The next morning, JK wakes up really early in the morning. He must be too excited from last night. He still remembers the feeling when they become one, her soft and fragile body, and her mindblowing sweet floral scent. He is so happy, to such an extent that he could do everything for her now, and even ever after. He looks at her still sleeping deeply and peacefully in his arms. She must be very tired from last night. Her baby face is lightly blushed. JK quietly kisses her eyes and takes a curl of hair from her face. He feels clearly the love which is really close to him, and the happiness which fulfills himself.

When he silently gets out of the blanket, he notices a trace of blood on the drap. He stays dumbfounded for a while, then realizes that it must be her first time... He looks at her very long, then decides to make her a quality breakfast on bed. He remembers some moment that she seemed to be very hurt last night but tried to handle it.

JK wants to make her some pancakes and some fresh fruits. But there is no flour in the appartment. He looks at the clock, it is 7:30AM, still pretty early. He could go to the supermarket and get back very quickly before she wakes up.

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When JK comes back, it is almost 8:45AM. It takes longer time than he thought. He starts to make the pancake right away. Half of an hour later, he finishes the breakfast with perfect decoration, and happily brings it to the bedroom.

The moment he opens the door, the time stops.

He can't believe in his own eyes. The breakfast tray falls into the floor. His heart is also broken into pieces.

The bedroom is totally empty. No one is inside.

"Amie ! Amie !", he desperately calls.

He immediately checks all the corner of the flat, in the restroom. The curtain flying when the morning goes through. She is nowhere in this place.

"She must goes out for jogging and buying some stuffs, just like last time", he calms down himself. Then he suddenly recalls something and runs into the bedroom.

The moment when he opens the armoir, his heart stops beating. None of her clothes are inside. Outside, the white draps are cleanly washed and dried in the balcony. It is like every sight of her is fading and disappeared in his life.

"Amie ! Where are you ?", he screams, a tear falling from his eyes.

He crazily checks any trace she left in the appartment. Finally, he finds a piece of paper left on the small table in the bedroom. It shows that it was torned up very clumsily from a notebook, and her written also proves that she was in hurry leaving the place.

"Jungkook, I'm terribly sorry. The private detective that my mom hired finds me and informs an important information about my dad. I must leave immediately without saying goodbye... I'll contact you once I could.

Your Amie".

JK finally can breathes. The content is very simple and she did not mention details, but it must be a shook for her to find out something about her father. Maybe she'll find him in a short time, what a relief !

"She'll call me soon. She said she'll contact once she could", JK mumbles as he's telling himself.

He stays alone in the flat that seems much more immerse than ever. The silence quietly mixes with the sadness. Outside, the curtain is flying non stop like a wave for goodbye. Inside, her scent still maintains on the bed. JK lying on it, his head burried in the pillows. His tears falling down. The breakfast is a mess on the bedroom's floor. What an empty morning !

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JK cleans up the appartment before checking out. Every corner here reminds him of their memories, only sweet memories of love. The meals they cooked and ate together, the guitar that she played, the balcony where they sang together and kissed, the sofa where they cuddled and watched movies, the bedroom where they experienced their very first time...

His train for Busan will leave at 7PM. He has much time in this village until tonight. He decides to go to every place that they passed by together. The river when he confessed and they kissed under the firework, the supermarket where they bought stuffs and foods, the roads that the walked along together, and the top mountain where they met the very first time. All the happy memories which are graven in his mind, now become the souce of sadness. He is wearing the shirt that she made for him. The piece of paper she left is preciously kept in his wallet.

"Do you know how much I love you ? And how much I need you ?".

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He comes back to Busan that night. His parents were worried about him when he decided to stay one more week in vacations, but since it is a rare occasion that he could rest and do what he want to do, they don't say anything. His 2 friends told him about a girl that he met and wanted to help a week ago, and they are also curious about her. But seeing him comes back alone and his unhappy face, they partly guess what happened during these days. They do not ask anything about his trip and the mysterious girl. His brother also notices his obvious weirdness after coming back from vacations.

5 days passed. His situation seems to be even worst. He even loses appetite and stops working out. His parents are worried, but do not know how to ask him, they're afraid that they could make him hurt even more.

This night, his brother enters his room. JK is sitting on the table and writing something.

"What are you doing, Jungkookie ?".

"Ah... just... some lyrics for my song".

"You compose a new one ?"

"Yeah, maybe I'll upload it on my birthday".

"Yeah, your birthday is 2 days from today. But... are you going to post a sad song on your birthday ?".

"How do you know that it is a sad one ?".

"It's even written on your face ! Anyway, you seems to be weird these days. Everyone is worried".

"Our parents ? I'm... okay, nothing to worry about".

"You... experienced love lately ? During your trip ?", his hyung asked directly.

JK doesn't reply, but also not deny it.

"You guys broke up ?".

"No, it's not like that, but...", JK sighs heavily.

"Argued ?"

"No, neither... We even never argued".

"Then what's the problem ? You both just met for a week, I can't imagine how you could be so down because of her...".

"But we experienced a lot of things together. She is the first person that makes me feel so complete. We even match perfectly".

"Then why are you apart from each other ?".

"It's a long story. She has an emergency and have to leave. She told me she will contact me but it has been 5 days without any news. I'm worried about her !".

"You don't have any contact of her ? Even a telephone number, address, a social media account maybe... ?".

"No, nothing. She does not even know my phone number. I must gave it to her when I had chance. I must give her our address also. All she knows is that I am Jungkook from Bangtan boys".

"But who did not know that ? To be honest, from what I hear from you, I'm pretty sure that she is playing the ghost game to you...".

"No, she's not like that ! Plus, I am the only person she knows in Korea".

"What ? Is she a foreigner ? So why did not she call you ? Where could she go if she doesn't even know anyone here ?"

"You don't understand, hyung. I told you, that's a long story. She's just a poor girl. I wanted to ask her to live with me in Seoul and help her to apply to an university. I lost the chance to propose her that. She must have a reason for not contacting me. But she will, she will..."

His brother sighs deeply, and shakes his head : "You're just comforting yourself. If she really cares about you, she must find a way to contact you sooner. I think you should forget about her, Jungkook ah...". Then he gets out of the room and closes the door.

JK stays alone in his room again. He almost cry out. His brother really speaks out loud what he is afraid of. What if she really forgets all about him and moves on ? Why she did not call him even once ? She does have his number but the detective should helping him finding it without difficulty.

JK feels really down and upset. Then, he recalls the trace of blood on the bed after their first time making love. He is also the first man that she falls in love in her life. All her actions, attitude and the eyes when she looked at him. All of these can't be fake. She obviously does have feelings for him. Then he remembers the last word she wrote for him "Your Amie". He knows she certainly affirms that she belongs to him. And he must be confident about it.

"I should believe in her. She must have a reason. She must have difficulties from her side", he murmurs to himself, then continues to write the lyrics.

That night, the song has been done. He names it "Decalcomania".

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