Having a model best friend wasn't really easy. Having to go back through time to save your model best friend was even harder. Your best friend was rich and successful. So why.. You stare blankly at the TV.

"Model and actor Eun Hyunwoo dies at the age of 29.. The model and actor jumped from the hotel he was staying in and had been rumored to be taking anti-depression pills."

You freeze. Suddenly, everything was quiet and only the pounding of your heart can be heard. You call his mother, you call his manager, no one answers. You ran to the hospital, forgetting about your car in the process. The freezing air had seeped to your lungs and it's hard to breathe, even harder to keep on running. But you had to see him. You HAD to. Eun Hyunwoo was not the type to do that, even more not the type to hide anything from you. If he was hurting, troubled, he would most definitely tell you. Jumping off? Not him. It was fishy, it was suspicious.

The sound of loud honking pulls you out of your thoughts as you look and freeze. A bus was coming your way. Run, evade, you had to. You still had to see him. So you ran, but the bus swerved in order to avoid you, hitting you in the process.

Bullshit. This life was bullshit. You had to know why. Still.. maybe this is fate's way of letting you know why.

Eun Hyunwoo used to be a loner who loathed everyone and everything back in highschool, that was until you drunkenly bombarded his life. You relived that day today, holding a bottle of beer, slumped down on his chest. He looked repulsed. You remember this.. but this was twelve years ago, how..

"Are you sober now? Get off."

His cold voice echoed through the restroom. Restroom? You look around. Why are you in the men's restroom!? Still, he was.. alive. He was well. He was in front of you.