Kim Jongin woke up to a noise of pots and pans and the smell of his favorite foods. As he laid on the futon as he looked around the small room. A small computer desk that also severed as a vanity, it had a lot of trinkets and scattered only leaving space for the laptop dead in the middle. Also in the room was a drawer. Jongin would remember this tiny bedroom which held a lot of precious memories to him.            He slowly decided that it was time to get up, he sat up stretching while looking for his clothes. He remembered last nights events and knew that his clothes should be scattered around the room but they weren't; his clothes were neatly folded at the end of the futon. He let out a small chuckle. He knew that, that was her doing she always had to be neat in some sort of way.              After using the bathroom he headed towards the commotion in his small kitchen. Jongin stood at the doorway admiring the beauty in front of him. Her long brown hair was in a braid down her back, she was wearing one of his long sleeved shirts too loose on her small frame. As he continued to check her out he hadn't noticed that she was now also staring at him.           "What are you looking at?" She said with a raised eyebrow.            "I'm just admiring the view."            She laughed and went towards him planting a kiss on his nose. He was going to miss her so much. His dear Suzy, whom he had to leave for an extend period of time. Jongin grabbed her by the waist and kissed her, first it was soft then it slowly escalated faster, deeper and urgent. She pulled away first looking at him then she paused and sniffed the air. "Oh god it's burning!" She frantically yelled moving to the stove. He heard her murmur numerous amounts of colorful words.         "Your mom is coming soon so can you please tidy the place." Suzy asked him.         "Sure." He hated cleaning but being with her had taught him a few things about being neater. "What time is she coming?" he wanted to know. "in about a hour its already 12:30, you woke up too late!" she yelled from the kitchen.          Looking at the living room it wasn't messy or dirty only misplaced pillows and the newspaper on the limp coffee table. Like everything else in the apartment it was small but this was home. A home that he would be leaving in less than a few hou