I opened my eyes to find myself laying on the couch in the practice room. My eyes darted to the clock.

6:48pm

I lifted myself up, and took off Junhoe's jacket which was covering me.

I must have knocked out. The last thing i remember was Junhoe looking at me. His expression made it seem like he saw a ghost. It made me sick to my stomach to just think of an excuse to cover up that panic attack.

"you're awake"

Junhoe was leaning against the practice room door as he spoke. His hands tucked in his pockets as his gaze rested on the floor. 
He was clearly mad. 

"yea..... " i didnt dare look at him as i got up from where i was sitting. I realized then that there was a bowl of water and several towels resting beside the couch.