"Dongwoo?" "Yes!" "Jonghyun?" "Present!" Myungsoo looked around him. Hands shot up into the air as the teacher called their respective names. An everyday ritual that they did before the first class started. "Sunggyu!" "Here!" Sunggyu put up his hand and the teacher nodded as she put a tick beside his name. "Sungjong?" The teacher looked over her clipboard. There was no respond. Myungsoo's gaze, instinctively, went to his place just a few seats next to his right. Empty, just like it had been for the past three weeks. "Sungjong's is absent again?" she mumbled to herself. The rest of the class began murmuring with each other. All of them were talking about the missing classmate. No one knew why he had just suddenly vanished. Lee sungjong wasn't a troublesome boy. In fact, he was one of the hardworking students, always early to class and finished his school work on time. Even when he wasn't feeling well, he was always there at his place, behind the desk, with his favourite porori pen, doodling on his notebook. But now, three weeks had gone by, none of them saw him. His closest friends did go by to his house, however no one was home. Myungsoo absentmindedly heave a huge sigh. He knew that he was responsible of his missing, part of it. He realised that that he had gone overboard, shouting and blaming him like some crazy bastard. He was too furious and couldn't control it. The embarrassment he felt had cloaked his better judgment. Now, he was gone without no one knew where. 'Damn you, sungjong. Tried to make me feel more guilty huh?' the thought came into his mind. He couldn't help but to think that sungjong wanted him to be guilty, or maybe symphatised him by going missing. If he saw him... "Kim myungsoo!" The teacher's voice filled the entire class and it shattered myungoo's thought. "Yes?" he answered and felt everyone's eyes were glued to him. "Day dreaming, sungjong? Or were you think about your absent boyfriend?" The teacher teased. Her gaze was also boring into him with a big grin on her face. Myungsoo grunted. He hated when people started to matchmaking him, especially with a certain lee sungjong, when he destroyed his high school life. Ge teacher mrs.jang took another five minutes to complete the class attendance report. Everyone was present except for sungjong. The young, energetic teacher distributed the week's assignment paper to her students. Some already started groaning and complaining while others kept quite as they read the work. "Quiet down class! Read these instructions carefully. This week, we are going to do a research before submitting the proposal of your project to me." She began her explanation. Some students were still complaining, mumbling to themselves about this tedious work. Mrs.jang continued to describe that week's work and put her students in a three-persons group, which made some students very unhappy. Myungsoo being one them. "Myungoo, you will be working with sungjong and sunggyu when he comes back," mrs. Jang announced. Myungsoo almost bang his head against his desk. Nice, mrs.jang, nice one, he protested silently. Myungoo not only had the most wanted guy in the class with him, he also got that damn . He could already feel his blood temperature rising as he going to spent the next half month with them._________________________________________ "Welcome back, son!" Mrs.kim greeted as myungsoo stepped inside the Kim household. His mother had adorned an apron and was preparing their dinner while the small doggie was following her with the table. Myungsoo's poker like features quickly washed away and was replaced with a smile. "What are you making?" He peeked over the steaming pot of dark brown thick liquid. "Curry. Oh, can you help me and send dad's dinner?" "Yeah sure. After I shower okay?" "Okay. Thank-you," mrs.kim exclaimed as her son's figure disappeared on the stairwell. Myungsoo tossed his bag on his desk and emptied his trouser pocket. He laid down on his bed, trying to ease out the fatigue after almost ten hours spent ransacking his brain at school. He had at least half an hour more beore mom finished making dinner and prepared his dad's boxed dinner. His mind began to wonder as he closed his eyes. He thought about things that had happened for the past weeks. The damn gossip had, luckily and thankfully, ceased away from the mouths of Seoul High School. However, it had took quite an impact on myungsoo. Sungyeol had became awkward with him and woohyun barely talk to him. His childhood best friend, Suzy was giving him a cold shoulder. The Karate champion almost put a roundhouse kick on his stomach if her boyfriend hadn't interfere. Myungsoo's eyes shot opened when his phone rang. He quickly grabbed it and checked the caller ID. Speaking of the devil. He thumbed his phone open. "What?" he barked. "Tch myungsoo. A hello would be nice," sunggyu scoffed. "What do you want Hyung?" Myungsoo ignored his comment. "I was just thinking about the assignment. Can we discuss about it tonight? Tomorrow I've karate practice all day and night." Myungsoo thought for half a minute before agreeing. "Meet me at Seoul library in two hours. I need to meet my dad first at the hospital and we can do research later." "Alright, see you there then." Myungsoo grunted as a reply and shut his phone. He threw the phone on his desk and grabbed his towel before moving to the bathroom. An hour later, myungsoo already at the hospital with his dad's dinner in hand. He made his way to his dad's office. He knocked and waited for the answer from nside. "Enter!" Myungsoo heard his father answered. He twisted the knob and entered. Mr.kim was sitting behind his desk, burying himself in stacks of documents around his desk. As myungsoo stepped closer to his dad, he noticed that his dad was having his fullest attention on a particular document folder. The brown paper folder was filled with at least three inches thick of papers scribbled with chicken scratch writing. "Yah... stop working your off, pop. You need some rest too, y'know," myungsoo mumbled as he placed his dad's dinner on his desk. He took a seat across his father. Isshin grinned as he put put his pen and folder away. "I will have the rest that I need, but this patient of mine, he doesn't much time if I didn't find something to help him." "Whatever. Mom made curry for dinner." "NICE! I'll need to get this report to sangmin-shii first. Then, we'll eat," mr.kim quickly burst out of his seat, taking a folder from the stack and ran out of his office. Myungoo shook his head. His dad was a er for mom's curry. Myungsoo took the documents in front and put them on a hospital bed, beside the desk. Then, he opened the containers and placed them neatly on the desk. As he did that, his eyes caught the thick folder that his dad was working with on the floor. It must have fallen when his dad jumped out of his chair. The myungsoo bent down and grabbed it. Suddenly, his movements stopped right away. Even with the messy handwriting on the face of the folder, but he still could make out the words. He couldn't believe himself as his brain deciphered those into a name that he knew. Lee sungjong. Impossible. The first thing that entered his mind. Myungsoo pulled the folder closer to his face, squinted his eyes to get a better reading of the handwritting. The result was still the same. He was looking on sungjong's medical documents. He flipped it opened. The first page was filled with personal details. Myungsoo read it. It was confirmed that he had sungjong's file in his hand. The data printout was definitely belonged to sungjong. His full name, address, next of kin and other informations. Ichigo's eyes fell on the reports beside sungjong's personal informations. Even though the writings were far much more worst than dongwoo's, myungsoo understood some of it but he refused to acknowledge it. He turned the pages and read some more until he finished almost half of it. Impossible. The reports in fr