4

Entering inside the house the entire area was filled with the sweet smell of something delicious. I walked to the kitchen and I saw Amarie behind the gas cooker.

I took a seat on the stool by the kitchen counter. "Welcome home sis," she said without doing as much as turning to face me.

My eyes went to the fridge and then to the cabinets that were slightly opened, I saw packets and containers of spices and seasonings.

Amarie switched off the gas, bringing out two ceramic plates from the plate rack, and set it on the kitchen counter. She then poured out the food from the pot onto the two plates, sharing them evenly.

She made spaghetti, with meatballs, she went to another cabinet and brought out a small seasoning packet. "What's that?"

"I saw it when I went to the grocery store, it said that it's used to enhance your food even more."

I took a fork out of the spoon rack that lay idly on the counter. I proceeded to roll up the spaghetti on the fork and put it in my mouth, savouring the taste.

"This is delicious," I said putting my hand on my cheek as chewed happily on it.

"Thanks," my sister said casually. I usually love having her around, cause her being here means that I won't buy takeout or eat outside–i can't cook to save my life. She sometimes come to me as a live saver.

"So sis who.was that that dropped you off?" I froze at this question. Should I tell her that it's the guy who's car bashed mine the previous day, and he is the member of the biggest boy group in the word.

"Well, yesterday someone bashed into my car. So this same person also helped me to drop me off at home."

"Is he good-looking?" She asked a sparkle in her eye.

Good-looking? That man has the facial features to rival the likes of a Greek god. He looks like he was sculpted from a different sand entirely.

"He is..." I drawled out, trying to find the words to describe him. "He is very, very handsome." I said shrugging my shoulders, trying to remain nonchalant.

"Your language and your countenance are two different things. One hand you said he is very, very handsome, and on the other hand you try to play it off casually like said person is just average looking at best."

I turn my face to the other side, trying to stifle a groan. Dumbass Psychology Major.

Then I turn to face my food, "well he is good looking. Very good looking."

"So is the start of another romance chapter for you?" She stabbed a meatball and put it in her mouth.

Romance chapter? I shook my head no, "it's not a start of any romance chapter. His car just happened to bash my car and then he decided to drop me off at my house."

Amarie didn't say anything else, I finished the last remains of my pasta. Told her that the food was delicious and then headed straight to my room, change my work clothes to something more comfortable.

I then decided to get down to business, and by business I mean doing my research on this K-Pop boy group, called Starry Night. It seems that everyone and their momma's know who they are except me.

I sat behind my desk, turn on my laptop and went to the web inputting their names into the search bar, and clicked on the enter button. Instantly I saw different search results talking about them.

I click on the first one, it talked about their info, each member names, age–Tae-won was the youngest of the group–height, and weight. Then talked about them as a group, and how they came to be.

I did more research, and before I knew it I saw myself watching videos of them, and listening to their songs. And their songs are super catchy, some soulful, and some with a blend of hip-hop. Their stage performances however was electrifying, it was almost like as if I was there watching them perform. I watched their dance practice videos, and their variety shows.

They were even performances whereby they dressed up as silly dinosaurs, while doing cute things–Aegyo, I learned the name was called.

Overall this research was an eye-opening experience, I checked the time on my laptop and I realized that it was already oh so late.

I wanted to research more about them, listen to their music. Was I slowly becoming a fan? I couldn't say just yet anyways.

I decided to do one more research to see what people thought of them on social media. I read through the comment and post and people were saying nothing sorts of positive things for them. How their music managed to get them away from the harsh realities of life, and how watching them always feels like a breath of fresh air.

I also saw pictures of Tae-Won wearing a crop top and jeans and he had on smoky eyeliner and I could have sworn I felt my breath hitched in my throat. He looked so majestic, beautiful even.

I was caught looking at the picture for far too long, that I managed to snap out of reverie. I have work tomorrow and I need to get some sleep.

I close my laptop, and lay down on my bed, sleep quite literally not coming to my eyes, I tried forcing my eyes to close.

However some few minutes later I drifted off to sleep, dreaming about black curly hair and amber colored eyes staring at me with a smile on said person face.

I woke the next morning, my eyes feeling bleary eyed. I got ready for work, and made coffee for myself to get the sleep out of my eye.

I checked on my sister and saw that she was still asleep, laying sprawled on the bed in the spare room of my apartment.

My car should have been fixed by now, so I went to the body shop and saw that it was good as new. I then drove out onto the road heading for work.

A certain amber eyed boy crossing my mind every now and then.