YOUR POV       "Well that was kind of...unnecessary..." I trailed off after being forced on lying on the bed before Ilhoon told me everything.  My bestfriend, who was sitting right next to me, on the bed, sighed ruffling his hair and boring his eyes into mine.   "I know...but...I don't want him to hurt you again...I don't want to see you break down, and the memory of you crying your heart out just made my anger rise up..." He explained caressing my cheek. I could feel that he was being completely sincere and I couldn't get mad at him either, after all he was just worried and the things he had said, though they were too harsh, were true. The fact that I didn't know if I wanted to be his girlfriend was true, the fact that I didn't know if Ljoe was playing again with my feelings was true, so I couldn't possibly blame Ilhoon, could I? Not to add the fact that what Ljoe had said to my bestfriend was really harsh as well, so they were kind of...how do I say it...even?    "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have lost my control..." Ilhoon interrupted my thoughts, looking down guiltily.    "Don't worry oppa, it's not your fault. You just stated the truth, sooner or later I would have told him about my unsure feelings anyways..." I reassured him and shifted my gaze on Niel, who was standing near the door, leaning his body against the wall. His brows knitted together in a frown as he pursed his lips while he was looking intently at the floor, seeming to be thinking really hard.    "Is something wrong?" I asked out of curiosity as he snapped his head up, to meet my eyes with his.    "I don't know...Hyung seemed really angry when he stomped out of the apartment and it's been already four hours since he left, it's already 10 p.m. And the others said that he didn't head back to our dorm, plus he isn't picking up anyone's call...I'm a little worried..." He scratched the back of his neck fishing out his phone, probably to check if his hyung had somehow contacted him.    "Don't worry I'm sure he can take care of himself perfectly and beside I think that he just needs some time alone...let's just wait a little bit more..if he doesn't show up then we'll think about something...for now just go back to your dorm, I think you're tired already..." I said though I was a little concerned myself. I could see that he was really worried and keeping him there wasn't probably the right choice, so I decided to send him off to his dorm where he most likely would have felt more at ease in case Ljoe would have chosen to head back.  He seemed unsure as to leave me there or not but I reassured him saying that Ilhoon was there and that he didn't have to worry about me since I was more than alright.  Still doubtful he slowly left the apartment with concern painted on his usually cheerful features.          I sighed and looked at Ilhoon "so what did you tell my parents and Zelo this time?".    "I said that we were going on a little vacation with Niel and Ljoe. I swear when I informed her that we were skipping school for a week she squealed in joy...and when I said that Ljoe would have come with us she practically thanked the Heavens! What's wrong with your mom? Is she that happy if you skip a day of school?" My bestfriend chuckled at my mother's strangeness.    "Yeah...I remember that time when I wasn't feeling really well and I stayed at home...she literally threw herself on me hugging me and mumbling incoherent words...she probably thinks that I'm too much of a nerd and that I should be more badass...anyways it's not MY mom, it's OUR mom." I corrected him grinning widely as he ruffled my hair.  "Arasseo...OUR mom is really strange...I bet that if you told her you were a gangster she would be extremely happy..." He shook his head disapprovingly nevertheless smiling.        -----   I sighed, concern and worries eating me up. It was already 3 a.m. and, as Niel had just informed me via text message, Ljoe hadn't still showed up nor picked up one of their many calls.   I checked Ilhoon who was lying next to me, his hands clasped together under his right cheek, his eyelids shut and his mouth slightly ajar as his chest moved up and down regularly. Sure that he was sleeping tightly and finally resting, I carefully and slowly stretched my hand out to reach my phone on the bedside, but immediately regretted when the wound started to sting and the phone fell out of my grasp causing a loud thud. I instantly snapped my head to Ilhoon's direction but fortunately found him still peacefully sleeping unaffected by the noise I had just caused. Giving up on my comfortable spot on the bed I stood up and bent down to take the fallen object. I dialed the number I wanted to call and waited.    Surprisingly he picked up almost immediately but he didn't talk, the only things I could hear were a buzzing sound and some light disco music. Where was he? What was he doing? Why hadn't he headed back to his dorm? Was he alright?      "Yeoboseyeo?" I called but no one answered, just a sigh could be heard from the other line and I grew more worried than I already was. "Yeoboseyeo?!" I tried again "yah! Where are you?!" I whispered/shouted not wanting to wake my bestfriend up. To prevent myself from r