“What are you doing yesterday in the swimming pool,” Miyoung approached Jongin and Ahyoung, “with a girl?” she asked.

Jongin dragged Miyoung along with him to another place where nobody could see them. “I didn’t come with a girl. But yes, I was swimming yesterday. You know, I’m busy.”

She forced herself to laugh, “Busy? Busy flirting another girl?”

“You know I want you to back, you know I still love you, could you not make everything seems difficult? Just come back to me, Miyoung!”

“Do you really mean it?”

He nodded, “I do.”

“Jongin, it’s scary that everything you’re saying to me could be a lie.” Miyoung looked at Jongin’s eyes, almost tearing up. “I’m such a crybaby these days.” She blinked her eyes many times to prevent the tears.

“Can you please, trust me? Let’s start over, Miyoung.” He pleaded, holding Miyoung’s hands.

But she shook her head, “I cannot. It’s hard to trust you when you’re lying to me for even a little thing. Do you know what?” she let go of his hands and smiled, “I came to the swimming pool yesterday and met your coach. I don’t know who’s the girl, but I’m one hundred percents sure he said you came with a girl. And you just lied to me.”

Jongin didn’t move an inch, because he knew, he’s in a big trouble (again).

“It’s okay if you’re coming with a girl, I will try to understand since we already broke up, I couldn’t do anything about it. But, do you have to lie? Isn’t it better to be honest even though it’s bitter? And you have to know that I was mad to you when you smoke again, because I know you’re always suffered when you feel your asthma, you can’t even swim… and it’s almost the Olympics. I’m worried about you, Jongin.” She his face slowly, then Jongin caught her hands, didn’t want to let it go. “Yes, I still love you too, Jongin. But I’m really disappointed in you that I need some times to see your will to get me back.”

“…Miyoung, don’t…” he grabbed her hands even tighter, “Nobody knows you as much as I do.”

“And nobody knows you as much as I do, don’t be anyone else, Jongin.”

∞

“How could I still eat by myself in the dining table when my son’s already here, living with me.”

But Mark didn’t say anything, he’s just changing the TV channel, didn’t know what he wanted to watch. He was hurt to see his Dad has to eat his dinner by himself in the dining table, he was hurt to imagine how his Dad has to aged by himself without her family around. That’s why he decided to move to Korea. But he’s still awkward with the situation, he’s not used to eat with his Dad.

He’s not used to live with his Dad.

“I’m sorry because I forced you to attend my school. If you still feel uncomfortable, I will let you transfer school this time.”

“No need.” He answered.

“Why? Do you already found the reason to attend school?”

Before Mark could answered his Dad’s question (even though he d