Dara's POV

Youngbae guided me back to my seat, sitting beside me as he patted my back trying to get me to calm down.

I closed my eyes in an attempt to shake away the image of a broken Bom, but to no avail. My eyes snapped open, the tears continuing to fall from my eyes with a different purpose. These were tears of anger.

I stood up, slamming my palms down onto the table, "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO HER?! Couldn't you see how scared she was alreaady? Why? Why did you have to say that to her? Can't you see how much you've hurt her?!" I screamed at Seunghyun.

"Dara, calm down." Youngbae said as he tried to pull me back down into my seat.

"No Bae! I won't ing calm down! How dare you do that to her! How dare you!" I pushed Youngbae's hand away from me as I stormed up towards Seunghyun.

From the moment Bom had run out he hadn't said a single word as he sat there, unblinking with a blank face, his eyes downcasted at his plate of food. His unbothered and emotionless face angered me further, 'Did he not care at all?'

I reached down to grab fistfuls of his shirt in my hands, pulling him up from his seat to glare at him.

"Are you even a man? How could you say that to her?" I let out a humourless laugh, "You know, I didn't know you were this heartless Seunghyun," I spat angrily. I watched him, expecting him to lash back at me or try to push me away but he stayed motionless. He didn't even flinch at my harsh words, his eyes vacant as they stared back into mine.

"Dara! Calm down!" Daesung said authoritatively as he grabbed my hands, loosening my hold on Seunghyuns shirt and pushing me back slightly.

"NO! He needs to understand what he's done! It was unnecessary! It was heartless!" I shouted, as Daesung stood inbetween Seunghyun and I.

"Dara, you don't understand what he's gone through." Youngbae said to me softly as he tried to pull me away.

"It doesn't matter what he's gone through! Nothing and I mean nothing can condone what he has just done!" I shouted back as I tried to wriggle away from his hold.

"You're right Dara," Seunghyun finally spoke as he pushed Daesung aside to stand in front of me his eyes ice cold as he peered down at me, "It was heartless, but let me ask you one question. Who made me this way?" With that Seunghyun cooly walked out of the cafeteria.

I froze at his words as I watched him walk out of the cafeteria. I was so consumed with anger that I failed to realise that Bom wasn't the only one who had been hurt. Seunghyun had been hurt too. My shoulders slumped in guilt. Bom was my cousin and bestfriend... but Seunghyun was also my good friend too, I shouldn't have lashed out at him. I shouldn't have let my anger at seeing Bom so crushed control me.

"Bae, let go of me," I whispered. Youngbae hesitated before reluctantly letting go of me.

"Dara? Where are you going?" I heard Daesung ask as I walked past Youngbae and made my way towards the cafeteria doors.

"To apologise for being a crappy friend," I replied not bothering to turn around as I walked out of the cafeteria doors, hoping that Seunghyun hadn't gotten too far.

I walked down the univeristy hallways hoping to see a blue haired guy, but it seemed like I was too late. Seunghyun was no where to be seen. I began to drag my feet, my head down as I kept replaying the whole cafeteria scene in my head when I collided with something hard.

I bounced back slightly before looking up in confusion to see Jiyong looking at me.

"Are you okay Dara?" he asked worriedly as he scanned my face which was probably in a horrible state right now from all the crying earlier on. Tears started to fall again as I looked up into his concerned face, his worried voice ringing in my ears.

"No... I'm not okay," I choked back a sob as I crossed the small distance between us wrapping my arms around his waist, burying my head into the safety of his strong chest.

I felt Jiyong immediately wrap his arms around me as he held me in a tight embrace, "Dara? what's wrong?" he asked softly.

I just shook my head, not having the energy to say anything as I tightened my hold around him, his presence comforting me greatly.

I don't know how long we stood in the middle of the hallway in each others arms, but I was beyond caring. I didn't even care if anyone saw us. They could stare all they liked because right now all I knew was that I needed Jiyong's comforting touch.

/bell rings/

I felt Jiyong pull back slightly but I tightened my hold keeping him in place, "Dara? It's time for class."

