Minho

I don't know how long I've been sitting here. I know she can only be gone for a few hours, but it seems like an eternity to me. How could I have let our first and last conversation end like this? Why didn't I apologize? I can still see her sad eyes right in front of me. Even the wine can't make me forget. If anything, it makes me think of her more and more.

"You did the right thing." Jonghyun sits down across from me and fills a glass for himself as well. I didn't even register him or hear his footsteps. I don't want to have a conversation. I just want to sit here and wallow in my self-pity.

"Though I would have liked to keep him here until tomorrow. Oh well..." Jonghyun shrugs calmly.

What did he say?

"Him? You mean her." I ask, slightly confused, and now I do engage in conversation.

"No, I mean him." Jonghyun looks at me like I'm slow on the uptake. And then it dawns on me.

"Oh you're talking about Shindong. No, what he did..." but I don't want to finish my sentence. What Shindong did or wanted to do is terrible. I will never forgive him. He of all people should know that I am extremely allergic to intrusive men. After all, that's exactly why I hired him back then.

Jonghyun sighs and sounds disappointed.

"Man, you're really blind." I don't know what he means, and if I'm honest, I don't care. I don't care about anything anymore. Tomorrow we'll get Mark out of there and then I'll turn myself in. Then it will all be over. I'm tired. A life on the run is not for me.

"Did you really think that was a girl?" reproachfully Jonghyun looks at