Dongwoon P.O.V

                I miss her. It’s been a month that we’re separated, things around me seems to be dull and grieved. I don’t seem to know what happiness is anymore.

                Right now, we’re doing Idol Maid recording. I should put up a smile. Smile, Dongwoon. Smile. I told myself. Cheering myself up. But I can’t make it. I can’t be like my old self again. My light has gone, far away into the darkness, far beyond my reach. Sigh.

                Without any enthusiasm, I followed all the hyungs and Shin Bongsun, our ‘maid’ to the shop. Looking down as ever.

                “Dongwoon-ah, cheer up. You can’t show a gloomy face to the fans. We’re in the middle of recording here. Come on. Smile.” Yoseop patted at my back, trying to light me up.

                “Thanks.” I mumbled, forced a smile.

                “Good. That’s better. Ppali, gaja.” He said and walked forward to the other.

                But then, I paused. This sorrow must end. I said to myself. Without further await, I stopped a taxi and jumped right in. “Busan, please.”

Yoseop P.O.V

                 It’s been a month since we left Dongwoon’s home at Busan. Many confusing things happened and Dongwoon looked gloomy and mournful since that day. Sigh. I must cheer him up. I said inside.

                “Dongwoon-ah, cheer up. You can’t show a gloomy face to the fans. We’re in the middle of recording here. Come on. Smile.” I patted his back and smiled.

                “Thanks,” he replied with a sad face, faking a smile.

                “Good. That’s better. Ppali, gaja.” I persuaded him and walked to the other.

                I caught up with Hyunseng, “How is he?” he asked when he saw me.

                “Still in despair.” I let out a sigh.

                Hyunseng put a sad and concern look. He spun back his head, “Yah. Dongwoon-ah. Come here and joi—“ he stopped, “What the--?”

                I looked to my back, to where Dongwoon were supposed to be. But he is gone, disappear, vanish into thin air...