I shook my head against his chest, I didn't want to move. Class was the last thing on my mind right now.

I heard Jiyong sigh heavily before he rested his head ontop of mine, "Arasso, I don't think you're in the right frame of mind for class. Lets go home." I nodded but still didn't let go, "Dara, you need to let go so that I can take you home," he said softly as he pulled back and tried to pry my hands away from his shirt.

I reluctantly loosened my hold and pulled away from him, sniffling slightly. I felt Jiyong grab my hand, tugging on it. "Come on, lets go," he said as if he were talking to a child.

My feet stayed rooted to the spot despite his gentle tugging, "Ji.. do you think Seunghyun will ever forgive Bommie?" I whispered.

Jiyong sighed, "I don't know, I hope he does."

"I've been a horrible friend Ji. I shouted at him. I told him he wasn't a man. I told he was heartless," I said guiltily, "I'm a horrible person aren't I?"

"You're not a horrible person Dara. You could never be a horrible person. You said what you said because you are anything but a horrible person. You said it because you care about Bom noona and because you're a great friend," he said reassuringly.

Despite his reassuring words I still felt terrible. I heard Jiyong sigh again before I felt him put his arm around my shoulders, nestling me underneath his strong arm and pushing my head to lean on his chest as he pulled me along, out of the hallway, out of the university and towards his car.

He opened the door for me and gently pushed me into my seat, buckling the seatbelt for me before making his way round to the drivers seat.

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Third Person POV

The journey back to the apartments was short, but Dara had managed to fall asleep due to exhaustion from the emotional stress.

Jiyong parked up and turned to Dara, "Da--" he paused when he realised she was asleep. He debated with himself whether he should wake her up but he couldn't find it in his heart to wake her from her peaceful slumber. He unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned forward to get a better look at her sleeping face, his hand reaching out to move away a strand of hair that was covering her face her cheek softly with the back of his hand before pulling away.

Jiyong got out of the car and made his way around to the passenger side, carefully opening the door before crouching down beside the sleeping Dara. He continued to watch her in fascination before sighing, standing up and leaning over to unbuckle her seatbelt.

He placed his left arm under her knees, his right arm slipping behind her back before he carefully pulled her away from the car seat, straightening up. Dara stirred slightly at the movement, her face showing a frown before it smoothed out, her head lolling to the side before settling to rest softly on Jiyong's chest. A small smile emerged on her face at the small contact, her body unconsciously snuggling closer to him. Jiyong took a couple of steps back from the car, using his foot to kick the car door shut.

'She's so light' he thought to himself as he carried her into the apartment building. He walked upto the elevator then frowned when he realised his hands were occupied. He looked left and right as he tried to find someone that would be kind enough to press the button for him but came up empty, the security guard wasn't there either. Instead his eyes landed on the staircase, he looked around once more to double check there was no one before shrugging and making his way to the staircase, 'It's not like she's heavy, it doesn't even feel like i'm holding anything.'

He began to ascend the stairs and he couldn't help but feel this was the better option anyway, because this way he could hold her for longer. After a while Jiyong finally arrived at the right floor, barely breaking sweat from all the stairs as he made his way towards the apartment door.

He stood in front of the door and stared at it stupidly as if it would open for him. 'Crap' he thought to himself. He looked down at Dara to see she was still sleeping peacefully. She didn't have her bag with her, having left it in the cafeteria so there was no way Jiyong could open the door even if he wanted to. Jiyong stood there for a while as he contemplated the different options.

Jiyong shrugged as he walked back towards the staircase passing by the open elevator door, descending them and making his way out of the building before making his way to the adjacent block of apartments.

"Hey Ji-- Whose the girl?" the security guard greeted Jiyong, his eyebrows raised as he eyed the sleeping Dara who was happily snuggled in to Jiyong's chest.

"She's..." Jiyong paused not really sure how to answer, clearing his throat, "a friend."

"Right..." the guard answered, unconvinced, "Want me to open the elevator for you?" he asked as he eyed Jiyong's occupied hands.

