I couldn't see his face or his expression, not certain what he meant by that. 

Joonyoung turned around and sat down opposite of me across the breakfast table, "Iseul-ah, call me oppa, quickly!" 

I looked at him and stared, "Neh.. Joonyoung-sshi--" 

"Oppa." he was quick in correcting me. 

"Got you got you... Joonyoung oppa." I buried my face down into the food, and started eating the food he made. 

Joonyoung's hand slightly patted my hair, "gwiyeoun..jageun (cute.. little)" he paused, seemingly puzzled which word is the most appropriate one to use, "Monster." he spoke the last word in English. 

His eyes were gentle when he said that word. Although he used the word "monster" I wasn't sure he meant that in a positive or negative sense. "Eh..?" 

"Anyways, give your phone to me." He demanded again. 

"Eh..?" I questioned, but I still gave it to him obediently out of instinct. 

He smiled and entered his contact information into my phone. He paused and looked at me, "Who is this number 1 quick-dial number?" 

I looked over, "Ah.. that's Chi--" It was Chihoon, but I wasn't supposed to have his phone number. "Chingu." Hopefully he doesn't recognize his phone number, which i doubted because after all they are very close friends who probably call each other almost everyday. 

I was glad he didn't examine that number too much, Joonyoung pouted, and said "Who?" 

I grabbed my phone backed from his hand, "Just a friend." When I took a look at my screen, the quick-dial had been changed to "Andrew Jung" I immediately shot him a stare. 

"Don't change it!" He said, as if he's words have magic, I agreed with him on it to not change it. 

Joonyoung ate quietly and after a while said, "Little monster, how's the breakfast? Its full of my love, did you taste it?" 

I frowned a little, and made a face at him, "Pts..." he's obviously making fun at me. I hated that. 

"You didn't taste it?" He got up, smiling brightly like before, "Give it back to me then!" taking my bowl of fruits away quickly and taking a cherry and held it between his lips. His eyes were mocking at me as he ran on the other side of table. 

I hurried ran around the table, trying to catch him, "Andwae!" 

He was tall and obviously faster than me by a lot, "Catch me if you can, Saranghaneun monster (beloved monster)" 

We ran for awhile, until when I forgot why I was chasing after him. Then suddenly he stopped and turned around, I bumped into his chest. 

Hearing his heartbeat right next to me, I backed off a little. He looked down at me, "Do you want them now...?" 

I stared at the cherries in the bowl he was holding, nodding instinctively. 

Joonyoung set the bowl down on the table on the side. Before I had a chance to take it, Joonyoung's hand held my shoulders. He leaned and covered my lips with his. I felt that cherry's juice taste entering from my lips and spreading. His lips were soft and gentle, giving me a weird warmth from head to toes. 

I opened my eyes wide, unable to believe my senses, stayed still and hardly breathed. 

He finally let go of me, "Oppa I... Really like oppa's little monster." 

I bet my eyes was wider than ever that time. I stared at him in shock, not responding a word. 

"So..." Joonyoung doesn't seem disappointed or anything at all, "of course you don't know what that means yet. But oppa will wait for you... When you grow up, oppa wishes his bride will be you Iseul-ah." 

I opened my mouth, feeling the obligation to have some response. But he stopped me, "don't say anything... You don't need to feel any pressure, just be yourself and feel free." 

I paused to let my aftershock effects ease away. Then I looked at him again. 

"Oppa, dance for me!" I said. 

He was surprised at first, perhaps how fast I adjusted and pretended nothing happened, but quickly answered, "I don't know how to dance. Do you have a guitar? Oppa can sing a song for you." 

I rushed to my room to fetch my acoustic guitar that I hardly plays, took a deep breath before stepping back into the common area. 

Joonyoung is a really good singer and guitarist, the way he uses the guitar is like as if it has already became a part of his body and soul. He played for me one of the most classic love song sang by U2, "With or Without You" 

See the stone set in your eyes 

See the thorn twist in your side 

I wait for you 

Sleight of hand and twist of fate 

On a bed of nails she makes me wait 

And I wait without you 

With or without you With or without you... 

