TWENTY-FIVE
One month until comeback…
Jaeyong gives me space and keeps his distance, just like I asked for.
There are no cute messages or memes sent my way, no random pictures of him throughout his day, looking adorable, or exhausted, or super idol-like with makeup and his outfit of the day. I don’t get any of those other than a good morning text at early-as-hell times and good nights way too early in the morning to be called nighttime.
I know Jaeyong knows that I read them, but I don’t answer back, letting myself think about not getting any kind of message at all.
I go to work, I hang out with my colleagues for after-work drinks and barbecue, and head back home, only to rinse and repeat over the course of the week. The weekends I keep to myself, cleaning my apartment, doing laundry,
