(No One POV)

Patricia laid on the bed.  No one knew when she was going to wake up.  Yoseob slipped into the room and sat down at the side of the bed.  He sat down on the chair and put his hand on top of Patricia’s.  Yoseob said, sad,

“You were just kidding, right?”

He closed his eyes, praying that Patricia was just kidding.  There’s no way she can forget me…

(Cristi POV)

It was already two hours and Patricia hadn’t come to yet.  I paced back and forth, afraid.  So much for one more day at Korea…  I sighed and stopped pacing.  I looked up to see all six (Dongwoon, Junhyung, Hyunseung, Kikwang, Doojoon, and Zico) of them staring at me.  Zico said, shaking his head,

“You’re going to burn through the wood if you keep walking like that.”

I couldn’t help but smile.

“What am I supposed to do?  My friend got knocked out and it’s been two hours.  How am I going to stay calm?”

He laughed and shook his head.  Dongwoon said, walking up to me,

“Do you want anything to drink to calm yourself down?”

As I was about to answer, we all heard Patricia scream.

I bolted into the room and was about to say something but stopped.  The image in the room was kinda odd and off.

Patricia was standing on the bed, a pillow in one hand while Yoseob was on the other side of the room, his expression petrified.  I saw the other pillow lying on the ground.  I looked between them, back and forth.  Patricia seemed terrified for some reason.

“What’s wrong?”

Patricia said, pointing at Yoseob,

“HE WAS HOLDING MY HAND!”

I stared at her, completely confused.  I said, confused,

“Shouldn’t you be happy about that?”

Patricia said, her voice filled with fear,

“WHY WOULD I BE HAPPY THAT A COMPLETE STRANGER IS HOLDING MY HAND, CALLING MY NAME, AND ACTING LIKE I KNOW HIM?!”

My eyes widened and so did Zico.  I walked to Patricia and put my hand on her forehead.  She stared at me like I was an idiot and said, confused,

“What’re you doing?”

“Are you okay?”

Patricia answered, keeping her eyes on Yoseob,

“I was until I woke up and saw that guy right there sleeping beside of me and holding my hand.”

Yoseob said, coming towards us,

“Do you really not know who I am?”

He said it in Korean, but I was sure about what he was asking.

“Do you really not know who he is?”

She nodded.

“He doesn’t look at least a bit familiar?”

Patricia nodded.

“I don’t know him.  I’ve never seen him…”

Impossible…