Note: I decided to write a series of oneshots for this story. It's not written in order. You might be confused with the timeline. 

 

~~~~♥ ♥ ♥ ~~~~ 

Sunggyu reached for his phone inside his bag. Practice just ended and he was tired. After six hours of nonstop dancing, they finally decided to rest and go home. 

"Hyung, we're leaving." Sungjong said, holding his own bag.  "Ok. Go ahead." "Not going home, hyung? Again?" L said. He was standing next to Sungjong.  "I will, Myungsoo. Just go with Sungjong and tell Sungyeol to cook dinner for us." The two left, leaving him alone in their practice room.    He brought out his phone and was shocked to see his call logs.  He has 34 missed calls. All from his girlfriend of eight months. His Song Yi.    She doesn't call much so he was shocked to see the list of calls she made to him. Usually, he's the one calling her. He checked the last call made and it was two minutes ago. He dialled her number and waited for her to answer. On the second ring, she answered the phone.    "Hello? Song Yi?" "Oppa.." Then he heard her sniffing.  "Song Yi? What happened, are you crying?" "Opppppa~~~~" Then she started sobbing.  "Are you alright? What happened? Where are you?" He was worried. She doesn't cry. He has not seen her cry.  "Dorm..." "Are you alone? I'm on my way." He picked up his bag and exited the practice room, half running to his car.  "Song Yi ah, just don't drop the line ok?" He said when his girlfried continued to sob over the phone.  "Are you hurt? Did someone hurt you?" He heard more sobbing and drove faster than what he is used to.  "I will be there in just few minutes. Just don't drop the call." He does not want to panic but he is starting to. His girlfriend had stopped talking and cannot even utter a single word to him.  "I am just parking. Please wait for me." He was looking for an empty slot and found one available. He parked quickly and exited his car.  "Song Yi ah, I am at the carpark entrance. I cannot enter because I don't have access card. Can you open from there?" "Ok..." She sniffed again and he heard some rustles in the background. She was moving from wherever she is.  "Oppa, I've opened it. We are on the 7th floor. 709." She seemed calm now but he is still worried and he wants to see her to make sure she's ok.  "I'm going up now." She hanged up and he was more worried. He walked fast and entered the elevator. He keep on moving and was restless because of anxiety. He wants to see her. Good thing no on was inside because he looks insane.  Fina