I woke up the next morning, and checked my phone.

Not one message. Not one phone call. That's just way too weird.

It's cool though. It's not like I miss her or anything.

She's always clinging to me, acting like my umma.

You know, if I had one.

I worked the whole afternoon.

Things at work went by pretty normal.

Girls flirted, Victoria flirted, jealous boyfriends glared at me.

No biggie. 

After work, I realized that Minyoung hadn't called me or texted me at all that day.

Wasn't she worried about me? What if I was in trouble?

Aish, she was really bad at her job. 

I went to her building and asked the door man if she was home. 

"I saw Miss Minyoung go out with another young man earlier," he said.

Another guy? Did she have a boyfriend?

I felt a gut-wrenching emotion take over me.

I didn't like that she was with another guy.

Not only that. She was so engrossed with this other guy that she had forgotten all about me.

That stupid girl.

My stomach grumbled. I was desperately craving Minyoung's pasta.

It was soooo good.

I walked around the streets and entered a pizza store.

"May I take your order?" asked the guy at the register.

"You wouldn't happen to have any Alfredo pasta, do you?" I asked.

He smiled, "It just so happens we do."

I beamed excitedly, "Ah really? Then I'll have an order of that please!"

I went to a park and ate while watching a couple of guys play soccer.

I used to play soccer a lot at the orphanage, I was really good at it too.

After finishing my food, I figured I should give Minyoung a call.

I called. No answer.

I sent her a text.

Are you home?

She didn't reply as instantly as I wanted.

So I texted her a couple of more times.

Still no reply.

I began to worry. I called her several times while heading towards her house.

Then a hand held something against my nose.

I struggled and tried to break free. But I was drugged and eventually gave up.

I woke up later, in a warehouse.

"Oh, look he's up," I heard a familiar voice say.

"Did you sleep well?" asked another one.

I kept silent.

"You know you should answer back when you're expected to," said another voice.

The four boys gathered around me.

"We've been meaning to talk to you," said one of them, "Let's introduce ourselves."

"We are CNBLUE," he said, "My name is Yonghwa."

He pointed to a tall brown haired guy, "That's Minhyuk."

Another tall guy, with hair up to his shoulders, "This is Jungshin."

And then to a guy that wasn't as tall, "And this is Jonghyun."

"Why don't you tell us your name?" said Jungshin.

"Why don't you leave me alone?" I replied

"Why would we do that?" he said, "You have something we want."

"I already told you I don't have your money," I said, "Why don't you just confront Yeosob yourself."

"That's too easy," said Yonghwa, "We prefer a more indirect method."

I was getting angry. All they wanted to do was bother me.

"Where's our money?" asked Minhyuk. He pulled my head back and my eyes winced at the bright light above me.

I felt a surge of power tugging. Adrenaline pump my veins.

"I already said I don't have it!" I yelled.

"Wrong answer," said Jonghyun.

He came at me and stabbed my stomach with a knife.

Except he didn't exactly stab me.

The knife wouldn't go through my skin.

He tried again. The same thing happen.

I pulled against the rope that was around my wrists, and they easily broke.

I felt a satisfying emotion at this sudden surge of power.

I was very angry however, that these boys kept wasting my time.

I swiped my hand in the air, and send all of them smashing towards the warehouse walls.

"His eyes," I heard one of them mutter.

"What are you?" choked Yonghwa.

I ignored their questions and left.

Soon enough I found knocking on Minyoung's apartment. 

The surge of power was gone. I was tired. I was wet. And my legs were failing me.

She opened the door.

"Minho?" she gasped when she saw me.

Next thing I know, I collapse by the front door.

When I woke up, I was on lying down on the bed, and I had a wet towel on my forehead.

"You're awake!" Minyoung skipped to the armchair next to me.

"What happened?" I asked.

"That's what I would like to know," she said, "You came to my house, soaking wet, and in demon mode."

"Demon mode?" I asked.

"Um, it's an expression," she said, "You passed out. I think you had a fever."

"Oh," I said.

"I leave you all alone for one day, and you already get sick," she said.

"Maybe you should never leave me alone," I blurted out. 

She looked at me surprised. Why did I just say that?

"Are you hungry?" she asked, "I made pancakes."

I nodded and followed her to the dining room.

Today she sat next to me instead of across.

I was really happy to be with her. In all honesty...

...I think I missed her.

"What happened last night?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Last night, around the same time you arrived, my phone was giving me alerts," she said, "That you were in danger."

I tried to remember last night, "Well I remember being drugged by those four guys from the alley, and being taken to a warehouse."

"And?" she asked.

"I think I fought all four of them," I said, "But it was a strange feeling."

"Like the one with Yeosob?" she asked.

Now that I thought about it, "Yes. Exactly."

She placed her utensils down, and placed her hands on her lap.

"I think I should tell you now before things begin to get out of hand," she said.

"Tell me what?" I asked.

She looked me in the eyes, "Minho, I know who your real father is."