Jongdae had his bus ticket in one hand his other hand he had a firm grip on his duffle bag. He waited for her in front of their bus. He looked around but only to see a crowd of people busily walking to their own bus station. When he felt a tap on his shoulder from behind him.    "Suji, I thought you weren't going to make it." Jongdae said taking in her appearance. Her hair was all over the place and she wore comfortable clothes. Suji had her hands on her knees trying to catch her breath.    "I woke up late and Jieun unnie gave me a ride." she leaned on the bus.    "You could have called me."    "I know."    -   There wasn't nothing worse then having black coffee when he was completely sober. Baekhyun preferred his coffee sweet when he wasn't in need of a hangover remedy. He poured teaspoon after teaspoons of sugar in the bitter substance, Chanyeol watched his friend face with an amused smirk.   "You're ing crazy." Chanyeol said taking away the sugar. Baekhyun ignored him and drank his coffee satisfied with the taste. "So how's Suji?" Chanyeol asked.    "I'm surprised you remember her name?"   "The only reason why I remember her is because you kept her around, you my friend;" Chanyeol pointed his index finger at Baekhyun, " usually use the hump and dump method."    "She's different."    "Different like I wanna be friends or different in you wanna take her to your house one day to meet your parents." Chanyeol wanted to pick his friends intricate brain a bit.    "Neither."    "Your gonna end up hurting her or worse hurting yourself." Chanyeol knew that he hit a spot. He watched as Baekhyun got up and left the table, locking himself in his room. His sugary coffee long forgotten.    -   "Suji you're home." her mom hugged her so tightly that she felt her breath coming in short breaths.    "Can't breathe." Suji looked at her mother, she hadn't seen her for what seemed like months but in reality it had only been two weeks.    "Did you come by yourself?" her mom asked her as she dragged her daughter to sit down on the couch.    "No, I came with Jongdae oppa, he is at his parents house."    "What a great son he is." her mom sighed dreamily.    "Where's what's his face?" Suji barely noticed that the house was quiet which wasn't normal.    "He is your brother not what's his face." her mom gave her a disapproving look.    "Correction step brother."    "Upstairs sleeping." her mom sighed.    Suji evilly grinned getting up, there was nothing better than bothering him to wake up.    -   Jongdae set his things in his old room, it was now being used as his mother's sewing workshop. He plopped down on the bed tired from having been sitting down for so long. He missed the familiar smell of the fabric softener his mom used and the smell of essence that filled the room.    Every time he came home he never really understood how much he could miss a place he has always disliked when he was a teenager. When he moved out after high school his parents didn't stop him they knew better than him that it was probably for the best. Jongdae didn't fit in provincial life, he always aspired to be something out of his small town. He heard a soft knock at