I stood there smiling while Gikwang kissed Song-E. I knew this day would come. I knew they'd have to give up on this whole "Oh we're just friends" bull crap. They were both so perfect and cute together. And I called it! I knew the whole time that Songkwang would live happily ever—

"Gikwang, stop," Song-E pulled away and hit Gikwang on the arm, "What was that for?"

Gikwang blinked, "I thought that's what you wanted…"

"What? What gave you that idea? You can't just barge in here and… and…" Song-E's lip was trembling. I blinked. What was going on?

Gikwang noticed me first, "Ah, h-hey Jinhwa. Welcome home!"

"Actually, I was just popping in but if you're busy—"

"No, we're not busy. You came at just the right time," Song-E looked from Gikwang to me, "Gikwang was just leaving."

Ouch. She was pissed at something. I looked at Gikwang consolingly, and he looked just as confused as me.

"But…" he tried to take Song-E's hand but she discreetly put it in her pocket.

"Okay, well… I'll be in touch. Thanks for the soup," Song-E pulled me inside and shut the door directly behind Gikwang. She leaned against the door and faced me. "What do I do?"

I just blinked at her, "Well if it were me, I wouldn't have pushed him away."

"No, you don't understand… It was a pity kiss. He feels sorry for me."

"You do sound pretty sad with your voice so hoarse," I admitted.

"Not for that," she groaned, clearly annoyed at me, "The twitter thing… and he's always telling me how I should've debuted a while ago but hell, not like I can fix that… And I know we're friends but I doubt he'd even be friends with me if he didn't just feel sorry for me."

I shook my head as if I had water in my ears, "Wait, what? What are you talking about?"

"You know that feeling that someone is just helping you because they take pity on you?" Song-E rubbed her eyes and walked toward the couch.

"Possibly…?"

"That's how it felt when he kissed me," she plopped down on the couch.

"You are making this up," I said in disbelief, "Can't you see how much he cares about you?"

"You're wrong," she said, annoyed, "He just feels obligated to pay attention to me because he knows how I feel about him. Why else would he say something like 'I thought that's what you wanted'? He just wants to make me feel better."

"Unni, that's really not it, believe me—" I tried to reason with her.

"If it's not, why are things so complicated between us? Why is everything so … confusing?"

I tried to think about this like Dongwoon tried to explain, "Well, he's got a lot of fans that would be all pissed if he had a girlfriend… And he's a really popular member of Beast, so he kind of has to be responsible for the other five guys."

"I don't want to be his 'girlfriend' or anything," she sighed, "I just want to feel that he cares about me."

I really didn't know how to convince her otherwise. I knew there was something she wasn't seeing in Gikwang. I could tell by the way he looked at her and touched her, even just barely, that she meant a lot to him. But I couldn't explain it to Song-E, so I just said, "I wish I knew what to say."

She sighed, "I'm going to go lay back down, I don't feel good."

I knew that had a lot to do with it. Song-E was a sweetheart, but when she's sick she won't let anyone help her because they're just "taking pity" on her. I couldn't believe she decided to have one of these moments now though. Now—of all times—now. It probably took a lot of courage on Gikwang's part to kiss her. And she tossed him out. The more I thought about it the angrier I got. But I had lost track of time in my thought and Song-E was already asleep on the couch.

It had been an insane day. Nothing was happening like it was supposed to. I went from being grumpy, to being an excited fangirl, to being an excited friend, and now I was grumpy again. In fact, my head began to hurt just by thinking about exactly what had happened to me that day.

Sungyeol. Wow. He was really cute in person.

I sat in the recliner by the couch and tried to watch a movie, but my eyes got heavy and I couldn't remember any part past the first 5 minutes.

I woke up a few hours later to Jaesoon yelling at me to get up.

"JINHWA GET UP AND TALK TO ME ABOUT YOUR DAY I WANT TO KNOW—"

"Jaesoon I already told you about Sungyeol," I laughed and stretched in the chair. Song-E was no longer on the couch. I wondered if she had went ahead and called it a night.

"But now we can fangirl together," Jaesoon seemed confused that I wasn't taking this as seriously as her. "Did you tell him about ATM?"

"You aren't understanding that I only saw this guy for … probably less than 5 minutes."

"But you got his number!"

Miyeon announced herself in the entrance and hurried into the living room, "Are we talking about Sungyeol?"

"Yes," Jaesoon answered while my lips formed "No."

"Okay tell us the ENTIRE story over again!" Miyeon squeezed herself in the recliner next to me, which made me laugh, but she and Jaesoon kept insisting I retell the story. So I did. Three times. And they were still gushing everywhere.

"How tall is he standing next to you?"

"Was he smiling?"

"Has he gained any weight yet?"

"Did he look tired?"

"They have a comeback coming up, don't they? Infinite does?"

"Was he sweet to you?"

"Did he say anything about Dongwoo?"

"Did he say anything about any of them?"

I blinked while they asked me these questions. I took a deep breath and answered them one by one, "He was a tiny bit taller than Dongwoon, he wasn't smiling too much but he was very friendly, he hasn't gained weight, he still looks like a toothpick, he did look a little tired, and there is a rumor that they'll be having a comeback soon but I don't know. He was very sweet to me, he didn't say anything about any of the other members," I took a deep breath and continued, "And, before you even ask, I'm not going to call him again tonight."

