“What happened?”

His arms were on the railing of the rooftop and you stood behind him; wanting some explanation on why he disappeared to God-Knows-Where without anyone else knowing where he was or the exact reason of why he left the country.

“How are you?” he asks without looking

“Don’t change the subject…” you muttered; quite angry

“How are you?” he repeated

You look at him and sigh “I’m fine.”

“You look happy.” he said

“I am, happy.” you replied

“That’s good to hear.” he turns around and smiled

“Really? Where have you been all these while?” you frown slightly

“In the States.” he normally replies

“Why did you left? Why all of the sudden?”

He paused and looks directly into your eyes “You don’t look like me.” he gave a weak smile

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing. I left cause I had to…”

“Cause you had to or cause someone forced you?”

“Both, I guess.” he shrugs

“Was it because of my childish confession towards you?” you decided to ask

He let out a small laugh “Silly Yura, of course not.” he ruffles your hair

“Don’t treat me like a little kid.” you push his hands away

“But you are one… You’re my sister.” his voice almost came out as a whisper

“W-what?” you scoffed “I’m the only child of my family, I would’ve known if I had any brother.” you gave him a quirky look

“Cause we’re not exactly from the same parents, only our dad is.” he looks away “Though I wouldn’t call him my dad.”

“Dad? No, what are you talking about?”

“That ‘dad’ of yours… He met my mom before he met yours, the