My phone rang for what seemed like the hundredth time in five minutes.  I had called Jongup in tears and couldn’t get the words out for what was going on.  He could pick up that I was sad and knew that I needed him here to hold me and never let me go.  I glanced over at my silent phone for the moment.  I knew any minute it would go off again and be either my brother or my best friend calling me for their little lover’s spat.  I had enough of all of this, and I just wanted my oppa here to hold me close.

            The sound of keys jingling made me cry harder at this point.  My oppa was here, and I was a great giant heap on the bed.  I curled up into a tight ball on the bed; I didn’t want him to see me like this.  I was never one to cry openly around him, I would always hide it from him.  However, there was no running from this one.  The door all but burst open, and the sound of it closing and fast footsteps followed.