YOUR POV     "I swear Kyungmi, if my jacket gets dirty with his blood I'm going to make you die out of nosebleed" Ilhoon said glaring at me but nonetheless piggybacking the unconscious Blondie.  That's right, after he out I had to call my bestfriend since it was impossible for me to carry him. But seriously, I was so shocked to find him behind that trash bin, what was he doing there, in that empty and dangerous street? Was he following me? Did he find out my real identity? But I had always been careful and I wore the mask, which covered my mouth and half of my nose, so he couldn't have recognized me only by my eyes right? Right?!?!    "Aigoo oppa~ aren't we best of bestfriends? Shouldn't you be happy to help me?~" I blinked cutely as he shot me a look. "Seriously Kyungmi, stop this gangster thing, it's dangerous for you...you could really get hurt! When you called me I thought something happened to you! You're making me worry to death, you know?! I'm not always by your side! Especially when you entered university...since you're not with me in high school anymore I'm not able to look after you, hence I'm concerned everyday." He said with a death-serious tone as we approached my house gates.  I sighed ruffling my hair in frustration throwing an apologetic look at Ilhoon, who was practically pleading me with his eyes.    "Mianhae Ilhoon oppa...but I have to find Him, or at least I have to find out if he's living well or if he's still alive..." I breathed out as he furrowed his eyebrows and a glint of something I couldn't decipher could be seen in his eyes , but he immediately replaced the frown with a weak smile.   "Kyungmiah, what if he doesn't want to be found? Maybe he's hiding from you knowing that you're searching for him. After all it has been ten years already..." He reasoned stepping in my house as I closed the front door behind him. He was right, it had been already ten years and I still hadn't managed to find him...but I wasn't going to give up so easily. I had to find him, I had to make sure he was alright and that he managed to escape, like he promised me before disappearing from my life.     "Hoonie oppa~ let's play together!" A seven years old me said to the little eight years old boy sitting next to me on the bench.  "Arasseo--yah! Kyungmiah don't run so fast! You're going to trip!" Oppa scolded me like he usually did and as always I didn't listen to him ending up falling flat on the floor, face facing it.  "See? I told you--" "What do we have here? Two little cute kids...mmm basing from your clothing, kids from rich families..." A scary man, followed by other three, said as I shivered in fear, quickly standing up and placing myself next to Hoon.  Although he was just a year older than me he was probably more responsible than an adult, hence he protectively scooted me behind him, spreading his weak and