He looked at San. Why would he want an apple? He looked towards the Kitchen and heard Seonghwa laughing.

Why would he be laughing. He looked towards the guy named Jongho. He was a fighter and pro boxer.

He didn't want to fight him. He suddenly felt bad for having Yeosang to sleep with him.

"What? Oh okay. Hwa apple!" Jongho said.

He watched as Seonghwa and Hongjoong Hyung come into the living room and gave Jongho an apple.

"Why do you want an apple Jongho?" Hongjoong asked. "Just watch Joongie. Hongjoong." Seonghwa said.

He watched as Jongho held the apple and handed it to San. "Your the second strongest one here I guess. Try and break it."

This was the oddest thing to have ever happened in there apartment. Well the second thing. He thought to himself.

He watched as San tryed his best to split the apple. San then proceeded to hand the apple to Jongho again.

The three watched in awe as Jongho took the apple into his hand and split it in half. "Wh-HOW!?" He yelled a bit too loud.

"Woo quiet down!" Hongjoong Hyung said. He didn't listen. "HOW DID YOU DO THAT!?"

He heard someone sit next to him. He turned and saw that it was Seonghwa. "Quiet." Seonghwa said.

"San. How. He. How?" He said in a more quiet voice. He heard as Hongjoong Hyung sighed and walked into the kitchen. What was his deal?

He watched as Seonghwa followed Hongjoong Hyung into the kitchen. He heard someone else sit down next to him.

He looked over and saw San. "He's strong. All there is to it." San said rubbing circles into his back.

"Okay. Moving on. Jongho right?" He asked. Jongho nodded his head. "Your going to be sleeping with Yeosang here. Try not to crush him. Ima do my homework. Bye." He said.

He started walking out of the room and into his sharred bedroom with Yunho.

He saw that Yunho was fast asleep. He had tear stains trailing down his face and down his cheeks.

He felt really bad for Yunho. He knew how he felt and didn't want him to go through it like he did. Yunho had them. Unlike he had.

The thoughts of that night suddenly came rushing back to him.

How she would walk up to him with a warm smile that said love. And when she hugged him how the warmth would sooth him. He though she loved him.

But that one night came rushing back to him.

"Meggy? Do you love me?" "Sure." "Meggy. Please turn and answer me."WHAT!? DO I LOVE YOU? I ANSWERED YOUR SORRY ASS. I SAID SURE!" The mistake of that moment was when he pushed farther. "Why are you yelling?" By then tears were starting to form in his eyes.

"Why did I yell at you? Why do you think?" "Because you love me. And because you were angry that I interrupted your cooking." "No you dumbass." She said walking out of the Kitchen.

She came back soon later with his Suitcase and threw it on the floor. It opened up a bit to reveal barley any clothes and some personal items.

"Get out of my face. You get your homeless ass out of here and never come back. I don't love you. And were done!"

With that he grabbed the suit case and ran out the door. Knowing that she would hit him if he did anything more.

He zipped it up as he slammed the door behind him. He didnt have anywhere to go. He didnt have anyone now.

He was just starting to realise that he didn't have anyone at all.

He ran out of the building and onto the streets. It was too late at night for anyone to be out here. Unless they were going somewhere.

He sat on the step and let out the tears. All the tearw of his last coming back to his sixteen year old self. He was homeless. And had no where to go.

He started walking down the streets going no where. Just down the streets with his head hanged low.

That was until he ran into another guy maybe a year older than him. He had a brown and somewhat white mullet.

"Sorry." "Its okay. My name's Hongjoong. Whats yours?"