You went home, wiping the last of your tears. You didn't expect this - not at all - and you couldn't help but feel sad and guilty for JB. *But what could I have done if I did know? It would have made things extremely awkward between us two, and he wouldn't like it - I wouldn't like it.* 

You hoped his confession didn't change anything between you two, but even before you thought that you knew that something there was broken. Sure, it could heal over time, but the crack will still be there. Nothing will ever be the same. 

You collasped onto your bed, exhausted, thoughts spinning out of control. *I just want to forget everything. I wish there was something to allieviate the guilt that's crushing me right now.* Suddenly, your phone beeped, signalling a text message. You opened one eye and checked your phone. It was a text message from Zelo. Noona, even though I saw you only a few hours ago, I want to wish you a very good night and sweet dreams! Looking forward to the next WGM filming! 

You sighed, switching your phone off. You felt bad for not replying but you just needed some space. And thinking about Zelo and WGM just made the guilt heavier and heavier. 

*I hope JB falls for someone more worthy of his love.* You thought. You kicked your shoes off and sunk deeper into sleep, not bothering to change out of your work clothes.  

You hoped that his heart was not broken too badly.

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JB sat at the bar, taking down shot after shot. He didn't blame you for breaking his heart - it was his to give, after all. But nevertheless it was broken, and it desperately needed nursing. What better place to do it than at the bar, with his beloved whiskey?

The bartender looked up from his station. "Rough night, sir?" He inquired. 

"You betcha," slurred JB. 

"Romance problems?" 

"... yeah." 

"Huh. I see that more often than you'd think." The bartender replaced JB's near-empty bottle with a fresh one. "On the house, my friend. Looks like you need it." 

"Thanks." JB toasted his shot glass at him in thanks. 

"No need to thank me." and with that, the bartender turned back to cleaning the glasses. 

As the night drifted on, JB consumed even more shots. His vision blurred, and he began to cry uncontrollably. 

"Why ... why doesn't ________-ah love me? Am I too ugly?" JB wiped his tears. Those goddamn tears. 

Hand trembling, he refilled his shot glass once more. He was about to take it when a familiar voice called out his name.

"JB? What are you doing?" asked the voice.

JB clumsily turned his head to the direction of the voice. He was surprised to see Jinwoon walking up to him. 

"JB - holy , you're wasted," he exclaimed, taking the bottle off the bar. "Whiskey - how much have you been drinking?" 

"None of your ing business," JB slurred. He was in no mood to see anyone at the moment. 

"Hey, no need to get cranky with me, I was just asking. You look and smell terrible! Plus, we have a Dream High recording tomorrow, and you're going to work like this?!" Jinwoon shook his head. 

"Shut up! You don't know what I'm going through - hic -! ________-ah doesn't love me!" 

Jinwoon's eyes widened. He wasn't expecting this - not at all! *He's in love with ________-ah too?!* 

"You're in love with ________-ah?" he asked quietly. 

JB tried to focus on Jinwoon's eyes, with no success. "Yes, goddammit, I am. I told her, too. She ..." and with that JB burst into a fresh wave of tears. 

Jinwoon couldn't help but empathsise with him. *If she isn't in love with JB ... is it possible that she's in love with me?* and, despite witnessing JB's heartbreak, Jinwoon felt a glimmer of hope.

"Well, you can't stay here, JB. I'll take you home." Jinwoon paid the bartender, who said to Jinwoon to take care of him, and covered his face while half-carrying, half-dragging him to the car. 

He placed him on the backseat and JB promptly fell asleep. 

Driving through the streets of Seoul, Jinwoon reflected on his chances with you. 

*JB has confessed ... and look at him. He's a mess. If - no, when - I confess to her, I sure hope I don't end up like him.* Jinwoon glanced back at the sleeping form of his friend and co-star. He sighed. *I don't think I'll handle it very well.* 

*I just hope that she's not in love with Zelo.* 

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Zelo stared at his phone, confused as to why you didn't reply to his text. You usually did whenever he texted. 

*Perhaps she just wanted alone time,* he thought as he laid on his bed. *I hope everything's alright with her.*

He placed a hand on his heart. At the mere thought of you, his heart would race rapidly. Sighing happily he looked up to the ceiling. 

*Am I in love with ________-ah?* 

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A/N: Wow this chapter crap. Hope you guys like it, despite its (obvious) flaws. 
Stay cool~