Today was the mark of the seventh day that had passed of the deadline. Hoya was sitting on the leather couch, thinking about how he could communicate with you.

"What's with that serious face hyung?" Sungjong came and sat on the floor in front of him.

"I can't find a way to communicate with her. I'm running out of time," he tapped his thumbs together, impatient slightly.

"Hyung, I'll give you some advice from the maknae," Sungjong smiled but his expression was serious. "If you want to communicate with her, why are you here while she's in her room trying to find out where you went."

Hoya looked at the maknae and bonked him on the head. "I knew that," he grumbled and floated towards the direction of your room.

"~~~~~?" Hoya found you curled up on your side on your bed, tears in your eyes. Of course you didn't hear him so you just sighed and sniffled. "My poor baby…"

You sighed again, tears falling more rapidly. "It's so unfair, L oppa didn't tell me anything and even if I ask the other oppas, they have this one metre radius thing and can't come near me."

Hoya came and sat on the end of your canopy bed. He just watched you like you were the most enjoyable thing on the planet. "It's okay baby, oppa's here for you."

You sat up and pulled your legs against your chest, crying into your arms. "I miss Hoya oppa's morning greetings. He used to force the words out of my mouth if I didn't feel like talking. He always… waited for me…" you sniffled and wiped the tears with the back of your hand. "Sunggyu oppa… my first husband…" you looked down at the necklace he had given you a while back. Your hand curled tightly around it and more tears fell.

Hoya came over to you, his