The sound of a light rain tickled against the glass window. The sun wouldn't make an appearance today, but the light of the day was starting to peek through the blinds. I didn't want to get up. I had been awake a while; my head lay on Dongwoon's chest and I listened to his slow and steady breathing. But I was so comfortable that I didn't want to move. He was warm, and his body felt different than I imagined. Even though he had a muscular torso, he was soft to lay your head on. I always figured he was more like a rock—instead he made a great pillow.

I peeked up at his face. His mouth was slightly open, but no sound came out. I didn't want to wake him up, but he begged me the night before to wake him up before I went to practice. I rested my chin on him and traced his bottom lip with my thumb. His eyelids fluttered a little but there was no change in his breathing or position to let me assume he was awake. I traced his upper lip, glad that I had waited before doing it. If I had to pick a favorite physical trait about Dongwoon, I'd choose his lips. Especially when he had his mouth slightly open like he did now. They were perfect.

His eyelids fluttered a bit harder and he took a sharp breath. I felt his shoulders tense as he began to stretch his arms. He blinked at me sleepily a few times and I moved my hand to his cheek instead of his lips.

"Wakey-wakey, sleepy head," I said as softly as possible. He yawned hugely and scratched his head.

"Is it really time for you to go?" he asked, voice still full of sleep.

I rested my cheek on his chest while he looked down at me, "Unfortunately…"

He cleared his throat and put a hand in my hair, "Well good morning, girlfriend."

"Good morning, boyfriend," I chuckled and pushed myself up from his chest, "I'm going to make some coffee, so take your time getting out of bed."

He rolled onto his side and watched me as I stood up and stretched out my back. "How about you just wake me back up when the coffee is ready?"

I laughed, "You don't have to get up. But I knew you'd be mad at me if I left you sleeping."

He stared at me for a minute with his arm under the pillow and his eyes still glassy from sleep, "No, I'll get up. I just need a minute. What time is it?"

"7:15. I need to leave in 30 minutes."

He started to yawn and said, "Just start coffee then come back in here." I nodded and started the coffee like he said. I took this opportunity to check my phone. It was in my bag that I had left by the couch. Initially, I was going to sleep there. But Dongwoon convinced me to lay with him for a little while. I didn't lust for him yet, but I was nervous for what could have been going through his head. Luck was on my side—we really did just lie there together. It was peaceful. There was no stress about anything anymore. Not between us anyway…

My phone had died during the night, so I plugged up in the kitchen to at least turn it on and check my messages. As it loaded up, it started to vibrate nonstop. One. Two. Three. Four… Ten. Ten vibrations. I shook my head. I had 2 voicemails, 6 texts from Sungyeol, 1 from Song-E, and 1 from Jaesoon. Really, Sungyeol? I knew who those two voicemails were from. I would listen to them on my walk to practice, but I could read the texts real quick.

( You're probably the most ridiculous person I've ever met. Stop fooling yourself and just call me back. )

( Okay, you're really not going to answer? Fine. )

( Look, I'm sorry… Maybe I just don't know how to take rejection. )

( You could at least text me back. )

( Your phone must be dead… even someone as stubborn as you wouldn't be this heartless. Just let me know when you get this. I want to apologize. )

( You know what? The only thing I have to be sorry for is the way I talked to you. But I still meant it. You and I have feelings for each other that we need to talk about. I'm not Dongwoon, but I could be something good for you if you'd let me. You don't even HAVE to let me. Just talk to me. Let's clear this up. I'll talk to you tomorrow. )

I sighed. Why did this have to happen now?

( Don't be late for practice tomorrow! I'm serious! )

( If you plan on doing anything, make sure you're careful! As in, wear protection! )

I blushed at Jaesoon's message. Did she think I was that kind of girl? How offensive.

"Jinhwa, where are you? I'm cold!" Dongwoon called from his room. I laughed and kept my phone plugged up by the couch to go join him under the covers.

"You're a big baby," I poked his sides and he hissed.

"Your hands are cold! I changed my mind, get out of my bed," Dongwoon teasingly pushed me with his feet.

"Yah, oppa!" I laughed, "Get your nasty feet away from me!"

Things were exactly as they used to be… except they ended in kissing.

I left a few minutes late, but what really killed me on time was the subway. With all the rain, the railways were much busier. It gave me enough time that, by the time I got to practice, I had completely forgotten about Sungyeol. I could hear the other girls behind the doors of the practice room, laughing. But there were more voices than I was used to in there. Male voices. Who was in there?

Sure enough, when I opened the door, there they were: all 7 members of Infinite, their manager, and their choreographer. Great. I avoided Sungyeol's eyes, stuffing my hands in my pocket looking for my phone. I didn't feel it anywhere. I set my bag down in the back while everyone kept talking and searched for it, certain that I had put it—wait.. where did I put it? I took it out of my bag, plugged it in the wall at Dongwoon's… then I left it there. Awesome. This day was going just spectacularly.

"Jinah, you're late," Jaesoon teased, obviously in a giddy as hell mood.

"I left my phone…" I said quietly, "Can one of you call Dongwoon and tell him to bring it to me on his way in?"

"Sure," Jaesoon blinked, "Oh, I don't have his number."

