Jihyo was sitting in her favourite armchair by the window, looking out at the city of lights.

She was wondering if Jong Kook still thought about her.

Even after all the things they had gone through. They had broken up - but she still felt that urge to pick up her phone and call home. It took everything in her not to press "Call."

Oppa... I almost do it. I almost call you. Everytime. Do you know how much it tears at me, how much it hurts?

Her phone rang, startling her. She looked at the caller ID.

"Jong Kook"