"No.. it's alright, I feel like taking the stairs today," Jiyong answered as he bobbed his head at the guard as a goodbye before walking away.

"I bet you do..." the security guard murmured, a knowing smile on his face.

It didn't take long for Jiyong to arrive in front of his apartment, his arms being accustomed to holding Dara, like they were made for this very purpose. He pursed his lips as he frowned. Now he had the key to the door, but Dara was still in his arms. Jiyong bent down slightly placing Dara's limp feet onto the floor as he reluctantly retracted his left arm from under her knees his right arm still supporting her back. Dara frowned abit and began to murmur slightly as she leaned against Jiyong.

Jiyong quickly took his aprtment keys out and opened the door before lifting Dara bridal style again. He walked into the apartment and softly kicked the door closed behind him. He stood near the entrance of the apartment as he thought about his options again. His eyes landed on the soft sofas, but he immediately turned away, ignoring them and striding towards his bedroom instead. Luckily he had left his bedroom door open this morning so there was no need for him to put Dara down again and risk waking her up. He walked towards his bed, bending down slightly to place her ontop.

He pulled away, his arms retracting from her knees and back when Dara whimpered, her lips forming a cute pout as her hands reached out to grab Jiyongs shirt, holding him in place. Jiyong placed his hand ontop of hers and tried to pry her hands off of his shirt but Dara just whimpered again her grip tightening. He paused for a while, feeling Dara's grip loosen before trying again.

Jiyong stayed unmoving in shock as he watched Dara whimper loudly before her body began to shake slightly, as she began to cry in her sleep, a small tear falling from her closed eyes. Jiyong automatically reached out to cup her cheek wiping the tear away. Dara's eyes flickered open slightly at the touch, her mind still not coherent, stuck in limbo between being awake and asleep.

Dara's grip tightened even more if it was possible as she whimpered again, "Don't leave me. Please don't leave me.."

'Just what is she dreaming of?' Jiyong thought to himself. Had what happened between Seunghyun and Bom affected her this much?

"Arasso, I won't leave you. I'm not going anywhere," he cooed as he her cheek softly, brushing away the tears as Dara closed her eyes again, allowing sleep to take over her body for a second time. Jiyong was currently bent over in an uncomfortable position, hovering over Dara since she had a death grip on his shirt.

He looked around awkwardly, what was he supposed to do? Just stand there? His back was going to break at this rate. Jiyong bit his lip as he eyed the space on the bed beside Dara. It looked so inviting to him...

Jiyong let out a heavy sigh as he made up his mind, 'She's going to kick my later' he thought to himself as he climbed onto the bed beside Dara, keeping a fair amount of space between them the only thing connecting them being Dara's grip on his shirt. Sleeping Dara seemed to think differently as she immediately moved closer to Jiyong, her grip loosening as she nuzzled into his neck.

Jiyong pulled the folded blanket over them before he wrapped his arms around Dara, pressing them closer together. Dara let out a contented sigh, her breath tickling Jiyong's neck before nuzzling even closer to him, her soft lips brushing lightly against his neck everytime she moved.

Jiyong's POV

I gulped loudly as I felt Dara's lip brush against my neck every so often, 'This girl... does she not know she's lying on a bed in the arms of a full grown red-blooded male?!'

Think pure thoughts Jiyong. Pure thoughts. Unicorns. Rainbows. Fairies.

*brush*

I clenched my eyes shut, gritting my teeth as I felt her lips brush against my neck again. 'This girl will be the death of me'

CL's POV

/bell rings/

The sound of the bell ringing snapped me out of my dazed thoughts. I looked down to see that Seungri still had his arms around my waist, my back leaning against his chest for support from the rush of all my locked up emotions.

I placed my hands ontop of his, removing them from around my waist.

"I'm going to class," I murmured in exhaustion, not bothering to turn around as I walked aimlessly out of the cafeteria.

I had been doing so well. I had successfully managed to lock away all those painful emotions for ten whole years, why did they all have to come flooding back now? Just as painful as it was the first time round. Why?

