CHAPTER 2  

Jongin, 2015

Jongin old room.

-Jongin, are you Jongin?- The man keeps asking me. By now I’m already scare. this doesn’t feel like a dream, it feels real, so real.

-Yes, I’m Jongin. Who are you? what’s going on?- I ask the man, he clearly see my confusion, and frustration of not knowing what is happening. 

-It’s ok, don’t panic- he say, but buy now I’m already panicking. -Sweetie go down stairs and finish your breakfast. He’s not going to hurt you. I just need to talk to him- The man ask the girl to leave. I keep looking everything around the room, there was not a single thing of my stuff. Where am I?

-Jongin, how did you get here?- the man ask me.

-I live here. Last night all my stuff were here and now everything’s gone- I explain. 

-Last night? you were here last night?-

-Yes, this is my room, this is my house. Where is my mom? who are you? how do you know me?- A thousand question pop into my head, I was trying to understand what was all this.

-You don’t recognize me?- The man ask me. I took a second look at him, but I don’t remember ever seen him in my life before. I just shake my head. The man took out his wallet and from inside he took an old picture and show it to me. It was a picture of me an Suho on my birthday. Instead of clarifying who this man was, it leave me with more questions. -It’s me. Don’t you recognize me? I’m Suho.- his statement leave me in shock. am I going crazy?. That moment I wanted to run from there, nothing was making any sense. I got so overwhelm by the situation, but before I could run, The man who was stating to be Suho say.

-Remember Isabella? You gave me my pet rat for my birthday.- Suho say. That was true, he wanted a dog but his mom didn’t allowed him to have a pet, so I gave him Isabella, he hide her for a week before his mom found her. After that, Suho told me a couple of things that only him and I knew about it, finally I took the courage to ask.

-Hyung, what’s going on, why everything is so different, why are you so old?-  

-Jongin, what year is this?- he asked me. I didn’t know what that has to do with anything but I answer,

-1992- I say.

-That’s the year you disappear. We looked for you for years-

-Years?-

-This is the year 2015, you’ve been gone for 23 years.- Suho say.

It took me a long moment to assimilate. Suho exp