It wasn't until a fortnight into living with the Clan members that I realised how much their presence had helped me through this period of grieving. Granted, after each day of school or even hours of gaming, my mind immediately returned to its original state of hollowness and despondence.  Yet to watch Jooheon messing around with Minhyuk's food at every meal, Wonho being absolutely stern 24/7 but whines only when his ramen are stolen by Hyungwon, Kihyun just being a nagging "mum" to everyone, and Changkyun sprouting nonsense at me were oddly comforting. As I rolled through my text messages that night with my late friend, I was surprised at my new-found ability to suppress my tears. 

"You're really much stronger than I gave you credit for," Changkyun said without looking away from his computer screen nor taking off his headphones. For the third day in a row, he's been diligently listening in on the couple's apartment. He's even given up on all his multi-player games to opt for his computer's built-in pinball games, since he couldn't possibly play Overwatch muted. I was curling up in one of his spare swivel chairs in a familiar position that I had gotten accustomed to over the past two weeks. All the older boys seemed to have recognised that Changkyun's surveillance station was now officially the maknae corner in the warehouse, so they just left us to our own devices. 

"How do you even know what I'm doing, you've been staring at that screen," I scoffed, trying to mask the sadness that was certain in my voice. 

"If I can only focus on one screen at a time, then I wouldn't have been qualified for this job. Also, you're only silent when you're thinking. With that ugly expression you have, you're probably thinking about Yuna-sshi." 

"Nothing goes undetected by you huh," I muttered inaudibly. 

"Same goes to you," he returned my sarcastic comment with a seemingly genuine compliment, "I think you must have come to a new conclusion now about Yuna-sshi. You've been scrolling through your KKT every night. There's only so much you can deduce in a string of words." 

I rolled my chair over to his side so that I could talk with him without the other boys eavesdropping. Without walls in this warehouse, there were pretty much no secrets. Sometimes that's hard. 

"I'm sure it's a murder," I declared unceremoniously. He barely even raise his brow at my claim. 

"That's not new, it's just a reaffirmed conclusion. You said you witnessed a the murder on the day you arrived." He whispered in his low voice. Despite not having headphones on, I had to lean closer to catch his words. 

Mentioning the incident again sent slight shivers down my spine. I bit my lips, debating if I should divulge that buried scene in my head to someone. Surely Changkyun could make someone out of it? If anything, the boy would be the best to give me advice?

So that was exactly what I did - I told him about the night I had tried to go for a late night visit for Yuna at the hospital, against the curfew imposed by the hospital. She had wanted to discuss something; probably the graduation trip that we had talked way too much about over text. It was as if I was reliving the scene again - walking across the courtyard of the hospital's front, heading towards the building in the wee hours of the morning. The place was shockingly quiet, possibly because it was one of those weekday nights where everyone drove safely and there were simply no last minute emergencies. Yuna had been feeling immensely cooped up within the place, having stayed there for almost a month now for the early stages of her chemotherapy. She was complaining how her hair always left a tangled mess on the pillow in the morning, so she wanted me to go over that night to give her a crew cut so that she could shock her mother when she visited that weekend. Everything sounded so positive on text till hours before she jumped. I was walking on a particularly dark path, because a couple of the street lights seemed to