I quickly grabbed Yongguk’s right arm away from Daehyun. YoungJae was already kneeling on the floor, holding Daehyun by his shoulders. 

“YONGGUK! I WANT EXPLAINATION.” I shrieked his holding his arm. Yongguk pulled away his arm and with his left hand holding his stomach, “You saw it with your own eyes.” He retorted as he walked out of the room.

I was flabbergasted. Now I’m beginning to think that Yongguk IS the guy in my “flashback” but somehow my constitution told me that it isn’t what I think. I watched YoungJae assisting Daehyun up. Afterwards, he hinted me to go down. I nodded and strode downstairs.

“It was my fault.” I indistinctly heard Daehyun mutter. I knew it. I looked over the railing trying to find where Yongguk went. I dashed downstairs straight into the kitchen to find him seated on the dinning chair, with his back slouching downwards and his neck resting on the back of the chair. He had his eyes closed and his thumb and index finger spread out to massage the sides of his forehead. His right leg on top of the left and he was humming. This guy… why was he trying to get the bad side of me. I cleared my throat and sat next to him. I saw him peering at me with one eye and quickly closing it. I chuckled softly making the guy next to me clear his throat.

“What do you want?” He probed with his husky voice- due to him rarely speaking.

“Why did you lie?” I demanded.

“No one would believe me anyways.”

“I would…” I whispered, hopefully too soft to be heard. “How are you feeling?” I glanced at his would. Which was still bleeding and I  can’t help but to laugh at the drip he was holding. “You know… drips are supposed to be held above the head.”

“Well, no one educated me concerning It.” He sneered.

“Well… I don’t think you’ll need the drip anymore. Considering that you’re find with walking around.” I . He rolled his eyes and offered his hand (with the drip plugged) to me. Hinting me to take it off. I sighed and walked over to the kitchen drawer to attain a Band-Aid and a few alcohol swabs. I slowly peel off the plaster that was holding the needle secure and afterwards pulled out the needle making Mr. Tough Guy in front of me shudder. I wanted to laugh so badly. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA.

“Done!” After taking out the needle, I pressed down onto his hand to put some pressure onto it and after no blood is seeking out, I  plastered the Band-Aid over. I patted his head and grinned.

“I’m all done little boy. Now you can go play.” I shooed him. I stood up to throw away the needle and walked towards the refrigerator. It’s almost dinner time and having 3 guys over here is going to need a lot of cooking. Especially, A- 1 guy is badly injured. B- YoungJae told me Daehyun is a big eater and C- YoungJae is no exception either…

DINGDONGDINGDONGDINGDONG. The doorbell kept ringing non-stop. DO NOT TELL ME THAT IS JONGUPPIE. I WILL MURDER A CHICKEN.

“Coming! I’m coming! STOP PRESSING THE DOORBELL!” I dragged my annoyed body towards the main door.

“NOONAAAAAAAAAAA.” Jongup sang while making some cute dance steps. I rolled my eyes but righttttt. I couldn’t help but smile like an idiot. HOW CUTE CAN HE BE? LOL.

“Stop calling me noona. I feel old damnit.” I hissed at Jongup who in return chanted ‘noona’ for innumerable times. “YoungJae-hyung!!!!!!!!!” He greeted YoungJae who was climbing down the stairs. (Can’t help but to think of YoungJae in ‘banana in pajamas’ clothes. LOL)  YoungJae smiled in response. Daehyun hid behind YoungJae. He wasn’t smiling at all. He slightly bowed at Jongup who waved at him hyperactively.

“Hyung! You’ve finally came out!” He gave his hyung a wide eye-smile. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at how ridiculous YoungJae face expression was. It was flawless. The next moment I saw a flying slipper which landed exactly onto Jongup’s face making me burst out laughing even more.

“Do you know that you could die laughing like that, Miss Kim?” a deep voice coming from the corner of my eye spoke up. Everyone turned their head towards him.

“That will nev-“

“NO WAY.” Jongup interrupted, he dropped his jaw and stared at Yongguk in a strange way. The same face YoungJae showed a moment ago.

“Hyung, YoungJae hyung! What is he doing here?” His eyes are still glued onto Yongguk but this time with hatred.

I don’t get why they treat him like that. I mean why can’t YoungJae just tell me who this Yongguk is to me and why was Yongguk treated differently and WHY must he make me remember my memories. I mean since he knows everything whyyyyyyyyyyy is he doing this to me???! I need an explanation and I need it from that babo YoungJae NOW. I walked towards YoungJae and whispered “We need to talk later. We, as in you, Jongup and me…” and continued walking towards the kitchen. No matter what the situation has become, we all still need to eat.

I prepared rice and a few side dishes for us all to eat. All of us were eating in silence with pokerfaced Yongguk, angered Jongup, confused Daehyun and emotionless YoungJae. Me? Well, I feel like I’m tangled up in bushes in a huge jungle. After dinner, Jongup helped clear the table while Daehyun said that he insist on helping me wash the plates. Yongguk is still glued on the same chair since dinner.

I sat next to YoungJae who was sitting on the couch in the living room, Jongup followed me from behind and we start whispering.

“I need to know everything YoungJae, Jonguppie.. You have to tell me why the both of you kept giving Yongguk that stare. It’s scaring me…”

“That guy… he’s a big mystery. That day… after the incident happened, he… he was there. All the police questioned him but he won’t even open his mouth. He just stared at the policemen with a blank look on his face.” Said YoungJae.

“I don’t understand…” I blinked my eyes.

“That incident… There was no one else who saw it but you and him. We can’t help but think that he … was the one.”

“Yeah noona… He wouldn’t even protect himself. He just kept quiet. He made it sound like he was somehow in it.” Jongup continued.

“But, the police couldn’t do anything. He was only 18 and they have no proof or whatsoever.”

“Noona… So… in other words…”

“Sighhhhhhhhh. So in other words, since he will never confess… my memories are the only hope…” I looked away.

“The only option to know what really happened on that day…” I murmured.

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HELLO. I uploaded today since it's UMMA KIMHIMCHAN'S BIRTHDAY. <3 #ADayForHim. 

Everyone loves him rightt. The one who takes such a good care of our BAP members<3

SO, HAPPY BIRTHDAY UMMAAAA. ^^

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