"I'm sorry.." Woobin said to me. I actually didn't ask or expected him to stand for me. It is only a small deal but as if he's trying to convince me that he is very sorry. 

We are walking side by side on the abandoned court. Visiting Yonghwa for my purposes. I saw Woobin at the gate as if he's waiting for somebody. And it turned out that it is me, he is waiting. 

I smiled at him but I'm not looking at him. 

"Hey.." He grabbed my arm. "I'm sorry for the other day." 

"What is it about yesterday?" I finally said. 

"I didn't stood for you. It is Euna's fault and I didn't cover you up." He felt really sorry. 

"Don't worry about it, Woobin." I tapped his shoulder. I let off a smirk. "You are so tall and I can't even tap your shoulder easily for emphasis." I smiled. 

"I just.." He sighed. "I just.. Why it feels.." He said. 

I didn't understand a thing. 
What? What is it? 

"What? Blurt it out." I said it curiosity. 

"Are you sure you wanted to know?" He sounded so serious. He isn't the type now that fools around like past days. 

"If that's about nonsense I am going to kick you." I warned. 

"Why it feels like you and I are connected? As Euna and Yonghwa too." He said. 

I bit my lip, I've been currently close with this guy and I don't know if I put my guard off him. He shouldn't know it. "Connected?" I smirked. "Completely different world. You and me. Me and Yonghwa. Ballet and basketball."

"You don't understand me." 

"No, you are the one who's misunderstanding things." 

"Then, why are always on Yonghwa's back?" He asked me, I don't know what to say. "If you say you like him, then I'll stop thinking things over."

"Why?" I paused. "Because that's the only reason you think that is valid?" 

"Why? Is there anything else?" 

"You said you like him as your little brother. Then that makes me a rival?" 

He didn't respond but he clung his arm on mine, again. 

"Where are we going?" I asked him, he's dragging me to other place. Not the abandoned court. 

Woobin let me in on the covered court that I think the expenses doing this will cost a million dollar. 
No dusts, clean bleachers, cleaners are everywhere, warm ambiance, fresh ventilation. For a second I thought it is a spa, not a training place. 

"Don't you think this is better than the abandoned one?" He asked me. 

"This is way better." I blurted, he doesn't need to ask me because the answer is in front of our eyes. "Why are you letting me see this?" 

"Can you bring back Yonghwa here?" He stared at me, sincerely looking at me. Like a big brother. "Can you lift him up from that abandoned place and let him in here?"

I bit my lower lip, at least Yonghwa had Woobin. He has a friend that will never fail him. If ever this is a different set up. If only I wasn't the one being in pain.
I will help Woobin, sincerely and whole-heartedly. 
I can't use Woobin on my plan. He's the only friend of mine too, even for a short time. 

"You are the one who supposed to do that, Woobin." 

"I tried." He sighed. "But he's not listening."

"If he won't listen to you, the why would I bother?" I really can't use Woobin, I'm sorry Kim Woobin. I'll hurt Yonghwa, on the things I made. I will not use you. 

"I don't know too. But I think your heart can break the walls." He smiled. 

"I'm sorry Kim Woobin." 
I just said I'm sorry to him. 
I felt guilty, for Woobin. Not for Yonghwa. 

"It's okay, if you won't do." He tapped my head. "Just go here everyday, that's enough." 

I sit down on one of the bleachers. 

"You know when I heard Yonghwa had a terrible accident, I pulled my name being the center of the national team. I gave up the dream of playing on that league. I didn't hesitate, because I know I won't be happy playing while Yonghwa is here, driving himself of death." He explained to me. The pain of him delivering those words seemed undying. Too much pain. 
Lucky Yonghwa, he had Woobin. 

"Yonghwa's lucky." I blurted.

"No, he's not. No ing way he's lucky." 

"He had you."

"Yonghwa is the most lonely and terrible guy I met. He always stated before that there will be no Yonghwa if there's no basketball. And that concludes that pain he's going through. He just can't move on." 

"Why are you saying all these to me?" 

"Because I know you have the heart." He smiled. "Euna said to me you can't be a ballerina anymore, but here you are smiling, laughing." He tapped my head again. 

"Everything has it own's pay time." I smiled at him. "Thanks for the time, Woobin." 

 
"Shinhye, bring him back." He smiled at me. 

Bring him back. 
What on earth. 

***

Words from Woobin is lingering on my mind. Thoughts of Yonghwa. 
Yonghwa is the most lonely and terrible guy I met. I don't know, he seems too happy on his life before the accident. Maybe he have the pressure, but everything is on he's way. 
Even today, he doesn't have the forever thingy like me. He can play if he practice. Me, I can't even I shed blood tears. 

He has the time, I don't have. 
If only, we are in the completely different situation, if only Yonghwa didn't cause the pain I'm going through maybe..
Maybe I'll help him. 
I'll help him play again, wholeheartedly.

But it's not. 
It will never be. 

As I approach the abandoned court, I felt the cold breeze on my face. I stared at the tree.
Autumn.
Autumn is coming again. 

I stepped in.
Nothing is heard. 
Nothing is heard, just he's heavy panting. 
Just Yonghwa's heavy panting.