I was in fact stunned by him. He looked like a different person, fully emotional and passionate, as if enchanted by the music. That moment is the moment I was able to see his other side. So sincere, so concentrated, and that was so appealing. 

I think in a way or another, deep buried in my heart I started to have a impulsive tinge of emotions toward him that moment. That image of him singing passionately in front of me stayed with me for all my life, and I  

shall never ever forget it. 

We became close after all. I asked him to teach me to play guitar and practice songs together. When he started a band and got signed to Japan, I was perhaps very sad about it. Park Jiho was also going with him, so I wasn't so worried, but it was weird that I was still very worried.. In a different way. The day before they left, Hyungseok invited them all back in my café. Just before I walked in, I suddenly didn't want to go in and say goodbye to him. I suddenly didn't feel like seeing him. I suddenly felt like I might cry and I didn't want him seeing me cry. I turned and walked into the bar opposite of our café. 

It was my first time going to that place by myself, and I wasn't planning to drink any alcohol. But when the bartender approached me and asked if I wanted a drink, I gladly asked for three bottles of soju. 

Chihoon texted me and said, "where are you? Mikyung came already, thought you were coming with her? What are you doing?" 

I drank down my second bottle, "oppa, I can't make it tonight. Send my greetings to Jiho oppa and Joonyoung oppa, Kay?" 

Chihoon is Chihoon, after all, is the guy that can notice even a slight change of emotion just from a single word. After about five minutes, my phone rang. It was Chihoon. I smiled bitterly, I guess the only person that worries about me is Chihoon oppa... No not even Mikyung or Hyukmin. I cleared my throat and went to hide at a "quieter" corner, "yobaseyo?" 

"Where are you?" 

"Chihoon-ah... I..." I didn't know whether to lie to him or not, paused and continued, "I'm busy..." 

"Joonyoung and Jiho are leaving tomorrow... You can't even come out for that?" Chihoon interrupted my nonsense, whisper-yelling into the speaker.  

"Oppa wae... Are you leaving? You are not leaving, why are you like this to me?" is he mad because of that? That's a bit unreasonable. 

A guy patted my should and said, "excuse me..." 

Chihoon said something on the phone, but I wasn't sure what he said. Something like you should still come. "Oppa oppa, I've gotta go! See you tomorrow!" as I hung up I turned to look at the guy who was behind me. 

Jung. 

Joon. 

Young. 

He was standing there staring at me, "Nuguya?" he asked. 

"Geunyang.. Chingu." I answered with a blank face. 

He grabbed me by my hand and went to sit down at the bar. After asking for cocktails, he looked at me and said, "What are you doing here?" 

I shot back immediately, "Oppa neun?" 

Joonyoung paused and looked away for a while. I took his cocktail and had a sip, "Oppa neun? You are not at your farewell party when you are the protagonist?" 

He looked to me and swallowed, hesitated to speak, "I... I didn't want to see you." 

My eyes felt heavy when he said that. Oppa... Didn't want to see me. Does he have some grudge against me? He doesn't like me does he...? Why doesn't oppa want to see me? "Mwo...mworago?" I stuttered. 

"I... " he looked elsewhere again, into the glass in front of him, "I... Don't want to leave you." 

I stared at him still, for the first time I was certain of my own feelings. I heard my heartbeats clearly. Suddenly I felt like I knew what love is, suddenly I felt like I grew up. 

I was in love with Jung Joonyoung. And I knew that now. 

It wasn't right. It was too beautiful and overwhelming, like a dream. It was too right to be right. I was afraid. 

Joonyoung said in a soft voice, "When I come back again, lets go out. Wait for me." he obviously didn't want to force me into anything, but he certainly was very sure of my feelings were there for him too. 

He left those words with me that night. Wait for me. 

I was certain I'd wait for him.