As soon as the door closes behind Minho, I realize I haven’t moved. My nose is no longer bleeding but I sit there, staring at Jonghyun’s phone on the floor. My mind held no doubt that Minho would catch up to Taemin and put some sense in him.  Jonghyun’s accusations swirled in my mind. I wasn’t happy about Key gone...I don’t know why he thought that. I had wanted to celebrate to show that we remembered him, that we hadn’t forgotten him. Besides, I was certain he’d want us to be happy with or without him here. I move to pick up the phone and as soon as I do, it rings vibrating in my hand with word ‘PRIVATE NUMBER’ displayed on the screen.  “Yeobsaeyo?” I answer. The voice quickly replies, “Isn’t this Jonghyun’s number?” in a somewhat familiar voice.  “It is, who is this?” “I called to speak to Jonghyun, not you. Put him on.” “That’s too bad; he’s not here right now.” “That’s a shame. I’m sure he would’ve loved to speak to his lost friend.” My body tenses and I feel my mouth drop. Collecting myself, I speak back in a firm demanding tone, “How did you get this number? Key left his phone here.” The man chuckles lightly, “Why, he gave me his number personally,” and with saying that, he hangs up. ‘He gave me his number personally.’ How? When and where did they meet? Who was this man...his voice sounded so familiar. But why did Jonghyun never mention that he met this man in person?     A/N: Sorry it's so short~hehe who do you think the