Seungho woke up to the darkness surrounding him. He had a heavy feeling in his chest tha almost disabled him to breathe as the reality hit him hard.

He glanced around, but everything was pitch-black. He had no idea where he was, so he got up, sticking out his arms in order to find something that could help him orientate. Soon he reached something that seemed like a window.

Completely ignoring the doorbell, he got rid of the curtains and looked out. There was a familiar view of the street covered in shabby light of street lights. But there was something that bothered him as soon as he realized where he was. His house.

Why was he in his house? How did he get there? And where did everyone go?

And then he realized…

*This house wasn’t even built in 2007…*

He rushed to find his phone. Once he found it on the table, he switched it on and dropped it down as soon as he saw the screen.

It was saying that it was 2:48 am, May 26, 2012…

A/N:  I guess you didn’t get it from my crappy writing XD So… This whole fic was all Seungho’s dream… (If you remember the date from 1st chapter, it was May 25 2012)

This was the very first ending I had for this fic, but since I realized that you’d kill me if I left it like this, I made up an alternate ending. Keep reading! ^^ I think you’d like the second version better :3

The doorbell was still louder. But Seungho honestly didn’t care. Everything was gone. He threw himself on the bed, letting tears blur his view.

How could he be so naive? How could he even think that he’ll get another chance? How is it even possible to wake up in past? Sanghyun was gone and nothing could change that...

And it all happened because of him…

***

After another few hours, when it was early in the morning, Seungho was woken up by an annoying sound coming from his phone. Someone was calling him.

Seungho didn’t pick up, but after another half an hour, the caller didn’t seem to give up, so Seungho angrily answered the phone.

„Yeoboseyo?“ He asked, through his clenched teeth.

„Yang Seungho-sshi?“ The woman on the line asked.

„Yes?“

„This is Seoul Central Hospital.“ She said.

„What happened?“ Seungho asked, still slightly annoyed.

„I’ll just put the police officer on the line.“ She said and passed the phone.

„Hello? This is Shin Saehyun speaking.“ Another woman introduced herself.

„What’s the matter?“ Seungho asked, completely confused.

„The thing is… that two weeks ago, patient named Park Sanghyun regained his consciousness after a month in a coma.“ She said.

„EXCUSE ME?!“ Seungho yelled, feeling his heartbeat speeding up.

„We’ve been trying to reach you for last two weeks, since the first thing that patient asked about was you. But you never answered our calls nor opened the door and-“

„Just a second…