-The next day, Jonghoon was discharged-

(Hongki's POV)

Manager hyung came into our dorm early in the morning, and woke us all up. Actually it was just me, for I was the only one still sleeping.

"Boys, the five of you will be leaving for Taiwan today. I've told you about this day since last month, but I don't think you all had been listening to me. Even if you had, I think you would have forgotten about it due to Jonghoon's injury. So here's a last minute reminder," he said, winking.

"Five? What about Wonbin?" I thought. However, my mouth was too tired to function and I decided to treasure my sleep more. Just then, manager hyung got irritated.

"Hongki ah! How many times do you want me to tell you you're going to be late? Everyone is waiting for you!" He started shouting.

"Aish..." I muttered, before forcing myself out of bed. I then headed to the toilet to brush my teeth. Looking into the mirror, I looked at my messed up hair without much reaction, for my hair was always like that when I woke up. Then, I proceeded to shower. After settling my basic necassaties such as eating and packing my luggage, the five of us left the dorm together with manager hyung.

"Where's Wonbin?" I wondered again. Yet, when we finally boarded the plane, my exhaustedness lead me to fall asleep almost instantly, forgetting all about my Wonbin.

When I finally woke up was when Jaejin started shaking me to tell me that food had arrived.

"Huh..?" I whispered sleepily.

"Hyung! Food!" He replied.

"Ah..." I responded, slowly opening my eyes. At that moment, it felt like weightlifting, for I was simply exhausted. But for food, anything was possible. I willed my eyes to open, and they did. When I eventually opened my eyes, I saw a feast laid out in front of me. It may not have been much, but I had lost my appetite since Jonghoon hyung was injured. Now that he had been discharged, it was time for me to eat more.

After finishing my scrumptious brunch, I decided to head to the toilet. Apparently, I was not the only one who felt that way, as there was someone in the cubicle. Therefore, I had no choice but to queue up and wait for my turn. When that person finally left the cubicle, it struck me as odd at how he could so resemble Wonbin.

“Maybe I’m just thinking about him too much,” I thought, shrugging off my weird thoughts, before proceeding to use the toilet.