6 months ,2 weeks and 3 days.

That’s just how long Junhong or better known as Zelo had sat for countless nights in an undersized, crinkly seat as he waited for his friend to finally wakeup.

There was no denying that Junhong had felt a big deal of regret and guilt as he found out that Hoseok had been hit on the job.

He was there, he should have prioritized taking Hoseok off the firing shots as soon as he completed his part, he should have done so much more to ensure his safety.

Joseok and the rest of Hoseok’s family had been jailed, the Jung company was now under the official ownership of Hoseok; Junhong was relieved that Namjoon had been put in charge for the time being. He wasn’t that close to him, but he remembers him being loyal to Hoseok since the day they first met.

It was crazy, it had been years since he first met Hoseok in college, yet he still felt his breath hitch every time he looked at the beautiful man laying lifeless beside him, he could just reminisce their first encounter.

*Flash back*

A loud crashing noise resonated into the large parking lot, making a dozen pairs of eyes lay worriedly at the pile of papers scattered on the floor as a seemingly intact, old, tattered motorbike and a young lanky lad buried underneath the bike.

Junhong huffed in despair a she tried to free himself from the death trap that was his motorbike, the old thing had giving him a headache all morning, first it refused to start, second it randomly went off as soon as the traffic light went green just a couple of miles from his house and thirdly this…it refused to break causing him to lose control and crash on a tree placed on the side of the university parking lot. That was actually a bad sign and it was literally his first day there, not to talk about how embarrassing this was, he had placed foot in the campus for less than 10 minutes and had already made a big fool of himself ,he could only imagine how the rest of the day would go.

Junhong quickly picked his stuff hoping that his bike wouldn’t collapse on the other expensive bikes which were parked just nearby as he had managed to get in to the Uni via scholarship and was literarily a broke a*s kid from Gwanjgu. He checked his watch only to groan in frustration, great he was already five minute late to his first lecture and had no idea of which way to go .

He decided to damn it all and started running in any random direction he was already screwed anyway how bad could it get?

He got his answer not far too long after a kind lady had directed him towards the right direction of his lecture room.

For the second time in the last half an hour he had crashed against something or rather someone making him fly across the corridor Junghong groaned at the impact. It’s not that whatever had hit him was so heavy. It was just that Junhong was the lankiest kid on the block all skin and bones with no flesh making him more vulnerable than the average male in collisions.

As soon as he made his way into a sitting position he found himself being embraced by another warm body who proceeded to his dismay to manhandle him as they made thorough check of his body.

“-Oh my god