She insisted on walking home with him, so now he had to pretend that he was sick to his parents.

His mother had urged him to lie down and rest, and then she had invited Eunji in so she could stay with him in his room for a while.

A girl that I sort of like in my room alone. Mom, what were you thinking?

He was sprawled on his bed now, while Eunji looked around his room curiously. She was hovering over his desk, where sheets of music and unfinished compositions lay scattered.

And then he remembered something important.