I sighed. I'd have to ask Song-E but she was talking to Jiyoon, Woohyun, and Myungsoo. In between their crowd and me was Sungyeol and the choreos. I could feel his eyes on me. It made me feel terrible because I still got that familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach when he was around. I was officially with Dongwoon now, but being around Sungyeol was still hard.

"Why are they here?" I asked Jaesoon, who had separated from Dongwoo only momentarily.

"Some sort of choreography clash. They wanted to see our BTD dance, too. Plus Jiyoon said it would be a good idea to get some good dance practice with idols."

I just rolled my eyes, "We could've gone with Beast."

"Beast is busy with the comeback," Jaesoon defended.

"Infinite is busy, too," I complained.

"What's your problem?" Jaesoon asked, grabbing my hand to help me off the floor from putting my sneakers on.

"Me? Nothing," I said nonchalantly, "Just grouchy, I guess."

"Jinhwa," Sungyeol came over and smiled like nothing was wrong between us. I could see in his eyes—he was begging me to play along.

"Oppa," I said as enthusiastically as I could, "Long time no see!"

"Jinhwa, I need a cup of coffee. Can you show me to some sort of break room?" he was standing right in front of me and the smile was gone from his face.

"S-sure," I said, "Just follow me." I turned and led Sungyeol out to the hallway.

"Somewhere they won't walk in on us, please," he suggested, "I talked to Song-E before you got here."

"About me?" I felt a knot in my stomach as I opened a door to an empty conference room.

"And Dongwoon… so you didn't come home last night," Sungyeol sat on the table in the room and I shut the door and turned the light on.

"We didn't do anything," I said, almost rolling my eyes.

"Are you with him now?" he asked, but I could hear the regret in his voice. He didn't want to know the answer. So I just looked at him. "You know that doesn't make my situation any easier. I still like you."

"Sungyeol," I whined, "Please. I hate this… crap! You don't like me, okay?"

"But I do, Jinhwa," he said quietly, looking at his feet.

"What if we try hanging out again? You said you didn't like me until we had been apart so… maybe you just missed having a normal friend around," I pushed his shoulder and he peeked up at me, appalled that I had pushed him. Then a smile slowly crept onto his face.

"You're really annoying sometimes," he said teasingly.

"Look who's talking!" I said loudly and hit his arm, "You're annoying, too, Lee Sungyeol!"

"At least I don't hit you!" he said, pretending to be super offended. He stood up straight and we play-fought in each other's faces.

"You act like it hurt!"

"Well, maybe it did!"

"Then you're a pansy, oppa."

"No, you're just a big monkey with big hands!"

"Yahhhh, I'm not a monkey!" I tried to push his chest but he grabbed my hands and laughed. I couldn't help but laugh, too, even though the distance between us was barely a distance at all. I could feel his hot breath on the top of my head. Don't look up, Jinhwa. Don't look up.

"Hey… Jinhwa," Sungyeol said, still breathing off his laugh.

"Yeah?" I asked, still closer to his chest than I wanted to be.

"I just want to know one thing," he let go of me and let me take a step back before asking, "Could it ever be me?"

I took a deep breath, "I don't know. There's a lot more to it than you could ever imagine."

"Give me a yes or no," he said seriously, "I want to be able to give up or keep fighting."

"Then I would say no," I said honestly, "Even if things don't last between Dongwoon and I, he will take a part of me that I could never give to someone else."

"Is there a part of you that I have that you could never give to anyone else?" he asked. He was searching for something to hold on to. Something to fight for. So I lied.

"No," I said, "There's nothing."

He looked down and swallowed. I was scared he was going to cry, but instead he popped right up and smiled. "Oh well, then."

I just watched as he made his way toward the door. I followed him out and then lead him back to the practice room we were in. Dongwoon was waiting outside the door, smiling and waving. He must not have read the messages, otherwise Sungyeol and I walking back from god-knows-where alone would look suspicious.

"You forgot your phone," Dongwoon said with a pout, and watched Sungyeol let himself in the practice room before hugging me. "How am I supposed to talk to you all day if you don't have your phone?"

"Oppaaa you're soaking wet!" I patted his clothes, "And you're still in sweats. You should've just brought it on your way into practice today."

"Well I texted you after you left to tell you I missed you already, and I heard your phone buzz from the couch. So I figured I'd bring it to you now… that way I could see you again," Dongwoon touched his nose to mine and couldn't fight the smile from his eyes.

"So thoughtful of you," I said, pulling away to tap his nose with my index finger and slip my phone from his hand, "Don't you have a jacket? Or an umbrella?"

"I was in a hurry," he pouted, "I'll call someone to pick me up."

"You're not too far from Cube," I said, "Just borrow Jiyoon's umbrella. She'll get it back at some point today."

Dongwoon chuckled a little bit, "At one of many many points of the day."

I raised an eyebrow, "Do you see Jiyoon often?"

Dongwoon laughed, "Of course I do… Did you not know?"

"Know what?" I pushed his chest playfully, "Are you secretly dating her, too?"

"Nope," he smiled, "You really don't know?"

"I guess not," I rolled my eyes, "Now tell me!"

He stared blankly at me, "Jiyoon-noona and Doojoon-hyung are dating."