"Thame? Is everything alright?" Po asked after hearing the slightly muffled noise of an object falling onto the thin carpet of the singer's room. The assistant got no response, so he knocked on the door and repeated the question. At that moment, someone else knocked on the entrance door of the apartment.

"Where is he? Where the fuck is that bastard?" Dylan yelled even before Po could open the door completely. The rapper entered and looked around. Since he couldn't find him immediately, he turned to Po and aggressively repeated the question.

"Dylan, you should calm down first..."

"Calm down? Calm down!? Are you fucking stupid? That idiot destroyed our group for his own success and then didn't even have the guts to keep going!? Do you know how much I had to endure in these past months because of him?!" Dylan shouted. Po tried to gain a more intimidating posture, though with very questionable success.

"He is in Korea, so why don't you sit down, take a deep breath and tell me what happened?" Po said with a calm yet resolute tone. He put his hand on Dylan's back, pushing him slowly towards the couch.

"No! You don't understand... you really don't. We gave everything for him. You can't understand how painful it was for me to work on a project only for him to take all the credit!" Dylan yelled as he moved Po's hand away. Po's expression changed for a moment, thinking about his previous experience and how closely it resembled what Dylan was explaining.

"And then what? After destroying our dream, he just wastes the opportunity he had in Korea and comes back, hiding like a criminal? Why am I even surprised? The workload was probably too heavy for someone as... as... pathetic and weak as him!"

"Coming back? What are you talking about?" Po added pretending to be surprised. His acting was actually quite convincing, but the circumstances were all against him. Dylan took his phone, pulled up the article, and shoved it in Po's face. Po stared at the screen, speechless.

"Po, you can either pretend that Mick sent you here to clean or you can take me to Thame... the choice is yours" Dylan said.

Po instinctively looked at the closed door of Thame's bedroom. Dylan silently opened the door and entered slowly, as if he wanted to enjoy the desperation of closing every exit to his prey.

"Thame you b-... Thame?" as soon as Dylan saw the silhouette of his former friend, his lungs filled so that he could shout as hard as he could, but then his tone rapidly switched when he saw a Thame he had never seen before.

Thame's phone was on the carpet, still open to the page of the article that talked about his return to Thailand. The singer had been the entire time sitting on the bed with his hands covering his eyes. Dylan looked at him, he wanted to see his eyes, but all he could see were his hands: pale, slender, with the tiniest hint of color given only by his pink knuckles and the blue veins coursing down his forearms.

"Y... you have n...nothing to say?" Dylan stuttered, his brain forcing him to still be angry while his heart was fill of pity and regret.

A.N. Hi readers, I apologize that this chapter took longer to write than the previous ones. I must admit that I really wanted this chapter to come out exactly how I envisioned it. I hope you like it almost as much as I do.