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You checked the time. *Oh no, I’m late for class.* You ran down the many flights of stairs.

“Noona!” A voice called.

You turned your head and your eyes widened, “Kyung!” He smiled and waved from his motorcycle.

You ran over, “What are you doing here?”

“Of course I came to take you to school! You’re late, huh? Hop on!” Kyung put the helmet on you and jerked his thumb to the backseat.

You beamed, “Thanks, Kyung. You’re a lifesaver.” You hopped on.

“Hold tight!” Kyung sped off. *Hold tight. That’s what he always use to warn me whenever we were on his motorcycle.* You wistfully thought as you grabbed onto Kyung.

In no time, you were on campus. You hopped off, “Thanks, Kyung.” You unclipped the helmet and handed it back to him. “No problem, noona.” He said. You turned to leave but stopped, “Um, Kyung?” He looked up, “Yes, noona?”

You bit your lip, “Do you have any news from…”

Kyung softened, “No, noona. I haven’t heard from Zico.”

Your shoulders deflated and you looked at the ground in disappointment. Kyung squeezed your shoulder, “Don’t lose hope, noona. Zico will come back for you. All of us knows how much he loves you. Till then, I’ll protect you.”

You gratefully smiled, “Thanks, Kyung. Go safely.” He waved and left.

You went to your first class. Afterwards, you went to your locker. You received a call from Zico’s mom. “Hello, omonim.” “Did you hear anything about my son?” She worriedly asked. You dismally shook your head, “No, not yet.” She sighed heavily, “Where can he be? Why won’t he contact us yet? What if something bad happened to him?”

“Don’t think that way, omonim. I’m sure Jiho is fine.” You swallowed hard with doubt. “Yes, omonim. I’ll let y