Jinyoung, Baro, Gongchan, and Shinwoo spent two whole days practicing, practicing, and more practicing. Meanwhile, Sandeul was at home with his family, resting and relaxing, but he still remembered the concert Jinyoung mentioned. Sandeul knew he would have to rehearse with the rest of the gang. And the sooner, the better, since he could hardly remember the lyrics of B1A4’s songs. He thought it was odd that he forgot most of them, but he shrugged it off as he called Jinyoung. Sandeul was sure he would remember the lyrics once he was with the other members. 

     “Hey, Jinyoung!” Sandeul said, holding his phone to his ear once he was in the car. “Eomma is driving me to the apartment right now. The address was the one you texted, right?”

     Jinyoung covered the speaker of the phone so Sandeul wouldn’t hear his whisper, “Ya! Keep it down you three! I’m talking to Sandeul. He’ll be here in a few minutes!” Jinyoung returned to the cell, replying, “Yeah, that’s right. But I gotta go. Bye!” The bandleader felt bad for cutting his friend short, but they were too busy decorating the apartment for a little surprise party in honor of Sandeul returning. 

     “Jinyoung, give me a hand with this!” Shinwoo commanded, trying to tape streamers high up on the wall as he stood on a wobbly chair. 

     Gongchan entered the apartment from the laundromat, holding a basket of freshly washed and dried clothes. “I’ll be folding these in the bedroom!”

     “We don’t have time for that!” Baro whined from the kitchen as he tried his best to decorate the cake. “Just stuff them in a drawer and come make more food! Shinwoo won’t notice the clothes!”

     “He definitely won’t,” Shinwoo rolled his eyes. He stood only a few feet away from Baro who giggled. 

     Jinyoung’s cell jingled when it received a text from Sandeul. He read aloud, “‘This building doesn’t have an elevator, does it? My mum and I are here, but she needs to leave for work now.’ I guess I’ll go get him, since you know, I’m the strongest now.” He lifted his arms and flexed, showing off his biceps.

     Baro went up to Jinyoung and poked his arm, giving him a smirk, “And you’re the chubbiest now. Blood must be super high in calories or something.”

     Jinyoung dropped his arms and shook his head, pretending to be very frustrated, “That’s pure muscle, pabo. I’ll go get him now. You guys finish decorating, and hurry. I don’t want to stall him.” Jinyoung left as the other three picked up the pace. 

     “Won’t it be nice having everyone together again?” Shinwoo admitted as he tacked up the last streamer. 

     “Definitely,” Baro was finally satisfied with his cake and came into the living room to look through the peephole on the door as they waited for Jinyoung and Sandeul. 

     Gongchan quickly threw away a few wrappers that were laying around and scanned the rooms for any other imperfections. “If only we had another hour. I didn’t realize how filthy this place was getting.”

     “Sandeul’s not going to care about cleanliness. He cares about the food,” Baro bursted into laughter. 

     His two friends followed suit, until they started to hear talking from outside the door. 

     “Seriously, hyung,” Sandeul’s muffled voice grew louder. “How did you gain so much muscle in only a few days? Eating an all-protein diet?... Why did we have to move dorms again? I guess you can tell me after we eat. You do have food, I’m assuming.”

     “I almost forgot how Sandeul doesn’t know how to shut up,” Baro laughed quietly as he took the cake to bring to the door. 

     When the door slowly swung open, everyone shouted, “Surprise!” leaving a shocked expression on Sandeul's face who was riding on the back of Jinyoung who held Sandeul’s duffle bag and crutches. 

     Jinyoung set down Sandeul and his belongings, giving him back the pair of crutches. Sandeul wasted no time to use them, hobbling closer to the cake, “Eh… I’ve seen nicer,” he couldn’t keep his serious expression, and let out a laugh. “Kidding, guys. Thanks! You’re… You’re the best,” Sandeul’s smile seemed forced after admiring the cake for a while. He sighed, no longer able to smile, saying out of the blue, “I have amnesia. I know. Stop lying to me like a child. My family told me what happened, so I know most of it.” With his finger, he took a sample of the cake’s frosting, and savored it. “And I like chocolate better, by the way. But I guess if you all don’t care enough about me to tell the truth, you wouldn’t care enough to make a cake that I like.”

     The other four didn’t know how to respond. Their mouths hung open as they hoped someone else would know what to say to Sandeul.