Chapter 6: Friends, right? ---
Park Ji Sun   Everything seems perfect, every time we’re here at the attic. It feels like we have our own world, were we don’t care on what others says. We just finished cleaning those jars; we were leaning against the wall and resting side by side.

Taemin huffed and covered his hands. He rests his head on my shoulders and I just laugh at his action while we were listening on the ‘The Cure’ song—just like heaven.   “Ji Sun, I’m sorry too.” He muffled underneath his hands. I know what he means, but I pretend not to hear it.   “What?” I chuckled lightly. “Remove your hands please.” Then he looked at me, his eyelashes were so long that it matches his beautiful eyes. Sometime, it hurts to see him.   “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, I- I just can’t go with you at the bazaar.” That hurts, hearing it from him. He finally said it. His words were proof that I wasn’t good enough for him.   “W-was it because of Jinki? Are you afraid of that they would make fun of you?” My voice sounded croak. I can’t help; I really need to burst this out.   “Not just them...It was mostly me… I don’t want to be different…Not when I’m so new here.”   I guess I’m doomed to like someone, who doesn’t like me back. It’s so confusing. Taemin makes me feel… special like he would say things that he can’t say to others. Which is good right? I hate the way he makes me feel. I get sleepless nights; I can’t sleep thinking that I would get to see him tomorrow and other day. I hate it, when I got to see him around our place, and pretending that I was a ghost. What hurts most is, he’s like my parents. I can’t compete with them. They all want to have a good and perfect daughter or girlfriend—which I can’t be. Why can’t they just accept me, for who am I? I stood up, not looking at him. Tears were flowing silently, I immediately wipe them unnoticeably, “I-its o-okay. I k-know what you mean.” I said stuttering. I look back at him, cheerfully.   “I guess we have