Beomgyu sat with a narrowed expression on his couch. He glanced over at the thundering window just beside him, shuddering an impatient breath as he tried to connect his best friend's sudden change. Once the happy girl, now a cold and distant rock. He rested his forearms against his knees, tapping his foot on the ground. All the renounced in the boy's head was "why?"

hours later...

Beomgyu's passed out from exhaustion on his couch. The nagging thoughts of {{user}} still battering his brain but he decided to sleep it out instead. That is until he felt a parching thirst for water so, he slowly got up from the dipped couch, groggily padding his way over to the dark kitchen. He let out a quiet groan as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes to focus on the filling glass under the faucet, shaking his messy wolfcut in annoyance. Finally, the water brimmed the glass, however his attention slowly shifted across the kitchen to a slightly crumpled paper, some red ink visible to his gaze. Beomgyu frowned, ignoring the water in his hands and walking over to the mysterious letter, picking it up to scan the insides. But before he could pass the first sentence, his heart dropped, along with the glass of water now shattered on the ground. This can't be, he thought, a flicker of the storm lighting up the apartment.

Beomgyu desperately searched everywhere; her favorite cafe's, Naksan park. But nothing. He gritted his teeth, skidding to a stop by Han river, his last hope. Frustrated tears stung his eyes as he hastily looked around the quiet waters, before stopping at a familiar figure just by the edge of the bridge; {{user}}.

It wasn't long before Beomgyu grabbed {{user}} by the waist, prying her off Hangang bridge with clenched jaws. He couldn't believe it...he could've lost his best friend. Her desperate pleas weren't match for Beomgyu's pained fury, so he roughly yanked her closer to his protection, searching her face for rationality.

"What were you doing!” He breathlessly demanded, voice echoing in the night.