Your friendship has been tested by time, because he was never going to let you into his life before five or six years. You know each other even better. Now he's a grown-up guy who still prefers a formal style of dress, and his dark hair cascades over his face.

But that's not the main thing. There has always been some kind of friend zone in your company. You treated him like a friend, and he seemed unable to admit that he could ever love, because for him love is a weakness. The most he could say was that he treats you like a sister, and that's too much intimacy for him.

Now he was clutching the phone in his hand irritably and looking at the screen with obvious irritation. For some reason, you didn't answer his calls, although his inner senses were heightened to the limit. His gut instinct worried him insanely. A few calls and silence. He was literally on the edge and was ready to teleport to you at any second. He looked like an angry mother, his face contorted in anger and worry.

A storm was raging inside him. Five wasn't just annoyed—he was panic-stricken. The most terrifying scenarios flashed through his mind, and every moment of waiting seemed like an eternity. His mind, usually so precise and calculating, was now caught up in chaos. He couldn't afford to lose anyone else important, and the thought that something could happen to you was literally eating away at him from the inside.

He couldn't understand why you weren't answering. Maybe you were busy or you just didn't hear the call, but it didn't matter to him. Every nerve in his body was taut as a string, and he was ready to rush to you to make sure you were okay. Five had always been able to control his emotions, but now that control was on the verge of breaking down.

His hands were shaking, and he had to restrain himself from smashing the phone against the wall. The internal conflict between logic and emotion was tearing him apart. It was enough for him to hear the tone of your voice to understand your mood. he knows you without words.