Junyoung ran, ran like he never did before, ran like what he should do that fateful night. The cold wind didn't stop him, the freezing night rain didn't have a single effect on his speed. All he wanted to reach him and he is not going to stop until his.hands are securely in his.

"Kwanghee!", he shouted as soon as he saw the familiar distant figure, which was sheltered by an umbrella.

He didn't turn around, Junyoung panicked inside, he breathed unevenly, his head started throbbing. All the wild imaginations started messing with his weak mind, the painful memories started playing like a familiar old movie. He couldn't afford to have the same accident to happen twice, he couldn't manage to live if he lose him. He was afraid of the fact of being alone, he was scared that he would lose Kwanghee the way he lose his sister.

"Don't ever call me your sister again"

Her last words to him, after he foolishly didn't ran after her and before he saw her in a pool of blood. It was just another hit-and-run to everyone and no one blamed Junyoung for it. But they don't know, they don't know how Junyoung was feeling inside, for letting her ran through the door and just watched her slammed the door. People didn't know he was the reason why she died, people didn't know. If only Junyoung didn't fight with her, if only Junyoung realized that small things they were arguing about is nothing compared to her, if only Junyoung stopped he