I throw myself i to the couch, having a wash and wearing your pyjamas is the best feeling. Taking a sip of milk, I grab my phone from the short table and Emma's message pops up on my screen.
Emma: Asleep?
Me: Nah!
Emma: You alright? I think I should knock ny brother's head ro bring him to normal.
Me: What happened to him?
Emma: I thought you all had a fight. His voice was kinda different, he seems upset. I don't know why, he was ecstatic last night, giggling staring our group photos and he threw the book.
Me: Book? Which book?
Emma: The book which you wanted to buy so badly.
My god, I feel bad!
Me: Is he alright?
Emma: He is I guess, he is back to himself now... He was not himself for a shirt time since he returned home, he stayed in his room for a few hours and came out. 
Before I reply I hear the knock at my door. My heart races, is it him? Mr. Han? Tossing the phone back on the table I stroll towards thw door, taking small steps. I don't wanna face him, but what if he has sonething to say? No, no, maybe it's not him... But who else would it be at night and I somehow wish it's him.... ohhhh myyyy goshhh, I'm really a lunatic.
I open the door and my brows meet at the stranger. "You are—?" I ask curiously.
"I'm sprey I have no time to male an official introduction,  I'm Han's friend. I just want to ask you for a favour. I got an emergency to dral with can you please take of him. Please " he passes a sincere smile and bow a bot, to sjow his thankfulness I guess. Atleast his friend os polite unlike him.
"Why—" he rushes into the open elevator before I had a chance to speak. Why should I take care of Mr. Han, he is not a kod to be arraid of bwing alone! I didn't even nod for him to leave.
I take a step ahead away from the door noticing the opposite door opened and I turn to my right. My eyes widen in horror, Mr. Han is leaned against the wall, his head hung forward and he seems like—Damn, he is drunk!
"Argh, shit," I run m6 hand through my hair, "What should I do?" I groan, a loud weary leaves my lips. Walking closer to him, I stamd beside him, I shift one of his arm over my shoulders and slip my arm around his waist I take a step ahead, as for hisvheight he is bent giving almost all his weight on me.
"You are a heavy pig." I growl as Ibdrag him with me. Loud pants escape my lips and we almost made to his room.
"Why are you so short?" he cries, abruptly halting in his tracks. He gazes down at me as I glare back, he moves his hand away from shoulders in an attempt to regain balance, but it appears he's battling against gravity.
"Anna," he whispers, taking a step closer, yet his feet waver, causing him to stumble towards me. I instinctively retreat, leaning against the wall, with his body now directly in front of mine. His palms rest on the wall above my shoulders and he peers into my eyes, he pouts.
A warmth spreads across my cheeks as I lock eyes with him, and the adorable expression on his face tempts me to lean in for a kiss.
He bends and loses his balance, causing his head to droop. To steady him, I gently place my index finger on his chest, urging him to remain upright. He shakes his head vigorously to stay awake and my hand drops when he stops, his eyes meeting mine. He lowers himself steadily this time, resting his forehead against mine. The strong scent of alcohol overwhelms my senses, causing me to feel nauseous. In an effort to create some distance, I press my palm against his chest, pushing him back, but he tightly clasps onto my hand, refusing to let go. His jaw tenses as he observes me, and damn, those deep eyes, are making me crazy. Just his eyes are enough to make my heart jump out and my skin flush.
Alright, seems like he ia sober now.
"Move," I grunt, exerting force with my free hand. However, he firmly grips ny hand on with his, on his chest. The weight of his entire body bears down on my forehead,
"Do you know how much I missed you?," He utters his voice low and disappointed. My eyes widens at his words. "Why don't you remember me? Wasn't I important in your life?" He asks. "Have you ever thought of me? Even once? Did you wish to meet again?"
My brows meet and I study him in curiosity. "Mr Han...," I stop feeling his index finger against my lips. My hands burried into his one large palm. 
