~Jaejoong's POV~

I wracked my brains of what to do next.

____________ is mad at me because she thinks I'm cheating on her.

And her friends shoot me glares.

I sighed.

She wouldn't pick up her phone either.

I don't know if she's busy or if she's ignoring me on purpose.

It's probably the second one.

I selected Changmin in my contacts.

Did _________ tell you anything..?

No. But some people say you weren't treating her right. If it's true... Do your prayers.

I winced.

Ani, it's not what it looks like.

Oh really? Well _________ was crying into Taeyeon's shoulder the yesterday. Explain that.

She was crying?!

Well what did I just say, sherlock?

I winced again at his edginess.

We kinda got into a fight.

Yeah, and you kinda broke up?

Yeah...

Thought so.

I bit my lip.

So Changmin should know what __________ is thinking now.

..Can you do me a favor?

A FAVOR?!?!?! After what you did to __________????

It's only a small one. Please?

It took him a while to respond.

He was probably thinking.

Fine. What is it?

After we fought, I didn't really talk to her. And I know she's really mad at me. I tried calling her, but she isn't picking up. And when I called her house, Taemin told me she left to a business trip. Well I guess that was a cover-up for wherever she's going. But can you...

How should I say this?

Shoot. I accidentally pressed send.

"Ugh!" I grumbled in frustration.

Changmin texted back.

Can I tell you where she is? No. I don't have a clue. And she's probably not picking up because she's mad... most likely. There's a small chance that she's actually on full schedule... I heard she went to retrieve the footage from the criminals...

My eyes widened.

Retrieve the footage?!?!? All by herself?!?!?!

I swallowed.

Thanks, Changmin.

No problem.

I chucked my phone across the room, and it landed lightly on the table.

I let the idea of receiving any important phone calls slip from my mind and left to the Departments.

 

~Your POV~

So far, no progress.

I clicked my telescope back in place.

From what I investigated, they aren't going to do anything until tomorrow or the day after.

I kicked back in my chair.

What can I do to pass time?

An idea lit up in my head.

Brilliant.

I can go shopping! After all, this is Tokyo.

 

I let all my worries evaporate for a while.

My mind concentrated on clothes.

And only clothes.

"That looks lovely on you!" the store clerk marveled.

I gazed in the mirror.

"Does it?" I wondered, half to myself.

"Of course!" she answered.

"Doesn't it make me look a bit... old?" I pointed out.

"Not at all! You can wear this to a date! I'm sure your boyfriend will love it!" she exclaimed.

"O-Oh. Okay," I replied, depressed all over again by the thought of the word boyfriend.

"Why? Don't you have one?" the clerk asked, "you're so pretty. A guy would be stupid not to fall for you and treat you well."

I laughed half-heartedly.

"Thanks. I'll take this," I told her and her face lit up happily.

"It'll be with the cashier then!"

I successfully faked a smile.

Her words repeated in my head.

A guy would be stupid not to fall for you and treat you well.

I let out a small sigh.

Either she's lying, or Jaejoong is a total jerk.

I grabbed my phone and dialed his number.

I'll give him one last chance.

I waited.

No one picked up.

I waited some more.

I rolled my eyes.

"Fine. I gave you a chance, so don't tell me I didn't," I hissed and ended the call.

 

I browsed stores till the end of of the day.

The thoughts of Jaejoong had escaped my mind sometime at lunch.

My arms were heavy, but my spirit was lifted.

I happily closed the door to the hotel room.

Time to check on my little friends next door.

I put down my bags and peered through the telescope.

"Why are you guys so boring?" I muttered to myself.

But all for the better.

Now I can sit back...and relax.

My phone rang for the hundreth time since I was here.

I picked it up irritably.

Sure enough, it was Jaejoong.

I was about to close my phone, but my hand decided otherwise.

"Mhmm?" I said.

"________?" his voice sounded concerned.

"Yeah?" I replied flatly.

"Where are you? Are you ok?" he asked.

"Tsk~ Why would you care? I'm fine though," I answered.

 There was a pause.

"You sure?" he asked again.

I sighed.

"Yeah. At least, I am physically," I told him.

"....Well, I'm sorry for not picking up earlier. I left my phone at home," he sounded sincere, but I can't trust him anymore.

He was going to ramble on with apologies, I knew he was.

"I'm busy. So if you don't mind, I'm hanging up," I said curtly.

Without waiting for a response, I clicked my phone shut.

I gazed out the window.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movements.

I scrambled to get the telescope.

"Aish. I thought you guys said it was tomorrow!" I complained to myself.

I slipped into my boots and headed out the door.