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Chapter 5: Head in the clouds

I sat down with Jisung as he dug into his slice of Cheesecake. A cute, chubby cheeked smile crossed his face with delight as he took bite after bite until it was all gone. Jeongin watched as I watched Jisung eat. It looked like a scene out of a Nickelodeon show; When the guy likes the girl and is watching her but she likes the guy and is watching him do something totally random. Only difference (besides the fact that we weren't part of an American TV channel for children) was that I didn't have a crush on Jisung, and I don't think Jeongin liked me in that way either.

It didn't take long for him to finish eating the slice of Cheesecake. No, he was wolfing it down too fast to take any time whatsoever.

"The Cheesecake here is so good!" He exclaimed in joy as he turned to compliment Jeongin's baking. Jeongin tried to turn away to make it look as if he wasn't watching me, but it was pretty obvious. Mainly since Jisung caught him red handed just in time. "You're amazing." He finished saying.

Jeongin forced a smile. "Thank you. I've been baking since I was young."

It was almost as if Jisung completely ignored what Jeongin said because he turned to me, switching the topic entirely.

"How long have you been working here? You know, it was hell trying to find you." He explained. I backed up a bit, sitting up straight in my chair.

"I've always wanted to work here. Didn't I tell you before?" I asked him, moving my hair out of my eyes so I could see.

He shrugged. "Yeah. I just didn't think you'd start working so early. Fifteen-"

"-Sixteen." I corrected him. Has he really forgotten that much about me? Time really does change people. More importantly, it changes and erases memories as it pleases. I had to admit that's always been one of the worst parts of growing up.

"I swear, my mind is somewhere else today," He joked. I picked up his plate for him.

"Don't worry," I said before heading to the kitchen. "Happens to the best of us." Sighing, I looked at Jeongin.

I could feel Jisung's eyes watching my every move. Jeongin seemed bothered and uncomfortable by him. He shot me a look as if silently saying "this man is on my turf. Get him off." Setting down the dish into the sink, I glanced over at Jisung. This time he was scrolling through his phone. Catching Jeongin off guard, I grabbed his sleeve, dragging him to the back.

"What's wrong?" He asked me, sounding genuinely concerned.

"What's up with you and Jisung? Y'all are acting like you are mortal enemies from a different dimension. I can feel it when you look in my direction, you know?"

He looked slightly embarrassed, but tried to stand his ground. "He gives me bad vibes, Rosa. I know he's your friend... it's just that I don't like him at all. I don't think he remembers you anyways."

He had a point. Not a very solid one, but it was still a point.

"Something's going on though. I agree that he doesn't seem very... in it. I just can't figure out what's throwing me off though."

"I think he does drugs,"

"No he doesn't,"

"I'm sure he does. Did you see the way he looked restless? The look in his eyes..."

This conversation was getting annoying. I stayed quiet, trying to get another glimpse of Jisung. I don't think he was on drugs. It would be more obvious. Like, c'mon. It's Jisung. If he were on drugs, he'd be bouncing off the walls like a damn squirrel. Or he'd be in bed right now.

"Listen," Jeongin said, making me turn to look back at him. Our eyes met as he grasped my hands in his. "I don't trust him. Please be careful."

Not once in the last couple of years I've known him has he ever touched me like this before. We've always stayed at least a foot apart at all times. Now he was starting to become more touchy than his usual self.

I smiled at him in the most unintentionally, least reassuring way possible. "I'll be fine, Jeongin." I could tell he held his breath at the sound of his name. Why was he so worried all of a sudden? Everything's going to be alright, I swear it will.

Leaving him alone in the back, I proceeded to head towards Jisung again. "Sorry it took so long. I forgot the cupcakes needed to be frosted." I lied. I felt bad for lying, but on the bright side he fell for it.

"Of course. Also, I really missed you Rose. I'm sorry my memory's been so loopy these days. I just can't get over the truama that I experienced." He sounded so serious that it was beginning to scare me.

"What trauma?" I questioned.

He began to shake in fear. I didn't want to scare him by making him remember, but I wasn't going to let this slide. "Rosa..." He started whispering to me, leaning over the table a bit. From the corner of my eye I could see Jeongin watching us from behind the counter. I already knew he was trying to eavesdrop on what we were saying. I ignored him.

"Rosa...." He repeated again. "What if I told you... There are such things as aliens. I've seen them. They kill people. And they don't do the whole 'magic spaceship' bull crap you see on TV. They bled into humans and kill. They feed off of us. It tried to kill me, I swear to God it did."

I didn't know how to take this. Whatever happened must've been either really traumatic, or he was just messing around. I shook my head feeling slightly disappointed and foolish. Please. Aliens don't exist.

"Changbin," He said. I turned to look at him. What about Changbin?

"Hyunjin," Hyunjin?

"And Minho," All witnessed the alien thing with you?

"Are gone,"

I froze.

They're gone.