Chapter 18

Chen

I couldn’t stop thinking about Alex when I came home. “Yoon Residence,” I murmured, entered the kitchen, and placed the bottles of beer on the table that I had purchased.

What was he thinking about as he approached the massive gate? What was the name of the old lady? Is she aware of anything about Alex?

Since we first met in university, I haven’t seen him so depressed in all my years of knowing him.

Most of the time, he appears cool, aloof, and detached, as if he is only concerned with himself and the band. He couldn’t care less about the bitter rivalry that exists between our bands.

After all, he may be a warm and caring person underneath it all.

If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t stay up all night to babysit – or even kiss – the person he despises.

Me.

Regardless, he did. People only see him through the mask he has constructed. But, deep inside, I want to see the genuine guy whenever I see him thinking intently in front of that house.