“I still can’t believe it,” I heard myself whisper sadly.

It was hard. It was so freaking hard to see, to see her lifeless body lying on a white bed while her mother tried to comfort…but it was too late. She’s dead. And when you are dead, you’re a loser.

“Her mother wanted to incinerate her body,” he said and added, “tonight.”

“Seohyun…”

He walked to my side, and held my hand for a comfort. Just when our eyes met, I saw it again. I saw how beautiful he was, so calm yet dangerous. I never thought after what he’d gone through, he remained strong. He remained standing on his own feet. And I found myself hoping I’d be how strong he was.

As those lips curved, twitched upward, I mentally reprimanded myself for being attracted to this guy. He’s not an ordinary man. And I believe I have a great taste.

“I never wasted a time to thank you,” I said, keeping my mask intact.

He grinned. “I’ll do anything for you. You were once my savior. And I’d be glad to be one for you permanently.”

Preventing myself from rolling my eyes, I uttered, “You have a really, really severe mental disorder.”

“Woah! Now, you’re saying that I am crazy,” he commented.

I redeemed my hand and stood up, started walking to the other side of the room. But his grip stopped me, and just then I found myself sitting beside him on this bed I slept on last night.

He inched towards me and even held my cheek, catching my eyes. “Jessica, did I mention you’re being too obvious?”

“Yeah, ?”

He pecks on my lips which shocked me. I pushed him. That was just a, uhm, reflex.

“What the , Suho?!”

He kissed me aga