Warning; Alcohol Consumption, Uncensored Swearing & Angsty chapter.

Hanbin 

  Hanbin knows it was rude of him, the words he said, the way he said them, but seeing the old picture of Junseo, Bobby and him made him lose all notion of kindness and self-control. Glacing at the photo, some memories, emotions came back in Hanbin's mind, things that he always kept at the back of his head, at the bottom of his heart, away from his everyday life. And he remembered everything as it was only yesterday, the look of helplessness displayed on Junseo's face right before he passes away. The sirens of firefighters, ambulances and polices cars.    And like always, Hanbin's angry, not at Junseo but him, because he feels guilty. Even after five years, he believes himself as the sole responsible of his death. Five years and anyone would think he has moved on, but each second, Hanbin is haunted by his past, by his mistake and there's no loophole to escape the guiltiness he carry with him.   Putting the picture in the pocket of his jeans, Hanbin makes his way out of bedroom. Once out, he notices Hanna and Sena friendly chatting with the others. No sign of Ara and this only makes him feel more guilter. After all, she found the picture he was desperately looking for ever since he moved in that apartment.   ``Where are you going?`` Jinhwan asks as he sees Hanbin heading towards the door and putting on his shoes.    ``Take some air`` Hanbin replies as he shrugges his shoulders. He's feeling melancholic.``I'll be back soon``   Hanbin quickly leaves before Jinhwan stops him because it's almost the curfew time. Strolling around the familiar streets, Hanbin can't help but feel a lump forming in his thoart. He stops by a store and fills his inside of alcohol. So much that his vision starts to get blurry. Hanbin's not an alcoholic, on the contrary, he only drinks a few times, on occasions, his first time being with Junseo. His inner voice tells him to not do it today nor any other day because he has a poor tolerance but it doesn't stop him.   And then he walks and stumbles, his legs automatically leading him somewhere he knows very well. A path he took thousand of times before.    The local library. Around ten o'clock of the night. The street is empty and the sky dark, and in the midst of the darkness, Hanbin remarks Ara's car parked in front the library. He blinks a few times and curses underneath his breath. Am I so drunk that I see things? Why would she be there at this time anyway?    Not paying much attention to the vehicle, Hanbin does what he always does. He walks to the backside and climb up the scale to the rooftop. The library is constructed in such way that its larger and wider more than longer, not that the height matters to Hanbin though.   Hanbin likes being there, because it's the only place where he recalls and remembers the good memories and the not the bad. He lays on the cold and dirty ground and began to talk in the vacancy, not noticing the presence of someone behind him.   ``Ya, Junseo, are you there? We're going to debut soon, you better come back quickly. Didn't you want to make your mother proud? Why did you ran away