorts of cheese into cubes and put them into a little bowl.

I searched the kitchen cabinets and pulled out two wineglasses. I placed the glasses and cheese onto the living room coffee table and switched on only a dim light, giving the room warm and sensual atmosphere.

With some difficulties I found some candles and lit them, dancing shadows making me smile in content. It was just about perfect.

I checked remaining time for the pastry to be ready before going to the bathroom. I smiled to myself as I pulled out the make-up applies I had searched out before. Quickly I used some foundation to cover uneven places and a little eyeliner and shadow, making my eyes even more unique.

When I was done, I couldn't help but study my reflection for a while. I had changed. But I was still beautiful.

Content with my appearance, I made my way to Jonghyun's cabinet. Without opening the door I asked if he was done soon and when he promised to be in the living room in 15 minutes, I went to check the oven.

After taking out delicious pastry and putting them onto a big plate, I moved to living room, taking a closer look at the massive CD collection. Just as I was looking between two CD-s, unable to decide, I heard a quiet “Wow!” behind me.

I turned around and couldn't help but smile at Jonghyun's surprised face. “You did all this?” I nodded, happy at his reaction. The smile that spread on his face made my heart miss a beat. For a moment I got a thought that my previous promise to act like I truly loved him maybe wouldn't be so hard after all.

I told him to pick out the music as I went to kitchen, taking the bottle of red wine from fridge and checking my reflection for the last time.

I sat down on the couch and he took his place beside me, sweet music filling my ears. He opened the wine and filled our glasses.

“To what?” he asked, raising his glass and looking me in the eye. “To love,” I answered, my voice trembling the slightest.

The wine tasted slightly sweet, little bitter, still not really dry. It was perfect.

“Thank you, Kibummie, you make me so happy.” His hands wrapped around me, his head resting on my shoulder in a comforting hug. To my surprise it didn't feel awkward at all. On the contrary, I felt caught in the moment, his embrace strangely nice, air filled with his delicious cologne. I even found myself wishing that he wouldn't move at all.

When he backed away, my eyes found the clock. It was less than courter to seven. He moved closer to me on the couch and leaned onto me, his head resting on my shoulder. We drank our wine and talked, his words quiet and sincere.

“You really are beautiful. And it hasn't faded with years. You are still breathtaking.” his fingertips caressed my skin and I closed my eyes to let him gently run over my eyelashes.

His touch wasn't unpleasant. It wasn't unwelcomed nor repulsive. It was nice and soft, making me feel things I hadn't even thought about before. I felt loved and I didn't want him to stop.

His arms wrapped around me, making me feel secure. In this world that I had woke up to today, the world where I couldn't be sure about anything, I felt that it was finally okay. As long as I had Jonghyun, everything was okay.

I didn't stop him when his lips came closer to mines. I didn't pull away, when I felt their softness but let him move even closer. I didn't feel any disgust, like I thought I would. I wanted it too. The kiss was soft and sweet and barely there. And it wasn't enough.

I was the one who initiated it all. I was the one who wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. It was me, who parted my lips and let him deepen the kiss.

My eyes found the clock. It was already past nine. The music had stopped, but I couldn't care less at the moment. Everything was perfect. I felt perfect.

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I opened my eyes. There was this scent hanging in the air, some kind of cologne. I had never smelled it before. I adverted my gaze from the ceiling. The room was strange, unfamiliar. My heart was beginning to beat rapidly against my chest. I saw nothing familiar.

The next chapter is again in Jjong's POV and it will probably be the last.. Thanks for reading this far ^^

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