So I finished with my projects and my maths exams in my two maths subjects were moved, so yay! I was meant to update earlier today but I got held up by La Corda D'oro: Primo Passo and I baked a cake for my Italian teacher since she's leaving tomorrow and we won't see her until a week before graduation and yeah, it makes me sad. Anyways, short update, not proofread, but I hope you enjoy! ♥

‘The way that we would converse…

… Would always take me to another universe.”

‘Meeting, now! Room 2! Urgent!’

Kris stared at his phone and let out a breath as his hands pulled the phone down and away from his eyes. He placed his phone into his pockets and began walking to the said room.

These days he noticed that he was not himself at all, or rather, that he was back to his old self, his old self like those times before he met Taeyeon. Why he became like that, he had no idea why.

His feet were dragging him to the meeting ‘room’ until they halted on their tracks. Now his eyes stared at two other familiar eyes.

“Do you need anything?” He asked, yet again with his harsh and cold tone.

The soft thin lips of the shorter blonde girl in front of him slightly curved upside down, and her eyes blinked rapidly at the question. She knew what she came there for, however, her words got stuck at the tip of her tongue.

“I…” she tried to say, but it was merely a mumble, obviously inaudible.

“If you’re not going to say anything, I have to go to a meeting, so I’ll be on my way,” Kris shot, his voice contained the sound of impatience and anger.

He began walking again, walking pass the woman he loved most, with his hands inside his pockets, seemingly uninterested about anything.

“I need your help,” the girl finally spoke, making Kris freeze and just stand there, “I’ve finally accepted it and I want to ask for help,” her eyes were almost filled with her long held-back tears and her hands had turned into tight fists. She was trying her best to say those words.

In reality, everyone knew Taeyeon had a soft heart and she herself was shocked that she was able to have that kind of mean attitude towards the boys.

She was having trouble coming to them, to him, for she was embarrassed about her arrogance towards the truth the boys have tried so hard to prove to them. And the way she was then… was when she started to become the softest she can be.

“I’m asking for help…” she continued, “but you don’t even look a single bit interested!” She shouted. Finally, her tears streamed down and she went to walk off, until a hand grabbed her arm in the gentlest way.

“I’m sorry…” Kris said, “I’m listening.”

Taeyeon turned to face him and the sight of it b