“What did he say?” I speak, noticing the angry look on Jonghyun’s face.

            “Nothing.”

            “It can’t be ‘nothing’ if it pissed you off.”

            “Drop it, kid.”

            “Don’t call me kid.”

            “Then shut up and eat. I don’t want to talk about it.”

            “Was it about Kibum?” I ask anyways, not caring about the ‘Shut up or I’ll punch you’ look on his face.

            He keeps silent, taking a sip of water from his glass, his grip tight enough that his knuckles turn white.

            I sigh,

            “I know how you feel, Jjong, I feel the same-”

            “Don’t call me Jjong.”

            “What...? Why not?” His sudden hostility catches me of guard.

            “Only Key can call me Jjong. It’s the nickname he gave me. He uses it, only him. Got that?”

            “Look, we’re going to get him back-Yah!” I run after him as he leaves the restaurant, “What the hell are you afraid of? You’re overreacting. We will get him back! Four days-” he grips my shirt front and pins me to the brick wall.

            “Do you know what day it is?”

            I think for a moment, but I don’t really know, the days have lately blended together and I lost track of time.

            “The 23rd,” he speaks.

            Realization hits me,

            “His birthday...oh...Jjo-Jo