Going back to Jongin's house, their hands were still latched together, and it seemed like neither of them would let go.   "Aeri..." he whispered softly as she was about to let go when he settled on his bed, his eyelids slowly closing.   "...stay with me," he whispered again, trying to keep his eyes open to plead her.   Seeing how vulnerable he was at this moment, she nodded hesitantly and felt her body being pulled down to meet his comfortable chest.   She could feel his heavy breathing, as he chest expanded and then went back to normal again.   "Was your sister special to you?" she asked quietly, breaking the silence that had settled in the atmosphere.   She looked up expectantly, and saw that his eyelids were shut, but she just knew that he was still awake.   She waited, for a few minutes until he finally managed to croak out, "Yes."   Aeri didn't ask any further, observing the pain and sorrow in his once confident voice.   "Do you want to know how she died?" Jongin asked in a bitter and cold tone that sent shivers down the girl's spine.   Aeri contemplated for a second, and replied in a firm tone, "I don't want to hear it tonight. You're not ready and neither am I."   That was the truth, the pure truth. She knew that right now, Jongin was engulfed with sorrow and him opening up to her scared her. She wasn't ready to listen to his story, because she felt like they still needed to spend more time together as friends before they went any further to show each other their emotional past.   "I guess that's for the best. If you heard my story, you might view me in a different light," he whispered softly, a smile spreading on his face. This girl never failed to surprise him, and he loved how unpredictable she was. Truly, he was glad now that he hadn't told her, because he was afraid. He was afraid of how she would think of him after finding out about his past.   A monster?    Probably. That's what Suho had called him anyway. ---------- Aeri stayed at Jongin's house for another good, solid weeks. Good memories were made with him, as they spent their time together studying, playing, watching television and listening to music.    Both of them somehow liked each other's presence, providing them comfort when horrible memories ran in their heads