I sighed and took in my surroundings. It's good to be back. I don't know much of the language still but I do understand  so it's easy for me to communicate.

"Chayooouuunggg-ssi~" I sat up on the bed and stood up to open the door. It's hanbin

"Can I borrow your phone?" I furrowed my eyebrows and hesitantly handed over my phone

"Thanks, I'll be quick." He dialled on my phone and I think I know who he's calling.

"Yah! I knew you'd pick up. Why don't you answer my calls?!" He sulked and dropped to the ground panting. I gasped and looked around. He doesn't really care about his image.

"What are you? A kid?" He throwing tantrums and ranting off to my sister. I'm sure it's hayi on the other end.

"Yah don't you know alot of girls are waiting for my call? You should be honored to even have my number." I raised a brow

"Then give them your number and call them instead!" He let the phone distance from his ears. He pouted and drew imaginary circles on the ground. I find it adorable and I want to choke him at the same time.

"But I only want y- yah!" He looked at my phone in disbelief. He looked up at me for help. I shrugged. He stood up and gave me a watery eyes

"She hunged up on me!" He showed my phone, shook it and stomped on his feet.

"First of all, my sister's a savage. She doesn't like cheesy . Second, are you really iKON's leader." He looked like he was avkut to cry when I snatched my phone away from him. I redialed hayi's number and put it on speaker phone. She didn't answer.

"She already know it is you so she won't pick up." He sulked and stomped to his room and slammed the door shut.

"Why does he make feel like it's my fault?" I asked no one. I shook my head and closed the door them sat back on bed.

I stared at the ceiling and sighed. Oh, wait. I sat back up and took off my necklace. I stared at it. I followed the instructions and gasped.

I hear his laugh, his hand got something from his pocket and he let it go, letting it dangle on his fingers, shining.

Mahal kita.

Daisuki, Aieru.

A tear slipped my eyes as I stared at the wall, where the projection shows the word I Love You written in one hundred languages.

"Who are you?" I whispered to myself. I wiped my tears and called someone on my phone.

"Jisoo unnie!" I called out as soon as she answered.

"Did I have a boyfriend? Did he die? Did the pain of him dying made my memories of him go away?" I asked in one breathing. She told me to calm down but I'm getting overwhelmed. I see no other explanation of why I'd forget about his existence. Did I