Miyeon and Jaesoon both pouted at the same time. I couldn't help but chuckle. I could understand their excitement.

"Let's learn the Before the Dawn dance," Jaesoon suggested.

Miyeon scoffed, "We can't even learn our own routine."

"But BTD is something completely different. I think we could so do it!"

I blinked at her and felt her forehead, "Are you feeling okay? I think your fever is coming back."

Jaesoon smacked my hand away but was smiling, "I'm serious! Could you imagine how fun it would be if we show them how awesome we were? Just think about it."

Just then, my phone started buzzing. Miyeon and Jaesoon squealed, thinking it was Sungyeol, but it ended up being Dongwoon. Miyeon got up so I could escape to the balcony of our dorm.

"Hi," I answered brightly.

"I just wanted to make sure you made it home okay."

"I'm here and safe," I assured him, "I got here hours ago."

"And…" he trailed off for a minute, "I wanted to say sorry for getting jealous."

"And…?" I knew there was more.

"Is Song-E around?" he asked nervously.

"She's asleep. Did Gikwang tell you what happened?" I asked sadly. "I feel terrible."

"Yeah, he told me. He wanted me to ask you not to tell the other girls. He doesn't want Song-E to feel bad about what happened."

"I think she already does," I said. It wasn't fully true, but I had a feeling that once Song-E started thinking about what had happened, she would regret it.

"He feels worse, I'm telling you. He didn't eat."

My jaw dropped. It was almost as bad as Doojoon not eating. "He didn't eat? What's he doing now?"

"When I left the dorm he was on the couch tossing a tennis ball in the air. But he was in his grumpy clothes," Dongwoon said it like it was nothing but I smiled. It amazed me how much the Beast guys had learned about each other. Who pays attention to what clothes people wear in a certain mood? People who were around each other every minute of every day. I hoped ATM would be that close one day.

"Do you think he's tried to call her or anything?"

"No way," Dongwoon said, sounding like he had food in his mouth, "He's going to wait for her to say something to him. So make sure she does, soon. Even if she just says hi or something, he'll spill. He's like that."

"Song-E isn't going to say anything," I said, "She's going to wait for him."

"Hmm," Dongwoon sighed, "Then we have a small problem."

We were both quiet for a minute. Finally, Dongwoon said, "I guess we just need to stay out of this one. It's gotten out of our hands."

I silently agreed. He knew.

"Things will work themselves out," he said positively.

"What about Doojoon and Jaesoon?"

"That I don't know," Dongwoon sighed, "You stop worrying about your unnis, and I'll stop worrying about my hyungs. We should be carefree maknaes."

I laughed, "Are you kidding? Leaders may be the spokesperson of the group but the maknae is the true backbone."

Dongwoon chuckled, but then he was quiet again. For a while, I thought he had hung up.

"Things between me and you are going to work themselves out, too," he said after a long pause.

"Things between me and you? What needs to be worked out?" I asked.

"Eh? Oh. Nothing. Just, you know, me being jealous you have a new buddy."

I was skeptical to believe him, but I let it slide this time, "Then of course they'll work out. You'll always be my best friend, you know that."

"Yes, Jinhwa, I know that," my reassurance seemed to only make him more frustrated, so I didn't say anything else. Things were quiet for a while again.

"Well I'm going to bed," he said, finally. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight oppa," I said cheerfully and hung up. I cleared my brain of him. I didn't feel like trying to translate his weird signals and hidden messages. I just wanted to put an end to the weirdest day of my life.

"Jinhwa, have you eaten?" Miyeon was stirring god-knows-what-in-a-pot, but I wasn't feeling hungry at all after all the cooking I did at Dongwoon's today.

"Yeah," I lied, "I'm gonna go lay down. I think Song-E is already asleep, too."

"Okay, sleep well punkin," Miyeon said teasingly.

"Goodnight, maknae!" Jaesoon said with a mouth full of food. It looked like sweets. She was so cute.

I crept quietly into the room I was sharing with Song-E for this week and got into bed without making any noise.

"Hey, Jinhwa?" Song-E asked as soon as I was in bed.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think I overreacted to Gikwang a little?"

I thought about how to answer this. I wanted to say yes, but I didn't want to make her feel bad because I understood she had her reasons.

"Maybe a little bit," I said honestly, "But you can't help how you feel."

"The more I think about it, the more I want to go back and time and let him keep kissing me," she said casually. She was no longer upset. She was just sorta blank now. Probably because she was tired and sick.

"Whatever there is between you and him is far from over," I said, "You should call him or something tomorrow."

"I think I will," she said and yawned, "Thanks, Jinhwa."

"I didn't do anything," I was confused why she was thanking me.

"You don't have to… You didn't tell the other two, did you?"

"No," I said honestly, "I didn't want to embarrass you."

"Thanks for that, then," Song-E said. I smiled to myself.

"Goodnight, unni," I said quietly.

"Goodnight, maknae," Song-E said with a yawn.

I didn't want to dream at all that night. I didn't want to see Sungyeol or even Hoya, or any other Infinite member. I didn't want to see Gikwang and Song-E kissing. I especially didn't want to see Dongwoon. The more I thought how badly I didn't want to dream about him, the more clouded my head got with his weird signals. What between us needs to be worked out? Was there something I was missing? I wanted to ask him but I also knew he wouldn't tell me. I was scared of things getting complicated. Truth is, I had no idea what complicated was. But that was about to change, for sure.