"After you left, I tried to find you but was too late." He exhales. "You stll look the same, the same girl who played with me—after all we had gone theough together, I began to grow a special feelings for you. No one could make me feel like you did and like you do."
"Mr...Ha—"
"Jackie, that's how you called me." 
My eyes widen in astonishment. My memories fixing the missing pieces of the puzzle. Han, that was his real name. How could I forget it? Even if I did remember, I won't be able to recognise him now, I won't even have clue of this person, my boss is the Han I knew back then. He looks completely different,  like a new person, despite his appearance his behaivior is still the same, childish and annoying. 
"When left, I felt empty like the colours of ny life was taken away." He says, his low voice sending chills down my spine. This is unbelievable, we met again after ten years. Ths feeling I'm experiencing right now is unexplainable, I met him, the person whom I've missed is standing in front of me and he missed me as well. He was an impact in my life and I'm glad to know I was in his.
"Do you not remember me?" he asks bending lower, the tip of his nose brushing against mine. His finger on ny lips slides down and he cups my face the next moment. "You've always been the only woman in my life, then and now."
My stomach did a somersault and I stand there, motionless. My eyes never wish to look away from him. My childhood friend, is here but what's most shocking is, he likes me. I've never had a thiught of us together but now, I do.
He bends even lower bringing his lips closer to  mine, my mind comes back to reality when I felt his lips brush against mine. Myveyes close on its own and shoot open the next moment as a wave of weightlessness washes over me. 
The world begins to spin as he grasps me by my waist and pulls me down with him, effortlessly. His body hits the floor and I fall over him, our bodies entangled.
My chin rests on his jatd chest, my face m9vesbup and down in rhythm if his deep breaths. I snile at the sight if him. This is really happening,  Jackie,  I finally met you. I've ways wished to him again, to tell him that I didn't have the chance to bid goodbye. I had sweet memories because of him. I flip over to the othr side and sit on the floor, beside him to check whether he had on something as he fell hard.
I stare at him and I bend moving closer. How can he handsome even in a miserable state? My grin widens as I move ny finger on hi froehead and slide it down slowly to his chin. I hear my heart flutter and stimach feels sick, I've never ever thought I qould get this feeling tiwatds him whether it's Jackie, or my boss, Han. Chuckling in glee I run my hand over his head, the shirt spiky strands rickling against my skin. With a little bit of hesitation I leave a peck onthe of his nose and rush out of the room, to calm myself.
The brights sun rays travels through the opened windows, I yawn as I tear the instant noodles packets. Last night, it's been a habit to let Mr. Han's thoughts disturb my sleep. My gaze remains on the boiling pot, I make sure not to overcook it as he hates overcooked noodles, whereas I don't mind it. Everything makes sense now, he knew I like milk tea, hate blue berrie, love cotton candy and my cravings on period. He definitely Knowsley because he is, Jackie, the one who knows me the best. Once the breakfast is prepared I carry the bowl into his house. Arranging the table I begin to make him black coffee. He lokes black coffee and as expected I found the needed items in his kitchen.
If he doesn't remember what happened last night, I qould pretend like I'm u aware of the truth. This is gonna be fun.
"Ms. Anna," the drowsy voice gets into ny ears and my actions stop. 
I plaster a smile and walk towards the table, placing the hot mug on the table I look ahead. There he stands still and after ages he nods, and walks to the table.
"Last night—" he groans as he takes a seat.
"Your friend told he had some emergency amd asked me to take care of you."
"Huh," he scratches thw back of his head. "He did that? I'm gonna kill him for it. " He mutters under his breath, I chuckle as I heard him. "So," he looks at me, "Did I cause any trouble? I'm sorry about last night and I'm sorry about yesterday."
I smile as I serve the food for my self, " That's fine." I shrug and begin to eat. I feel his gaze never ending gaze on me so I face him again. "Aren't you eating?" I ask.
"Of course I am." He nods numerous times as he fills his 
"Can I drive you to the office?" He asks after a long moment of silence.
I nod, taking a glance at him, his face beams.