Ah Young POV:

It’s almost two year since we can’t see each other, but we still comunicating well through phone. Jonghyun doing good in his training as basketball player. And I, doing good in my preparation to become a teacher. While study, I try to complate the mission for Jonghyun’s birthday present. Today is my birthday, there isn’t cake to celebrate it but appa and omma come to Daegu yesterday and we eat togather. There is someone who I’m waiting to wish me happy birthday, it’s okay there isn’t present from him, just wish me happy birthday from far. When I correcting my manga drawing, he call me,

“Hello..hello..birthday girl...,” he said his greeting to me.

“Why?, if you don’t have a present for me, don’t call me birthday girl,” I start joking.

“Wah..uri Young...I call you to confirm it, there isn’t package that arrive at your room?,” he asking question that I don’t understand.

“What are you talking about?.”

“A package from Seoul, birthday girl. My present, ah that delivery service, he said that they can sent it as fast as wind,” he make a joke, “what are you doing?.”

“I still don’t understand what package are you talking about, I still don’t recieve anything. I’m doing my hoby, so how is your training today?,” we comfortably asking about our activities. We talk not too long, in ten minutes he end the talk,

“Just wait the package, I’ll end it here birthday girl, I’ll go to collage. Have a nice day,” and he end the call.

In the afternoon, a package placed in front of my room. The package that he talked a few hours ago. My present from him, two sketchbook, a pack of pencil, and eraser. There is birthday card,

Hey..birthday girl...Happy birthday

just that present from me, those are from my own money

Don’t say that my present are not creative...

I help you to save much money with those thing, hehe..

Hope you can make a good drawing with my present

I wish only happy things will happen this year...

Be a good teache, comeback to Seoul...and meet your handsome friend.

 “Eii..those present is not that creative. Anyway, thank you Jjong..” After placed Jonghyun’s present in the wardrobe, I open my email and send an email for my manga teacher in Seoul. I’ve done my first manga, so I want my teacher correct it and print out for me. When my email sent to my teacher, I look up and there is a new mail, from Jin So,

“Wah...Oh Jin So, it has been so long,” I open his email and read it. I get shocked when I scrolled the mouse down, “what are you doing, Oh Jin So?, are you crazy?,”

Hallo...Kim Ah Young, How are you..?

You never contact me from that day, I tried to called you

but your number not active. Do you try to avoid me?

My reason to send an email for you today is..because..

today is your birthday, and I want give you a nice present

I found that three months ago in school rooftop

Hope you like it, and I wish you happy birthday...

There is a picture. It’s my writing in rooftop wall, he found that and took picture. But, why he sent it to me?, is he threatening me?. He didn’t sent it to Jonghyun too, right?. I reach my phone and try to call Jonghyun, but I stop it, “wait, the person who I have to call right now is Jin So, not Jonghyun..ah I don’t have Jin So number..it’s so frustating.”

Jonghyun POV:

My daily activities are really boring, for almost two years doing same thing. Going to collage, after that training until late..tomorrow will be the same. Sometime, Bo Ram will come to my training place, give food that she make and have brief chit chat. But still, I feel there is something lost in my activities. Seeing her face everyday included in my daily activities, but in this past year, I can’t do that activity because she is in Daegu. So, maybe because of it I feel my daily activities are really boring.

“Yah..Hong Jong Hyun, your phone rang, you don’t hear?,” my friend shout make me comeback to my sense. I open the messege from unknown number, an image show up in my phone screen,

“What is this?, ‘thank you for being my friend in my tired school days. When he won’t hear my stories, you replace him’. Who is the sender and why he/she sent this kind of messege to me?,” I in deep thought, try to remember who is the one who share his/her stories to me, Ah Young?. But this messege is like the sender took a picture, not write the messege him/her self, ahh..it’s so brothersome.

“The sender is, your friend who want to say thank you to you, end. Don’t overly thinking about that kind of messege, just take the best conclusion so that it don’t bother you anymore,” my friend give me an advice and in the end I follow his advice, not overly thinking about it. I put my phone in locker and start to train my self for next month competition.