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  The thought of leaving Zico without a proper goodbye made you feel slightly guilty. Unfortunately, the guilt of leaving Zico hanging was the least of your worries right now.    The only thing on your mind was Yoonjung. She sounded so distraught on the phone. It sounded as if she was in pain—great pain, to be exact.    Your foot made loud thudding noises as you ran across the snow plowed field. The snow fell at rapid speed as it fell against your poncho, leaving wet prints to where it melted.    Your breathing became erratic, and your eyebrows were furrowed together as you stepped into the park. The park that you had always gone to whenever you were feeling down. The park where you and Chanyeol sat down at when you were mad at Kai. The place where you had spoke to Zico, the place where he had told you to remember.    The park was empty and devoid of any warm presence. Everyone must be at home right now, enjoying their hot meals, watching the snowflakes fall from the sky and being with their loved ones.    You glanced around the pure white vicinity, your eyes searching fervently for any sign of a body. *Oh my ing god.* Your eyes widened. There at the bottom of the field, sitting in the centre of it was a body slumped over. The person was wearing a blue cocktail dress that went up midthigh. *Yoonjung... ARE YOU ING CRAZY?* She was slouched forward with her hands over her face. You could see her shoulders bob up and down as she sobbed to herself. In front of her, on the ground was a broken box that looked as if it had been stomped on multiple times.     Without a second thought of doubt, you ran down as fast as you could. Your legs ran at top speed towards her. “Yoonjung, I’m coming, don’t worry,” you said to yourself, running faster and faster.    “YOONJUNG!” You yelled; your knees colliding into the cold snow as you kneeled in front of Yoonjung’s crouched body.   Your heart palpitated like a beating drum in your chest. The sounds of your panting made Yoonjung slowly pull her hands away. She raised her head up and stared at you. Tears ran down her face, shocked that you were actually here. That you actually came.    “Yoonjung. Choi Yoonjung.” Your voice trembled as you gazed at her. Her eyes were bloodshot red, and her nose lips were dry and blue.    Yoonjung gaped at you, she shook her head vigorously. “Y—you came.... You shouldn’t have came!”   “Why wouldn’t I come?!” You blinked fast, your voice rose high in octave. “Of course I would come! What the hell happened to you?” You reached out to cradle her cheeks, but she slapped your arms away.   “You need to go,” Yoonjung whispered. “YOU NEED TO GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!”    You gawked at Yoonjung’s outburst. First she had called you, pleaded you to come here, and riled up your emotions with worry and concerned. And now she was barking at you to leave?    You let out a sigh of frustration. You shook your head firmly. “No. Not until you tell me what the happened to you.”   “You’re ing crazy!” Yoonjung yelped, her eyes half crazed. “You need to go. Damnit. ING GO!” She shrieked on top of her lungs, her teeth chattering from the coldness.   You repressed your tears. Quickly, you pulled off your poncho and threw it over her trembling body. “Yoonjung, come on. I’ll take you back to my house and we’ll talk about it. Please I—”    Before you could register what happened, a sudden immense power lifte