After the project, we both went to bed but I couldn't sleep. I was tossing and turning on Myungsoo's bed. Something was bothering me. In the end, I got up and decided to go get a glass of water. As I neared the door,I heard someone sobbing. I peeked outside and I saw Myungsoo holding the picture, sobbing ad whimpering. He had a hand in his hair as he clutched the picture tightly with the other. My eyes weren't lying. He was really crying in pain. The playful Myungsoo I knew was drowning himself in tears.

"What's wrong?" I rushed to him. He wiped his tears hurriedly as soon as he saw me.

"Nothing..." he choked on his word, trying hard to breathe normally.

I buried him in my arms, saying,"It's okay, you can tell me. You'll feel better."

He hesitated for a moment, then sobbed. "Yeon Ji...I loved her so much," he said. "We were in the car, I was driving...we...we argued about something...then it happened so fast...she just disappeared...she died...in the crash," he wailed in pain. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

"She died 3 years ago...on this day. I couldn't remember what we were arguing about," he swallowed. "I hope it was something important. It's all my fault, I murdered her..." he took the blame on his own.

"No it's not your fault, it was an accident. Don't blame in on yourself!" that was all I could say. I couldn't think of anything else. Hearing what he said, seeing him cry like this, I could feel his pain, his torment, losing a loved one. I hugged him tighter... It too happened to me... I could feel his pain. Unconsciously, I whispered, "I's okay, I'm not gonna lose you. I love you, Myungsoo..." I was dazed by what I said, confused.

I love him? Did he hear me?

I looked at him, still in my arms, sobbing and clutching me tightly. I think I've fallen....wait...I am...I've fallen in a thing called love...again.

I left him sleeping on his bed and I walked out to the window, looking out at the peaceful night sky. Fallen in love... it can't be...not again...not anymore. I never wanted this feeling anymore since he died...Joon Young, my dearest, most precious person in my life. Myungsoo's story was almost the same as mine, as how I lost him...

That night, we argued about something, I got so mad and ran out to the road. A car sped towards me and I didn't notice. A push from him saved me, but not him. He sacrificed himself for me, and I lost him. Tears came down uncontrollably when I realized I can't remember what we argued about. Joon young, I'm...sorry.

Meeting Myungsoo, knowing his story, fallen for him...It's so complicated. It was as if fate brought us both together. But Myungsoo has no idea of my past.

I stood there, not moving an inch. The more I thought of it, the more I realize why I felt bitter when I saw Yeon Ji in the picture. Joon Young told me he had an adopted sister, whose name was Yeon Ji too. I never got the chance to meet her, because Joon Young told me that she died in a crash. Was it the same Yeon Ji that Myungsoo loved? Thinking so much made me pass out.

"Morning. Sorry for my behavior yesterday.." Myungsoo apologized as soon as I got up. My face was stiff with dried tears.

"It's okay..." I mumbled, clearing my head.

"Yah...Myungsoo," I called.

"Ne?" he responded immediately.

"This Yeon Ji...What's her surname?" I asked and bit my lip, waiting for his answer.

"Lee. Why?" he asked, confused.

Oh My Gosh, this can't be happening...

"Does she have a brother?" I ask again. He hesitates, then nods.

"What's his name?" I asked one last time.

"Erm... if I'm not mistaken, it should be Lee Joonyoung."

My head was spinning wildly. That Yeonji, is really Joonyoung's adopted sister!