I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder before a voice spoke, "Chaerin, I don't think your okay enough to go to class."

"I'm fine." I said, my voice contradicting my words.

"No you're not." Seungri grabbed my arm as he pulled me away from the door of my classroom. I didn't even have any energy left to object as I let him pull me like a ragdoll.

I felt him let go of my arm but I continued to walk, my mind blank. I could feel him turning me every so often, changing the course of my direction as I continued to walk forward.

I don't know how I did it, but somehow or other I ended up stood infront of my apartment door. Seungri moved in front of me as he rooted in my bag that was on his shoulder, grabbing the keys and opening the apartment door for me. After closing the door I felt him guide me towards the sofa gently pushing me down before sitting beside me.

We sat in silence for a while before he decided to speak up, "Do you want to talk about it?"

I turned my head to look at him, anger immediately welling up in me. I abruptly stood up not wanting to sit next to him as I glared down at him.

"No. I don't want to talk about. Especially with you." I said, the venom obvious in my voice.

Seungri blinked up at me in shock, "Chaerin? What's wrong? Did I--"

"Get out." I cut him off.

"What? Chaeri--"

"I said GET OUT!" I screamed as I grabbed him by the collar, dragging him towards the door.

I swung the door open and threw him out, causing him to stumble and fall backwards on to the floor. I glared down at him, hate evident in my eyes, "Stay away from me."

I slammed the door in his confused face, turning around to lean my back against the door. I slid down, as I sat with my back against the door. I leaned my head back on the door as I propped my elbows on my kness, my hands grabbing fistfuls of my hair painfully.

"Don't cry Chaerin. Do not cry." I reprimanded myself, but that didn't stop the small tear that leaked from my eye as all the memories came flooding back.

Dara's POV

Hmmm... Warm...

I tried to roll onto my other side but something was stopping me. I frowned, 'Why can't I move?' That's when I felt it. The familiar strong arms wrapped protectively around me. That wasn't the thing that shocked me though. Why the hell was I in his arms on a bed. A BED people! How did we end up on a bed again?!

My eyes snapped open and I was greeted with the bite mark on Jiyong's neck, my nose was practically having a relationship with it right now. I pulled back from him and looked up to see Jiyong with his eyes closed, asleep. I tried to pull back when I felt his arms tighten around me. I lifted my head up as I looked around, taking in the surroundings. This wasn't my room.... but why did it look so familiar? Thats when it hit me. I'd seen this room before, through two thick pieces of glass. I was in Jiyong's room! What the hell was I doing here?! What was I doing in Jiyong's room, on Jiyong's bed... WITH JIYONG?!

I racked my brains for a reasonable explanation but came up blank. 'Come on Dara. Think! THINK!'

Bom... Bom running out crying... Me going ape at Seunghyun... Seunghyun walking out... Me trying to find Seunghyun... Me bumping into Jiyong... Jiyong holding me.. Jiyong taking me to the car... then blank.

Whatever! It doesn't matter if I can't remember, the fact of the matter was I was once again lying on a bed with Jiyong. I tried to pull away from him, but his grip tightened further. What's wrong with him?! I began to struggle against him trying to get out of his death grip but to no avail. I have no choice..

I lifted my arm ready to smack him when his hand shot out to grab my wrist stopping me.

"Stop wriggling will you," his husky voice spoke, as he looked at me through sleepy eyes, 'Awww, he looks like a cute puppy!' I couldn't help but think. I quickly shook the thought away as I continued to wriggle.

"I wouldn't have to wriggle if you weren't holding on to me with your death grip!" I complained as I continued to thrash, "Let me goooo." I whined.

I was about to start kicking when he rolled over to lie on top of me, stopping my attempts "Don't even think about" he threatened, now fully awake.

I pouted and began to whine, "You're heavy Ji. Get off me!"

"Nah, this is quite comfortable," he said as he nuzzled into my neck.

"Ji! stop it, that tickles!" I giggled, his hair tickling my neck whenever he moved his head.

I tried to push him away but he was too heavy, "Seriously Ji get off of me. What am I even doing here?"

