Busking time soon came, and it ended successfully. I saw Jinyoung watching in the crowd as well, like I expected.

He gave me another $20, making my total amount for today $120. I had more than $300 now. If I kept this up, I could buy myself an apartment room.

"You did good, as always!" Jinyoung said.

I thanked him. "Thank you for watching."

"You're welcome. It's getting really dark, you should find a warm place to sleep soon." He said.

I nodded. "I will, don't worry about me."

"You shouldn't get sick. It could be very hard if you do. If you ever need anything, I would help without a second thought." Jinyoung said.

I chuckled and nodded. "Thank you so much, really. First you give me food for free--" I paused. Shit, I messed up.

"...I gave you food? When?"

"Ah--sorry I think I'm confusing people. There's a lot of kind people out there." I laughed sheepishly. "You've done a lot for me, so thank you so much."

"...you're welcome..." Jinyoung said. He sounded quite confused.

I prayed he didn't know it was me.

"See you tomorrow then, hopefully. Stay safe." Jinyoung said at last, walking off.

I let out a sigh. He's probably put together the pieces by now...

•••

The next morning came, but I didn't visit Jinyoung at the cafe like I usually did. He would ask about it, for sure. Jinyoung didn't seem like the dumb type, even if he acted very innocent.

I pulled up my mask and hoodie, because for some reason I felt safer that way. I had enough money to do so many things now--but I wanted to save it up to pay for a roof over my head.

Although, living on the streets wasn't as bad as I thought it was. The only probably was hygiene.

Speaking of hygiene, I decided to enter a spa to treat myself. I purchased $50 worth of treatments, from a bathe to a facial, because good skin is a need.

I exited feeling great. I felt squeaky clean and like all my stress was washed away along with the dirt that was on my skin.

I didn't know what to do next, so I just walked down the streets.

"Oh--it's you!" A voice called behind me.

I turned around and my heart dropped. Why is it always him??

Jinyoung grinned at me. "Hello, girl-in-the-mask-that-I-don't-know-of."

I laughed nervously under the mask. "Hi."

"What are you doing here?" He asked. "I mean--you own these streets, but what are you up too?"

"Walking around." I said. "I went to a spa."

"Glad you're treating yourself. You've worked hard." Jinyoung said and patted my shoulder.

The good thing about Jinyoung was that he was really friendly. He acts like we've been friends for 10 years or something.

His personality was the exact opposite of mine--I was always that quiet and isolated kid at school.

"Well, I decided the first thing I really needed was to be clean." I said and chuckled.

Jinyoung walked next to me. "Being homeless is tough...isn't it?"

I nodded. "But--it's not as tragic as I thought it was at first anymore."

"Why...do you live alone on the streets? And at such a young age too."

"I ran away...but I'd rather not go deep into it." I said. "It's all the past now."

Jinyoung frowned. "It seems like you suffered a lot."

I shrugged. "That means a miracle will happen very soon."

"I agree! I think that way too! When something bad happens in your life, only good will happen next."

I nodded. "I have a question..."

"Yeah?"

"Why are you so nice?" I asked. "Honestly, people would just pass by me or avoid me because I live on the streets, but you keep talking to me..."

Jinyoung laughed. "I'm just interested. Because I think you deserve better."

I think you deserve better.

Those words went straight to my heart, and I couldn't think of what to say in reply.

"Thanks..." I said quietly.

"Hahaha are you shy?" He asked, waving a hand in front of my face.

I laughed. "No, I'm just thinking."

"About what?"

"That there's actually such kind people like you that exist."

Jinyoung pressed his cheeks together. "That makes me blush."

I chuckled. "Its true though."

"I just want to help as much as I can. Even though you refuse to show me your face, I have a feeling you'll have a bright future.

"I hope so too." I said. "Thank you."

•••

Throughout the day, I constantly asked Jinyoung if he needed to be somewhere instead of walking around with me, but he refused to leave. I guess he really did want to talk to me.

I learned lots of things about him--he told me stories of how he was on Produce 101 (even though I already knew about that), and deep things like how he didn't grow up with a mom and lost his dad at a young age.

He wants to be an idol for his family, and in a way he's like me. I want to be an idol to show my family that I didn't have to be their business slave to be successful.

I was low key sad when he had to leave for his shift, but it was probably a good thing, since I was stressing all day of whether he figured out it was actually me or not this whole time.

I ended the day with my busking, earning $70. It was less than usual, but then again Jinyoung wasn't here this time and he usually gives me a lot (if Woo Jinyoung isn't an angel, I don't know what is).

I wondered why he occupied my thoughts so much, even if it's only been a week since I've met that dude.

I wondered if he thought about me as much as I thought about him.