Jihoon POV

"Should we head back now?" No answers back. Just slient nods as the elevator doors slide apart. We walk through the halls, before while we were talking to each other our footsteps sounded drown out. But now it's as loud as a firecracker. We walk back to Hyungseob's apartment building. As we all head inside Woojin immediatly tugs my collar.

"You and me. My place. Now." He looks straight in my eyes and takes his bag, kisses Hyungseob on the cheek, whispers something to Daewhi, and leaves

"I guess I should go too." I quietly grab my bag and take my leave. I come outside the door and takes a deep breath

I can tell all of them are mad

Their mad because I didn't reveal my identity

Well, that wasn't their choice

It was mine.

I slap my face. I can't be dreaming.

I never had dreams like this anyways

Shaking my head as I walk towards the elevator. I chuckle to myself in disbelief. 

"I'm an idiot." I laugh

Making my way too Woojin's place has never felt so nerve wracking. Shaking as I try to ring the door bell.

Well even before I did ring it the door suddenly opened

"Oh. . . H-h-hi." It's Jinyoung

Oh god this is gonna be awkward

"Hi. . . Is Woojin there?" He looks around

"Yea he is. . . I mean this is his house. . Haha." He presses his lips together

How lovely, Woojin told him

"I guess I'll be taking my leave now-"

"No. Don't go. I need to clear everything up. You need to be there." I grab his arm and pull him inside

"Yo, I'm here." Woojin was straight faced and just staring at the mug on the table 

"Both of you here. Sit down. Now." We follows his orders and sit down sliently

"Jihoon-"

"I know, I know. I'll explain everything." Woojin leans back in his chair and prepares to listen. I clear my throat and begin.

"I'm going to be honest and don't be biased cause I'm not the main character. There was a boy. Every one said how he was sweet as strawberry. He had everything he wanted. he could ask for anything and his parents would give it too him right away. He was happy. But something was missing he had everything he wanted. Friends, toys about anything a little boy could wish for. But he still felt empty. One day while he was walking to school he was the first one to be sat down in his classroom and decided to roam around the school. He snuck into the back door and wanted to play on one of the swing sets. But he saw something odd. . . He saw a small little boy. The little boy was crying but it was so quiet it was the most quietest sobbing he'd ever heard. He didn't question anything, he didn't want to say anything that might hurt him even more. So he just sliently sat on the swing and started kicking his feet back and forth. The little boy stopped crying and everything was slient between them. He made the first move to the little boy by making him laugh. And that's what started the little friendship circle between them. They didn't need anyone else because they always had fun by themselves. For 2 months he would order to boxes of milk strawberry and chocolate. He did this because he and the little boy had opposite tastebuds and they would always do everything different he would perfer basketball while the little boy perfered soccer, he like the color yellow and the boy would like the boy would favor the color purple, he would have more of a sweet palette and the boy would rather have bitter foods. On the last week he had no idea that the boy would be leaving so he gave him a present. A sliver charm necklace with a white moon." I take my bag and shuffle through for the box and I hand it to Jinyoung

"The boy took this gift as a symbol of friendship. And he gave something in return. A white and sliver bracelet that he had on his hand at the time. The boy still has the bracelet till today and has kept it with him this entire time." I shuffle through the front pocket and pull out what I've been hiding the entire time

"After the boy left without notice. He felt that empty feeling again but he was so used to not having this empty feeling inside him it felt almost unfamiliar. Like he'd never felt this before. He eventually stopped smiling. Without the boy there was no way he could keep on smiling if he did it would be as if he was lying to himself. But that was it. One day he figured no one would have to worry about him if he had acted if he was okay. It was the only way to ensure others that he was fine in their eyes. He continued with the fake mask personality for 11 years and he still does it now. He felt pain and he wanted to get rid of the pain so he started to date girls. He figured if he could forget about the boy then the pain would be gone. But he realized he was only carrying on his pain and spreading it to others he became so infested in this life-like lie that he forgot what his old self was like. He decided today would be the end to all the pain he's spread and decided to endure this himself. But it seems as that has changed because the different feeling of warmth and light had filled his life again. Yet how could a stranger could feel that way it had made no sense but now he knows the stranger is not a stranger. . . He's the person that he has been searching for the past 11 years." It had made no sense but I had broke down into tears. I fell down on the rug and crouched up into a little ball. I wanted to hide myself. Not just to Jinyoung or Woojin but to the whole world.

Jinyoung knelt down beside me and lifted my head gently. He stared at me with his soft eyes filled with sympathy and love. I continued sobbing because it felt so painful that endless tears wouldn't stop falling. Woojin stands up and ruffles through my hair.

