YOUR POV     I looked at him confused, why was he apologizing? What did he do?   "I don't understand..." I knitted my brows together as he looked at me with a sad expression.   "Kyungmiah...I...I...I-"   "He's the boy you're looking for, little girl." The leader of the gang cut off Ilhoon, smirking and throwing a dirty look at my bestfriend, who on the other hand glared back.    "W-what are y-you s-saying?I-Ilhoon oppa is not Hoon oppa..." I stuttered dumbfounded as my mind was still trying to understand what the man said.   "Pssh I would recognize him anywhere, after all he was the one to leave me this scar.." He said showing us his wrist "...but of course he wasn't the only one to leave a little gift...if he's the one you're searching for he'll have a little scar on his neck, I recognized him thanks to that" my head started to spin, what the hell was happening? Did he just say that Ilhoon oppa was the one I was searching all along? He looked so sure about it, however there was no reason why my bestfriend wouldn't have told me something as important as that, so I was sure he was lying. Trembling, I stretched my hands out to move Ilhoon's shirt a little, so that I could check if there was really a scar.    "Wait a moment...how do I know if you're lying or not? As far as I know he could have a scar, but that doesn't mean he's the one I'm searching for...everyone could have a scar on their neck." I explained as the man laughed evilly    "Oh, his scar has a special shape...you'll find five nail marks...tsk tsk tsk that little kid bit me before running away, but I chased after him and dug my nails into his little and weak neck. I have to admit that he was really fast and a strong child, even though he was bleeding so much, he managed to run away." He said with a sickening voice, he was crazy, really. Digesting what he had just said, I gulped down, still with my hands on my bestfriend's shirt. I looked up to meet his eyes as he gulped down, not knowing what to say. My breathing stopped when I saw those five marks on his neck as my hands shot up to cover my mouth, which hanged open. I could feel tears trickle down my cheeks as Ilhoon raised his hands to wipe them off, but I didn't let him, I shoved them away.    I was hurt, hurt that my own bestfriend had fooled me for so many years, hurt that I missed Hoon oppa for ten years when all along he was next to me, hurt that he lied to me *haha how stupid was for me, Hoon and Ilhoon...tsk tsk tsk I didn't even know my bestfriend's name, but what do I know about him? Right now...Nothing.*   "W-Why?" I questioned as my head started to spin even more, it was too much to take and my heart and head were hurting. Ilhoon or Hoon, looked at me as his eyes watered a little, at which I broke our stare...if I had continued on looking at him, I would have forgiven him.    "I'm sorry...I'm sorry Kyungmiah...please look at me...I'm so sorry..." He said as he reached to cup my face.    I glared at him, shrugging his hands off and abruptly standing up "I asked you why." I repeated coldly waiting for his reply, silence was filling the room as the leader of the gang didn't dare to open his mouth, afraid that I would have done something to him.    "Why?!" I shrieked when Ilhoon didn't say anything  "I'll ask you once again...why the didn't you tell me from the start!?!? Why?!?!" I sh