Yunho's pov

"I'm here, Yeo." I unlocked the door with the key Yeosang gave me a month ago. He gave me one in case he ever got locked out, or for if I needed somewhere to go.

   "I'm in the living room!" Yeosang shouts. I rushed in there and dropped the bags by the couch. I watched as Yeosang opened his arms for a hug. I leaned down and laid atop my friend. He wrapped his arms and legs around me and sobbed into my neck profusely.

   "Was I not good enough, Yun?" Yeosang managed to get out through his sobs. I sighed and leaned myself up off of him to look into his eyes.

   "Yeo, you were too good for him and he must have known that. He must not have wanted to taint your purity in comparison to his," I spoke. Yeosang pulled me back down onto him and cried loudly.

   "I miss him,"

   "I know you do, but maybe you two weren't meant to be," I tried. Yeosang shook his head.

   "I saw a future with him, Yun. I saw the whole nine yards; a house, kids, a ring on my finger, everything," Yeosang explained. I sighed and held him close.

   "Just let it out, bub," I said and let him cry. He cried until he had no tears left to cry. I smiled at him and offered him the sweets I had bought.

"Gummies?" I asked as I dug through the bags. My phone dinged with another text but I ignored it, focusing my attention on Yeosang.

"Want me to check it?" Yeosang asked. I shrugged my shoulders as I sat each bag of candy on the table in front of us.

"It's from "Min." He says he wants to "make things go as they should have," and "take you on a proper date." Who is he?" Yeosang asked as he unlocked my phone for me. I furrowed my brows and read the messages again.

"He's the guy I might've possibly slept with last night-"

"You actually lost your v card?" Yeosang shouted. I shushed him and covered his mouth, scared that his neighbors would hear us.

"Yes, I did. And I didn't wake up excruciatingly sore so he must have been gentle with me. I wonder if I know him?" I mumbled loud enough for Yeosang to hear. Yeosang smiled softly despite his bloodshot eyes and red face.

"I'm glad he was gentle, or I'd have to kill him for hurting you. Anyways, do you have any idea who it is?" Yeosang asked. I gave it a little thought before one name popped into my mind that started with those three letters.

Mingi. Song Mingi.

"Nope. I have no idea, Yeo." I shrugged and began typing out a message.

Me
I know who you are. You're Song Mingi,
and you just broke my best friend's heart.
Whatever happened last night, forget that it ever happened.
It'll never happen again, I can swear that to you.
It was all a big mistake that should've never happened.
I'm blocking your number.

I sent and blocked his number for texts and calls. Yeosang looked at me confused because I typed for so long. I waved it off and locked my phone, placing it into my jeans pocket.

   "We have school tomorrow; do you want to stay over so you don't have to go home so late?" Yeosang asked. I then checked the time by the clock on the wall.

   7:32. I sighed and pulled my phone back out. I sent a text to my parents and said I'd be staying at Yeosang's apartment. My mom said it was fine and to be safe.

   "Yeah, they cleared it. Do you want to watch Mulan?" I asked, knowing it was one of his favorite Disney movies. He nodded his head excitedly and quickly jumped up to put the disc into the DVD player.