Jiyong lifted his head up to peer down at my confused face, "You fell asleep in the car, and you didn't have your bag so I couldn't take you to your apartment, so I just brought you here."

I nodded my head in understanding but then frowned again, "Why am I in your bed? Why am I in your bed with you?!"

"Hey! don't give me that accusing look! Our sofas aren't the most comfortable things in the world, so I brought you in here. It's not my fault you wouldn't let go of me!" he defended.

"When did I not let go of y--" I paused when the image of a blurry Jiyong came to mind.

"Don't leave me. Please don't leave me.."

"Arasso, I won't leave you. I'm not going anywhere."

I blushed as I remembered how I practically begged him to stay with me.

"Is that a blush I see?" Jiyong teased as he poked my cheek.

I slapped his hand away before using all my strength to push him off of me, luckily this time he rolled off to the side of me, a smirk on his face.

"Tch! It never happened okay?! I didn't know what I was saying!" I defended as I sat on his bed, looking down at his satisfied smirking face, his head resting on his folded arms as if he were sunbathing or something.

"If you say so," he sing songed.

I pouted as I smacked him on his chest, but Jiyong just laughed.

/grumble/

My blush deepened as Jiyong raised an eyebrow, an amused look on his face as his eyes flickered to my tummy, "Hungry?"

I nodded, as I thought back to when I last ate. I always skipped breakfast and after everything that happened in the cafeteria I didn't get to eat lunch either.

Jiyong sat up, swinging his legs off of the bed to stand up as he offered his hand out to me, "Come on, time to feed the rabbit."

I rolled my eyes but nevertheless grabbed onto his hand and let him pull me off of the bed. I glanced at the clock on his wall to see that it was 6PM, we'd been asleep for a good 5 or so hours.

I walked into Jiyong's kitchen and opened the fridge, my nose scrunching up as I saw how empty it was, "Ji! You don't have anything!"

"Yeah I know, Seungri's always cooking every chance he gets and he uses absolutely everything in the fridge," Jiyong said as he stood behind me, peering into his empty fridge.

"Okay, lets go to my apartment then, I'm sure I have some Ramyeon!" I said excitedly as the prospect of eating my all time favourite food.

"You and your ramyeon," Jiyong rolled his eyes.

"Hey, do you think Seungri's back? Lets see if he wants to come over," I asked as I looked at the closed door beside Jiyong's room.

Jiyong shrugged before walking over to knock on Seungri's door, "Yah, Seungri! You in there? Want to go over to Daras for food?"

The door opened to see a dishevelled Seungri, "Dara's? No thanks." he said before closing the door.

Jiyong turned around with a confused face, "What was that about? Seungri never rejects a chance to spend time with his favourite noona..."

"Do you think he's okay?" I asked in concern as I approached the door, standing next to Jiyong.

"Maybe he's just tired," Jiyong guessed before grabbing my arm and pulling me away from Seungri's door.

As we were walking out of the apartment block I glanced at the security guard and shifted closer to Jiyong, "Ji... your security guard is giving me weird looks..." I whispered as I saw the guard wriggle his eyebrows at me.

Jiyong chuckled as he looked back at the security guard giving him a wave, "Just ignore him, he's just a bit loopy."

I nodded my head slowly as Jiyong guided me out of the apartment building and into mine. We made our way up via the elevator and stood outside our door.

"How are we going to get in if you don't have your keys?" Jiyong asked when he realised for the second time today that I didn't have my bag with me.

"It's 6PM, CL should be back... Maybe she left the door unlocked?" I said unsure as I pushed the handle down and tried to open the door.

The door cracked open slightly and I turned to smile at Jiyong, I tried to push the door further but it wouldn't budge. I frowned and turned to face the door again as I gave it another push but it just stayed in the same place as if something was in the way.

Jiyong pushed me to the side and shoved the door, it opened a bit more but not much. Jiyong frowned before giving it a bigger push, causing the door to open enough for us to slip in.

I slipped in through the door before turning to see what was obstructing the door.

"CHAERIN!"