[Yoo's POV]

I found myself back inside the elevator, but this time, making my way out of the apartment. As I walked past the reception desk, I put my hands into the pocket of my hoodie to find out that my pockets were empty. A sudden realization came to me. I had forgotten to pick it up from the floor when I had dropped it. That horse... 

I found myself blaming Hoseok oppa again. What was it with me and that oppa today?

I stood there counting off the pros and cons of going back upstairs.

I started with the pros, being the positive person I am. First, I would have my phone and wouldn't have to keep borrowing Hyun's like the last time I lost my phone. And I would save myself the trouble from being glared at all by those girls that stared at him whenever he passed, talking about whose brother he was. I knew from experience that looks could kill. 

Second, I wouldn't have to risk being worried about my phone falling into the wrong hands. Now that I was thinking about it, I wasn't so sure that my lock screen would keep my curious brother from the inside of the phone. Then I moved on to the darker side of my options.  

First, I would be totally off task and not to mention, very late to school. I would have make a 90 degree bow to the chemistry teacher. Not to mention go into her office with a very sorry and meaningful expression to say a polite apology to the devil that was threatening my life with ionic compounds and the vsper theo