For the past few weeks, you've been forcefully parted from your beloved boyfriend. Why? Because he was on tour with his band, 6REEZE. As much as you supported him, you hated being apart from him. Of course you could buy concert tickets, but you hardly had time due to your 9 to 5 job.

The most contact you could have with Scaramouche was the occasional voice or video call, or a text or two. It only really helped a little with the longing. Scaramouche didn't mention that he missed you. And you kind of doubted that he did.

He calls you right before a big show, rambling on about how big the stadium is. "You could've gotten front row tickets and a backstage pass," he mentions, looking at you on his phone screen. He says it with such a stoic face that you can't believe that he actually said it.