I didnt hear from Jiyong again for two weeks. I figured he didn't like me giving him the brush off. Or he was just really busy and didnt have time. I decided to believe the second so I wouldn't get angry at him.
I finally moved into my own apartment, I bought furniture, decor, and electronics online and had it all delivered.
I texted Jiyong my new address but never recieved a response from him. I tried not to let it get to me to much. I also bought a car so I could get around.
One night at about 11pm when I was fixing to go to bed I heard a knock on my door. I was confused who it would be. I didnt have friends here really accept Jiyong and from what I could tell he was pissed at my rejection of him.
I opened the door and gasped when I saw Jiyong standing there.
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"Jiyong, hi, I was just heading to bed," I said but I opened the door and stepped aside so he could come in.
"Im sorry, I should have let you know I was coming, I can go," he said and his voice sounded sad despite the smile he was giving me. Jiyong always tried to hide his real emotions but his eyes always told the truth.
"No its fine, come in," I said and was relieved when he finally stepped inside my apartment.
He sat down on my couch and I went to the kitchen. I didnt have much because I hadn't been to the store yet but I had made iced raspberry tea and I brought out to glasses and offered him one.
"Thank you," he said and I nodded and sat on the other side drawing my knees to my chest. I was glad I was wearing flannel pajama pants and a black oversized t-shirt. It was more clothes then I usually slept in but I had been a little cold.
"Im sorry I haven't been in contact recently, been busy at work." He said sipping at the tea I gave him.
"Its fine, you dont have to apologize. I know you have a hectic life," I said placing my glass on the coffee table.
"I thought you were angry at me because of what happened after dinner that night," I admitted to him.
He looked at me and set his own glass on the coffee table.
"No, im not," he said and his voice sounded tired and it wasnt the kind of tired that went away with sleep. Its the kind of tired that gets etched into your bones and stays there regardless of how much sleep you get.
I felt so bad for him. He was so young and put himself under so much stress and pressure. I remembered watching the MADE movie and seeing him suffer from heat-stroke made me cry. I wished I could of been there for him when that happened. He had looked so weak and sick I just wanted to wrap my arms around him and hold him while he slept for 10years.
"My girlfriend and I broke up offically a few days ago. She got fed up I wouldn't sleep with her, she cheated on me with a kpop idol at a different agency." He said and he showed me the candid camera photo of a beautiful asian model that I had seen pictures of before, liplocked with a korean man that I knew was in a group that recently debuted. I didn't follow all of kpop really. Just Jiyong and BIGBANG.
