I woke up, feeling warm and cosy. I felt someone's chest heaving and rubbed my eyes to open them.

I widened them, seeing who I was with. Jisoo. She's actually here.

My head throbbed and I hissed. It hurt a lot. I think I drank too much. I was about to get up when a pair of hands brought my head down, managing my scalp. I couldn't help but let out a moan, it felt good.

"Stay here if your head hurts, " She said, eyes closed.

"I was going to take a bath. You don't like the smell."

"Shut up and let me look after you." Her eyes opened and I nodded, letting her massage my head. "Get up and in the bath. I need to clean you."

"Chu, I can clean myself." I sat up and smiled at her. I quickly stopped smiling when she called at me. Gosh, she's scary.

"Do you want me to forgive you?" I looked down at my hands that were on my knees. I looked away and nodded. "Then get in the bath."

"Alright..." I sighed, getting up and going to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and took my clothes off, putting them in the laundry basket. I went in and waited, letting my body warm up.

I heard shuffling around and the shower curtains opened, revealing a very naked Jisoo. I felt my face flush. No matter how many times I see it, her body is just amazing.

"What? You're acting like you've never seen me." She came in, moving next to me so she could hit the water too. "Scoot over, fat ass."

I chuckled, missing her. I stood behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist as I let my chest rest on her back. I rested my head on her shoulder and felt the water go down my back.

Two types of relaxation. She hummed, tilting her head to the side. "I missed you, " I said. "I missed you so damn much."

She didn't say anything, turning around and hugging me. "I did too."

We stayed like that for a while till she pushed me and turned me around, grabbing the soap to wash my back. "You reek of beer."

I chuckled, seeing her flushed face in the tiles.

We walked hand in hand into the company. We were greeted and I was taken away from her. We had separate at practises. I was singing and she was obviously doing the keyboard.

We had another competition in a couple of weeks. After our last, we gained some fame. Our Instagram followers have gone up and sometimes we're stopped in the streets to take pictures.

It's really fun. I get so happy being stopped by fans in the streets.

I did what I was meant to for hours. It was vocal training. I had to get used to higher notes and not strain my voice. Not going to lie, it's frustrating but I know it'll be worth it.

We finished at around 10 pm and we were on our way home. Her hand was in mine and I could feel her doze off sometimes. I missed her so much. She never lets me talk about it or explain myself. She said it's better if we just forget.

"Are you tired?" I chuckled, holding her hand tighter when she almost tripped. She nodded, moving her hair away from her face. I got in front of her and bent down. "Hop on."

"I'm heavy, " She pouted.

"No, you're not."

"Okay..." She used her remaining energy to hop on my back. I stood up and carried her. It wasn't long before she was asleep on my shoulders.

"I love you so much, Chu."

I wrapped her in a blanket. It rained white heavy on our way home and the next day, she woke up sick. She was on the couch, wrapped like a burrito whilst I had soup cooking for her.

"How do you feel?"

"Like shit, " She said moodily. We took the day off for practising as she needed some rest. She whined, slumping into the couch and kicking her legs. My mother was out today, something about posting a letter to my dad.

I watched her as she whined about her nose being stuffed and her head hurting. "I have some soup on."

"I'm cold." She opened up her arms.

"Eat first."

"Ugh, " She groaned, turning around. I chuckled, rolling my eyes and shaking my head when I went back to the kitchen to check the soup. I poured it into the bowl and blew on it when I came out.

The smell must've been nice because she perked up, wrapping the blanket more around her. She opened her mouth and I sat beside her to feed her. She drank it all, laying down, a refreshing sigh coming from her. "That was yummy."

"Want to cuddle now?"

"What if you'll get sick too?"

"It's either practice or cuddle. Pick one." I opened up my arms, knowing what the answer would be. She crawled in them, kissing my jaw before cuddling me. "Cuddle? I thought I'd get sick?"

"I'm not well, shut up." I chuckled, caressing her hair.

"I'm kidding, baby."

There was silence.

"Chae?"

I hummed,

"Do you think we can become famous? Like my Eomma? Or is it hopeless?" I stopped playing with her hair and thought for a while.

"Hopeless? I'm sure you can achieve it if you wanted to."

"I don't think it's possible anymore, " She sighed, nuzzling into my neck. I wrapped her tighter in the blanket and started up into the ceiling, wondering what she meant. "I don't feel confident."

I furrowed my brows. To me, Jisoo is always confident. She lives herself and never puts herself down. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I just feel like I won't be able to beat her."

"You will, honey."

She nodded, closing her eyes. I rubbed her back and it wasn't long till she has fallen asleep. I took out my phone and let her relax whilst I put my earphones in and listened to some music.

I missed this.

All of us.