After that night, it seemed like I was in a constant daze. Constantly thinking about the kiss, what it meant, if it meant anything. 

Shinee had flown to Japan for a week so there was no way of getting an answer for a while. But even if he were here, would it have happened again? Maybe he was just lonely. I knew he got that way sometimes. Maybe it didn’t actually mean he was into me. But then again, he had said that we would talk about it later. Didn’t that mean that it did mean something? And he texted me every day to check up while in Japan. He would say little things like, “did you sleep well?” or, “don’t strain yourself at practice. The members send their love!”

 I desperately needed to get my mind off of it, at least for a little while. At least until he got back. So I packed my gym bag, changed into some sweats, and hit the gym for some extra exercise before training.