Wooyoung collected himself. Eyes staring back down on the bleeding knuckles lying on his lap. He couldn't even bother with the pain, he was already into much pain that he could only feel numb.

The silent ringing of the phone finally snapped him back to reality. Standing up, he walked towards his bedroom. He took his phone and without looking the caller ID, he answered.

"Hello?" He croaked out, his voice trailing with sadness. A gasp could be heard from the other line.

"Woo! You were crying weren't you? I told you, you should call me-" Wooyoung stood in the middle of the room. His hand gripping the phone tightly, a sob broke out and he tried to muffle it using his hand. He could heard Yeosang asking questions, concern and worry lacing in his voice.

Is this true? Is it all just a dream?

Wooyoung couldn't contain the loud sob that broke out, he held the phone with both of his hands. Body backing up to the wall, and sliding down.

"Yeosang-" Wooyoung gasped out, both of his hand tightly gripping the phone.

"Don't worry Woo. I'm almost there." He heard Yeosang say. He is definitely sure. He is definitely sure that this is his bestfriend talking to him. Wooyoung closed his eyes tightly, his body began to shake violently. He bit his lips so hard that blood could be seen.

"Yeosang..." He called out helplessly, is he happy? Or is he sad? He didn't know, his emotions were all over the place. He didn't realize that the call died and he is left once again with silence.

Until he felt the familiar warmth coursing through his body when someone pulled him into their arms. Wooyoung looked up, his eyes widening and he latched himself to his bestfriend.

"Yeosang... Yeosang you're here." Wooyoung sobbed, his arms tightening around the boy. Yeosang, in shock, patted Wooyoung's hair before he wrap his arms around him.

"I'm here Woo. I'm always here."

Remember our promise? The promise to be together no matter where our path will lead us? The promise that we'll stay with each other.

Was it all just a joke to you? Did you really think lowly of me? I hate you. Why did you leave me? Why are you so selfish to just leave everyone behind?

If only you were here to answer it. But now... Now that you're standing in front of me. I couldn't let any word out, I can't help but let the anger and frustration disappear. Is it because I really miss you so much?

I do. I really miss you. So damn much that holding you felt too nostalgic.