What exactly happened?

It's a good question. And, I know that Yeha is thinking the same.

Last night was a blur of emotions, but one moment stands out. Jesper's words still echo in my mind: "I miss you, man."

We'd been avoiding each other for weeks, the tension between us palpable. But as we lay down to sleep, something shifted. Maybe it was the exhaustion, or maybe it was the realization that our friendship was worth fighting for.

I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. It felt like coming home. We didn't need words; the silence spoke volumes.

At that moment, I knew I had to apologize. Not just for my feelings for Yeha, but for letting our friendship falter.

As I whispered "I'm sorry," Jesper's grip on me tightened. His forgiveness was a balm to my soul.

But now, in the light of day, doubts creep in. Was it just a momentary lapse, or can we truly move forward?

I glanced at Jesper, his eyes locked on mine. The uncertainty in his gaze mirrors my own.

What exactly happened last night? Maybe it's not about what happened, but what's yet to come.

Keeping that aside, we also have to concentrate on Yeha's missing parents.

Jesper is going to tell us something today and the truth is that we all are eagerly waiting for him to speak.

I am unsure about this therefore, I am hesitant to tell this to others.

It was a dull day. The weather was gloomy, and humid shadows covered the sky. I woke up feeling lazy and went to the living room.

That's where I heard my dad talking on the phone. He was whispering, which was strange. Usually, I don't pay attention to his work calls, but today I felt curious.

My dad only comes to visit us for a week every six months, so I hate it when he works during that time. Today was different, though.

I tried to act normal and sat down on the armchair. My dad was sitting on the couch with his back to me.

The room felt stuffy because of the humidity. I could hear my dad's low voice, but not what he was saying.

"...Moon Yeha's family..." he said.

My ears perked up. What did Seon Ho have to do with my dad?

I leaned forward, trying to hear more.

Dad suddenly turned around and saw me. He quickly ended the call.

"Hey, son," he said, trying to sound calm. "Just work stuff."

"You're not supposed to work here, Dad," I reminded him. "You're on vacation."

Dad forced a smile. "Just a minor issue, Jesper. Don't worry about it."

But I was worried.

That wasn't it.

The next day, I walked into Dad's study, searching for him. Instead, I found a crumpled piece of paper on his desk. Unfolding it, my heart skipped a beat.

'Ms. Hyewol' was scribbled on it, followed by Yeha's address.

My mind raced. Yeha's mom? What was her name doing on Dad's paper?

That's when, the previous day's mysterious phone call and whispered conversation made sense. Dad had been involved in whatever trouble Yeha was facing.

But why? And what kind of trouble?

I felt a shiver run down my spine. Dad's secrecy had been unnerving.

I glanced around the room, hoping to find more clues. The study was spotless, except for a faint hint of urgency lingering in the air.

I refolded the paper and placed it back on the desk, trying to process my thoughts.

What had Dad discussed with Yeha's mom?

The questions swirled in my head, demanding answers I couldn't find.

I couldn't shake off the guilt. I had told Yeha about the weird phone call and the paper with his mom's name on it. But she'd brushed it off, thinking it was just Dad's work stuff.

Now, I wished I'd pushed harder. I wished I'd taken those hints seriously.

Why hadn't I seen it? The signs were there - Dad's secretive calls, the tension in his voice, and that paper.

I remembered Yeha's carefree smile when I mentioned it. She'd laughed it off, saying it was probably just a business thing.

But deep down, I knew better. I knew Dad's 'work stuff' rarely involved whispering and hidden papers.

I should've been more mature. I should've dug deeper.

Regret gnawed at me. I replayed our conversation in my head, wondering what I could've done differently.

'Should've, could've, would've' swirled in my mind like a toxic spiral.

Next time, I vowed to trust my instincts. Next time, I'd speak up.

I watched as Yeha's face drained of color, her eyes wide with worry. Jamie instinctively wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

"Hey, it's okay," she whispered, trying to calm her down.

Seon Ho's gaze met mine, a mix of concern and understanding passing between us.

"Jesper, thanks for telling this to us," Jamie said, his voice sincere.

Seon Ho nodded in agreement. "Yeah, bro, things actually make sense now. So, basically, this is related to their work."

As Seon Ho spoke, the tension in the room eased slightly. The puzzle pieces were finally falling into place.

Yeha pulled back from Jamie's hug, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I...I had no idea," she stammered.

I felt a pang of guilt for stirring up trouble, but Jamie's reassuring smile put me at ease.

"We're in this together, guys," Jamie said, her voice filled with determination.

Seon Ho nodded. "We'll figure it out. Jesper, you did the right thing."

The room fell silent, each of us lost in thought. The air was thick with unspoken questions.

Suddenly, Yeha's phone buzzed, breaking the silence. She hesitated before answering.

"Mom?" she said, her voice trembling.

Her eyes locked onto mine, and I knew everything had changed.