"Jihoon, do you want to stay over tonight? I could call your parents to let them know." I nod my head as Woojin takes out his phone. The tears start to fall again as I continue balling my eyes out.

"Jinyoungie, can you settle Jihoon inside my room I don't want his parents to hear noises of him crying." Jinyoung says an okay and helps me stand up. My legs are numb and shaking while I'm trembling throughout my entire body. Jinyoung takes my hand and holds it tight with our fingers overlapping as I take small shaking steps towards Woojin's room with Jinyoung leading while helping me keep balanced while I'm still balling my eyes out.

"Shhh. . ." He tells me as we enter inside Woojin's room. He sits me down on the bed as he grabs a chair from Woojin's desk and tries to calm me down. But really nothing could stop my tears they continued falling and falling it was uncontrolable.

"Wait let me get some tissues-"

"Don't leave me alone again! D-d-don't leave. . . . again. P-please" With my shaking voice I pleded him to not leave. I just found him and I didn't want to let him go again. Ever.

He stopped and nodded his head promising he wouldn't leave. I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him in close. I bury my face into his chest and start to cry all over again. He pats my head telling me with his honey-like voice how I was going to be okay. How I was going to be able to go through this.

We hear a small knock on the door as I bury my face deeper into his chest and hugs him tighter

"You can come in." Jinyoung says, I can hear the foot steps of Woojin as he asks

"Hey, is he holding up okay? How's he feeling?" Jinyoung and pats my head 

"Yeah, he's calmed down a little bit." Woojin let's out a sigh of relief and pats my back

"I called your parents. They said it was okay and that they would send your things later. Okay?" I nod my head

"Are you alright? Do you want anything?" Woojin asks Jinyoung

"No, it's okay. I'm good." Jinyoung taps my head "Hyung, do you want anything?" I pull my face out of his chest and looks at Woojin

"Okay one you need to wash your face because. My god your eyes are super red. And two you need a glass of water." He walks out of the room as I look around at my surroundings. Everything was completely blurry, my eyes itched, they felt swollen, and I felt like passing out on the spot. Jinyoung helps me stand up and leads to the bathroom. I looked in the mirrior and saw exactly that my eyes were red and swollen.

"I look horrible. Like a monster." Jinyoung looks at myself in the mirrior then looks at me 

"Your right you do look horrible." I spash him with water as he giggles like a happy child

"Hey! That's not funny!" I cross my arms and pout as he looks at me and smiles 

"Ei~ I'm just kidding, come here!" He pulls my hand and hugs me from behind. "Are you still mad~?"  I continue pouting

"Hey Jihoon I got wat-" Woojin passes the door for 2 seconds then leaves immediately. "I'll come back when you two are done!" He shouts from the next room

"Hehe, I'll take my leave now." He lets go on my hand and leaves. I spash my face with water and look in the mirrior

I just cried for the first time in 11 years.

Ha. . . I feel so much better

I walk out the door and sit near the kitchen counter where Woojin left the glass of water 

"Why are you sitting here alone?" I turn my chair around 

"Oh, it's just you Jinyoungie." He sits next to me and brushes back my hair

"I didn't know it would be you. . ." He looks at me with a dreamy look in his eyes

"Me neither. . ." I laugh 

"Ya know what? He was complaining about you earlier today." Woojin appears on the couch like a magician

"What are you talking about?" 

"Don't you know? He was going on and on about how-"

"Okay, okay, okay!! I think it's time for you to go home! I will send you home! Woojin make sure your house doesn't burn down while I'm out." I grab Jinyoung's hand and walk out the door

"Geez, he's annoying." I said rolling my eyes. He grips my fingers tighter and smiles at me.

"I think you should be happy. For having such good friends." He smiles and pats my head

Jinyoung, how do you feel right now? Is it warm? Is it tingly? Do you feel like your floating?

Was what I wanted to say. . . But it came out weird.

"Jinyoung. . ." He looks over at me and turns my face towards his

"What? What's wrong?" His eyes sparkled as they looked over at me.

Oh god. . . Don't look at me like that!

"So-you-know-I-was-just-wondering-I-you-been-feeling-the-same-way-I'm-feeling?-Like-the-feeling-of-warmth-,lighness,kinda-like-your-floating?-Ya-know-something-like-that-Ha.ha.ha.ha.ha.ha.ha.ha.ha." He looks are me with a confused look on his face.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" I shake my head and continue walking

"Haha. It's nothing let's go." I grabs my wrist

"Don't just shake it off. You wanted to say something. So say it."

Shoot