Donghae ran through the busy Seoul streets, frantically searching for Sohee. He kept calling her number, but he was transported to voicemail right away. She had left him one text: 

오빠... (Oppa...)

"God Dammit," he cursed under his breath, "Sohee-yah, where are you?" 

Sohee sat in the small grocery store. She had bought a cup of instant ramen and sat depressingly by the store window. 

"I must be stupid," she criticized herself, "Trying to think that Sung Yeol would still be the same."

She saw that her phone screen lit up again, and Donghae's caller ID showed up for the twentieth time. She felt his caller ID photo with her finger.

"But you care about me, don't you?" she whispered and she quickly ended the ringing by swiping the red button. 

"I thought he would be stuck in the past," she sighed to herself, unlocking her phone, "But somehow I was instead."

She clicked through her photos. She laughed. 

"And I thought I liked Donghae...What was I thinking?"

"Pscht," Sohee giggled to herself, "Those were my dad's glasses..."

She locked her phone.

"Sung Yeol-ah..." 

Her eyes suddenly felt heavy. 

"Sohee-yah!" 

But Sohee was quickly passed out.