It was Sunday, afternoon.

I tried to forget about the stuffs for a few days. But then, I couldn't help it.

Like what I planned before, I will ask Infinite about it.

Or should I start it from Myungsoo? 

I had been texting with him recently. Would he answer my questions?

To: Myungsoo

Ya~ b-boy ((bipolar boy))

Are you busy?

From: Hana ^^

Within 2 minutes, he replied to me.

To : Hana ^^

Oi, Sushi Monster :-)

I am not, why? Miss me?

From: Myungsoo

Aish, this random boy. He joked at this time. I wanted to ask him a serious matter. Couldn't he sense it?

Then I asked him to meet outside, at the bubble tea store near our dorm.

I picked a black hoodie and denim shorts. I wore a simple pair of converse. 

I grabbed my phone and stuffed some money inside my pocket. I didn't bring my wallet because I was lazy.

And here we go. I arrived at a small store. Bubble tea was my favorite drink after all.

I was queuing to order when suddenly those warm arms covered my eyes. 

I spun around and found him in a hoodie too. He used a big sunglasses and a mask, so that no one would recognize him.

"Hi, ninja boy."

"You have a lot of names to call me, bubble girl." I could see him pouting behind the mask, somehow.

He stood up beside