It was a chilly night that saturday. We were together like always. He was on my right, I was on his left. We were happy and I was satisfied how our three year relationship lasted so long. We were walking in his apartment building that was next to the coffee shop we often went to. His apartment building was nicer than the others. It was more than the average you could say. 

"What do you want to do?," I said standing outside his apartment, holding his hand. 

He turned to me and smiled. Snuggling in his arm, I felt warm against the cold air that blew in the apartment building. I watched him as he struggled to find his keys in his pocket. Remembering that he gave me his keys when we went to the roller coaster ride, I reached in my purse to get the keys. But I heard a key jingle before I could even get a hold of the them. Turning to the sound, it was a woman. She was pretty and seemed younger than me. Her hair was a light brown stopping right below her chest, which made her clothes stand out. Her style was different than mine...more lavish you could say. With one look at her, she was a beauty and I was nothing. Why was he here?  She waved her keys in the air, staring at us or rather Jonghyun. 

"Hey. I got you.", She said walking between us, so we separated for a brief moment. 

"Oh, thanks.", he scratched his head, smiling. His eyes look at her for quite sometime before he glanced at me for a second to pat me on the head. But I felt something wrong...

What was this? What am I witnessing right now? I blink several times, standing outside the apartment…waiting for the young lady to unlock the door. Staring right at Jonghyun, It seemed that he was just focused on the door, or perhaps the girl. She unlocks the door and  opened it up for Jonghyun, but she walked in just when I was going to enter. Then, the door closes on me. I pretty much became invisible. my lips from drying, I open the door for myself and entered in. 

  Entering his apartment, the girl stared at me alarmly as if I was a robber or lost child. Her eyes glanced up and down my body. She chuckled a smile and cocked her head to the side.   “Who are you?”, She asked in a cute voice. The weird thing is she didn’t remember me from a second ago, waiting at the door. Was she....   “Me?”, I quietly spoke. Who was she to Jonghyun was all I could think about.   “She’s my girlfriend!”, Jonghyun yelled out as he waved me over to the couch.   She was shocked and then composed herself with a stale laugh. I walked towards Jonghyun, sitting beside him as he the television. The lady entered the kitchen and came out with only two cups of coffee.  She set the cups down in front of us. One for her..and One for him. I guess I wasn’t welcome. Jonghyun noticed, and told me to reach for his cup and drink it, but she stopped me.   “Sorry. This is for Jonghyun.”, She sweetly smiled at me, protecting the cup of hot steam.   “Right.”, I slowly retracted my hand from the cup as I smiled sheepishly.   “Play nice,” He grunted at the girl, as he grabbed the cup and handed me it. I took a sip, it was warm but seemed bitter since it was for Jonghyun. It was like a love letter via coffee. Perhaps I am delusional? 
“So my name is Bora. What’s yours?”   “My name is—“   “She’s Yoona.”, He spoke for me. I was too shy to even face a crowd of four people. He knew that, and I was grateful for him. When I needed him, he was always there.   “Ah, What number is she?”, She asked.    What number? What does that mean? Wait, who was she? I quickly glance at Jonghyun for an answer....   Jonghyun scoffed,”ONE.”   “One?”, I asked him, curiously. I shifted my position so I wouldn't look uncomfortable when I really was. This conversation is starting to be....going in the wrong direction.   “My one and only.”, He patted my hair. Apparently, that action angered Bora. She set her coffee down and chuckled half-heartedly.    “What a lame excuse.”, Bora scoffed as she folded her arms and stared at Jonghyun with a hateful look.   “Excuse me. Who are you?”, I spoke up, too curious and concerned why she was in my boyfriend’s apartment.   “Didn’t we go through this?”, She scoffed,” I’m Bora.”   “I think she means why are you here?”, He translated for me, as he ignored Bora's glance.   “Oh, your boyfriend should’ve told you. We are roommates.”, She smiled sweetly at me.   I quickly looked up at him, waiting for some response, but he only nodded, agreeing to her true statement. He patted my hair, but I didn’t feel that warm feeling. Something was wrong. Something was clearly wrong. He was not telling me something. It has been three years since we have been together and he never had a roommate. And why a girl?   “Wait, you never told me.”, I said unable to put things together.   “I must’ve forgotten.”, He awkwardly scratched his head.   “We been roommates for four months.”, She smiled, sipping her coffe