Sunggyu frowned as he watched his workers reports in his office. "Hyung-nim! We think we have found the person you're looking for!"

"You think?" Sunggyu stood up and leaned over his desk and grabbed the guy's collar. "I want a CERTAIN. Track down the bastard. Leave no rock unturned."

The guy nodded and nervously ran out of the office.

Sunggyu sighed and sat back down. He looked at the picture on his desk of you and him. The two of you had taken that picture the day before you started highschool. He had his arms wrapped around your waist and you had your arms wrapped around his neck. The two of you managed to do peace signs at the same time. He reached out and grabbed it and touched your face affectionately. "~~~~~-ah... I was a bad cousin... a bad oppa... forgive me. I couldn't even look after your things... I couldn't look after you... I'm such a failure..." He sighed and placed the picture frame down again.

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Dongwoo flicked through the TV, searching for something to watch. He stopped at a gag show. He smiled, reminded of the fact you and he used to sit together, cuddled up, trying to steal the blanket off each other, watching gags all day and all night long. You were never like other teenage girls. You didn't like watching romatic dramas. You'd scrunch up your nose whenever you saw it on the telly. You were more into horrors and action movies or gag shows.

Dongwoo looked at the TV then grabbed out his wallet. He flipped it open and revealed a photo of you and him. It was from that time the two of you hung out after you moved in with MBLAQ. He grinned goofily to himself.

He remembered how you and Sungjong would try to wake him up in the mornings. How you and Sungjong  would all play tricks and pranks on the other members.He laughed at the memory of the time Sungjong and you managed to get a bucket of green paint on top of the door... and Sungyeol walked right into the trap.

He sighed and shrunk back down into the couch. He missed you. His life felt so empty without you. You were his best friend. His best mate. You understood him more than anyone ever did. You were always there for him and knew what was wrong with him before he did himself. You knew why he was happy or sad or angry before he knew why. You could see through him like someone looking through a glass window.

You were like his other half...not in the love way but in a way the two of you would do most things together. Like the same person. Now, he felt as if he lost a part of himself.

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