FELIX sighed as he watched his six friends eat their food and muttering grateful comments to Chan, who had brought the food from a nearby Syrian restaurant.

"Thanks, Chan! We were really hungry." Jisung spoke after he swallowed one bite of his shawarma sandwich.

"Welcome, Jisung! Now, while we eat, suggest a place to begin our research with. You know, to look for Mal's house."

Minho thought for a moment.

"I... I actually have no idea where to start. We don't know anything about anyone here."

They all gave their leader a similar response, which he soon agreed with.

"Felix? What do you think?" Chan asked after a few moments, glancing around the car's interior.

To his dismay, Felix's head was leaning against the window, his eyes half open.

His body ached for rest once again.

"Aren't you going to eat with us?" Hyunjin spoke in a worried tone, his eyebrows furrowed.

He gulped at the question.

"N-No, I'm not really that hungry. Just tired."

The group then exchanged glances filled with concern.

"What do you mean you're not hungry? You didn't even eat on the plane!"

"The trip was fifteen hours too!"

"And you're already losing so much weight because of worrying about your back." Changbin added.

He shrugged, heat rushing to his cheeks.

"Sorry, guys... I'll eat later, I promise."

Chan bit his lower lip and kept silent, then quietly nodded to himself as if taking a mental note of the situation.

"Anyway..." he began once again, trying to let change the topic, "where do you suggest we should start?"

Felix thought for a short moment, then his expression brightened as an idea crossed his mind.

"Mal said something about living near this famous hotel. The family have their own villa around there, I think."

"What a great start! What's the name of that hotel?"

He thought again for a moment. He remembered questioning the name of the hotel to his girlfriend before, and he remembered his girlfriend giggling and replying with a fun information about the hotel, and about its founder as well.

"I think it was called Four Seasons? I... I'm not really sure."

Chan glanced at Minho, who was sitting beside him, with wide, hopeful eyes.

"Can you google it?"

Minho obeyed, then went silent for only a minute before the results on the car's GPS popped up.

"Huh. It's an actual place."

Chan smiled.

"Yay! Let's go there right now."

Felix sent them a weak smile of satisfaction before he leaned his head against the window beside him again, his stomach growling softly in hunger. He then closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep once again.

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Mal smiled at the poster hung before her, then taking a glance at her group of friends.

"So how's Jeongin doing?" Farida asked, biting on the duct tape in her grip to rip it apart.

"He's doing great, actually. Way better than yesterday, and the day before..."

Her voice trailed off to an end, making her six friends glance at her in worry.

"But?"

"I... I just know he's hiding something from me. He said I wouldn't understand but, I know I would if I actually listened. I don't know what's making him so worried and scared."

Aya thought for a moment.

"What else?"

"He-He also kissed me the other day."

The six girls gasped in shock and enthusiasm.

"What? What about Felix?"

"Did you feel anything?"

Her voice was stuck in her throat.

"No, I didn't feel anything. Not like kissing Felix anyway."

Passant bit her lower lip.

"Then... Where is Felix, Mal? You don't talk about him anymore."

"Yeah, did you guys like, break up?"

Mal stopped in her tracks at the question.

Should she tell them? She asked herself.

No! The voice in her head replied.

"We... Yeah, I guess we kinda did."

Donia frowned and hugged her friend tightly, trying to wipe the sad smile off her face.

"So you don't want to be with Jeongin?"

She shook her head.

"No... I guess I'm not ready yet. I have a feeling that the secret Jeongin is hiding from me might be worth the wait anyway."

They all walked towards Mal to pull her in a hug.

"I don't know what's going on, Mal, but I hope you get it sorted out soon."

She nodded at the words, sending them a fake smile.

"Yeah, me too."

After the group finished hanging the posters inside their destined high school, Loughran, they all turned to each other, proud grins on their faces.

"Anyways, where should we go to next?"

Mal scrolled through her phone for a while, staring at the screen.

"I think we should go to our old school," she turned to Mirona and Kermina, "I think it would do a lot of help, since they're probably open minded about that kind of things."

They smirked at the sentence, eventually nodding.

"Notre Dame it is, then! Should we invite more people?"

She nodded again after thinking for a moment.

"Yeah, invite our friends, the ones we still have contact with. I think it will be a lot of fun."

The six group hugged once again.

"Let's do this."

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