When I got back to my dorm, I locked the door and sank to the floor. Is this happening? Is this reality? Is he actually debuting? Can I really see him that soon? Weren’t idols supposed to train for years?

            There were so many questions running through my head. Maybe Zico didn’t have to train as much as I thought. He did make 4 albums of his own independently and he’s played some of his songs to me. I wasn’t really into rap, but he was still a pretty amazing artist and producer.

            I sat on the floor for a good hour, still trying to comprehend what was going on until I decided to take out my phone and find the article about the new group. Since I was still in my first semester of studying Korean, I had to locate a translation of the article. Luckily Kpop was popular internationally so it wasn’t too difficult.

            I stared long and hard at the picture of Zico. It looked like it had been taken some time ago. Was it a picture he sent in with his audition tape? I couldn’t help but smile at how happy he looked in the picture. Before I knew it a small tear was forming in my eye. I don’t know why I was crying. We didn’t really have anything special. I bought coffee from him daily, we made small talk and that was it. It wasn’t like we had anything more than that, so why am I so upset?

A week had passed and I was back to the usual schedule. My roommate knew about my Zico issue and she agreed not to talk about it until I was ready. The thing is, there wasn’t really anything to talk about. I was probably nothing to him, he only wrote me that note to be nice. He could have written it to other girls as well.

            I avoided that coffee shop since that day. I refused to step foot in there, I feel like I would shatter with all the memories of him being there, and with the worker there knowing the situation I was in. I feel like he would keep bringing it up to me as to try to lighten the mood, but I just couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t, my heart was so broken now that I couldn’t even think straight, and everything seemed pointless. When did I become so in love with a boy that I barely knew?


-It's really short, I think I hit a bit of writers block, so I'm sorry. Hopefully the next chapter will be better...-