She had wondered if the rumors were true. If he had finally dumped her sorry . She hurried into the gym locker searching for the lanky jet-black haired best friend of hers. "Jiyong!" she called out.

Nothing...

"Jiyong! This isn't funny!" she huffed. Her short brunette hair flew with the slight wind the window gave the room. She turned her head looking for her dumb childhood friend. She searched the entire locker room, and there was no sign of him.

The shower room...

She made her way into the shower room hoping anyone who would be there were fully clothed, or it was better that no one was there. "Jiyong?!" she had called out.

And again, no answer...

She headed her way out the room, but someone had taken hold of her wrist. She gasped. Her voice was about to leave , but nothing seemed to come out. She realized there was something covering . "It's me." she heard a familiar voice. Jiyong. "Shhh... you don't want the guys to know you're in here, again. And I don't want them telling Luna. She'll kill you." she felt him press his hand on top . She pulled away from him, punching him in the shoulders.

"I thought you guys broke up." said Dara as she wiped .

Jiyong's eyebrow shot up looking at her in a what-the- look. "And where did you hear that?"

"Rumors,"

"You don't actually believe that nonsense," He had said. He tugged the towel that was the only thing covering his body. She was used to it.

Dara covers her eyes with her hands like Jiyong asked, but he didn't. She knew he had to tighten his towel. "Well, it's not hard to believe. Than believing you guys are still together after...-"

She heard a sound like a piece of cloth being torn. She removed her hands from her eyes just to find him in a dark blue shirt that showed a little more chest than usual. "After what, Dara?"

"You know..." she swayed as she said it. "Forget about it."

She heard a loud bang of a locker being shut. Jiyong was putting on a pair of black jeans. As he finished he turned to Dara and said, "No, let's TALK about this."

"Ji, I didn't mean it that way..." she quietly said as she looked deep in his eyes. But, he had spoken like she never said a  word, "It has seemed to be your favorite subject. I would clearly know this because you have been saying it to me since the after rung in your ears like music."

"I'm sorry, okay?"

Jiyong waved his hand in the air. "Whatever D,"

Dara gaped open. Jiyong had never called her D since the first time they met. That nickname was quickly replaced to Darung or Rabbit. She knew she crossed a line. "Ji," she said in a whisper. "I'm sorry, okay? How many times will I have to say it?"

"I thought you said just to forget about it."

Dara scratched her arm, "Bu-but you were the one who said-"

"Now, now Darung," Jiyong grabbed Dara's arm pulling her toward to what seemed to be a window.

Dara looked at Jiyong mortified, "Ji?!" she hastily said, "Where are you taking me!"

Jiyong shook his head. "Window,"

"What about the window?"

He grinned from ear to ear, Dara saw. "How else are we getting out?"

She stared at him startled. Was he mad!? Although they were in the first floor the walls were high, and so was the window. She looked down and saw him wearing shoes already. How the-?

"Hello? Earth to Dara?" she saw a hand waving in front of her face.

"Hmm?" She had said her voice wavering.

She heard him chuckle. Her eyes went straight to him, and she mad a face. The window wasn't as small as she had thought. It was big enough for them to slip out on. Great. Jiyong pushed the window open. The sound of the gliding crystal made Dara crunch up her face. Light immediately stretched into the room making flying dust particles visible.

"I don't think this is such a pretty idea, Ji." Dara said backing away. Jiyong hopped on the window. His feet were resting on top the window.

He reached out his hand to Dara. "Come on," he gestured to her to come, "Scaredy rabbit." With that he leaped and. When his feet landed fair on the ground he yelled a big 'Woohoo'.

Dara had witnessed it. She was afraid of heights, and what Jiyong did wasn't so pleasant to her. Before she could yell out to him: her phone rang. She quickly fished it out her pocket. "Hello?" she had said.

"Get down here will you." She heard his irritating voice ring in her ears. Looked out the window just to find Jiyong look up at her sticking out his tongue.  She rolled her eyes, and gave him a look of her fist punching herself pointing at him afterwards. "Stop that,"

"Then get down here," They were looking at each other her from above and him from below. His long hair that ended above his eyes blew in the wind. It was rare to see his forehead even for her, and she has known him for years...

"No, I would never do something so barba-"

She heard a voice. Dara's eyes widened when she heard it again, closer, and louder. She looked at Jiyong who seemed to be meshing his eyebrows together. "Dara? Is something wrong?" Jiyong spoke in half a panic and amusement. Dara shook her head. "Come down, Dara." Jiyong said over the line more firm now: she noticed. She gripped her phone hesitating. She had only one shot in living, right? She closed her eyes gripping her apple green phone harder as she pushed it closer to her ear. She could hear Jiyong say 'come on' over again. With a bit of pixie dust she hoped she had gotten over the second she jumped out of the window  just as the doors flew open reviling no one, but an open window.

Dara felt like she was flying, but she wasn't. Her hair felt like it was being ripped out of her scalp. It was an eerie feeling. She had the urge to scream, but nothing seemed to come out .

"Well, that wasn't so bad," she felt herself in Jiyong's arms. She likes being in his arms. Like a big brother was always there to protect her.

She rolled her eyes. She pulled her right leg down to the ground and the le-

She fell. More like dropped to the ground. She cursed as she rubbed her .

"Hey, Luna."

Luna...

"What are you doing here?"

"Can't I look for my boyfriend and find him looking at a bush?" Jiyong tried to put up a decent grin.

He looked back at the bush where he had dropped Dara. "Of course you can."

I'm behind a bush? Dara turned her head just to find herself poked by a twig. "Jesus," she muttered. Dara rubbed her cheek and frowned.

"So, what's up?" Jiyong asked Luna who was still curiously eyeing the green bush behind her boyfriend.

"I don't know, you tell me."  Jiyong arched an eyebrow.

Jiyong stared up. "We're not talking about this."

"Why not!?"

"Because!," Jiyong began yelling, "It's not that important! She's my best friend. And we wouldn't be together if it wasn't for her! You just can't accept the fact that you were the one that broke the three of us apart."

Luna lifted her hand to cover we parted mouth. Jiyong never raised his voice at her. Maybe that one time where she almost fell off a cliff, but that was an out of love and concern. The difference now was she felt the hatred bore in his voice. "Don't make yourself regret, Jiyong." She turned away from him, walking away with that walk of hers.

Jiyong huffed aside shoving the recent scenario that just had happened within reach of Dara's ears.

I've got a lot of explaining to do, he thought. "Dar-" Jiyong's perplexed face was visible as glass. He looked deeper into the bush. No Dara.

He was sure going to get it.