Chen's POV

I couldn’t stop thinking about Alex when I came home. “Yoon Residence,” I murmured, entered the kitchen, and placed the bottles of beer on the table that I had purchased.

What was he thinking about as he approached the massive gate? What was the name of the old lady? Is she aware of anything about Alex?

Since we first met in university, I haven’t seen him so depressed in all my years of knowing him.

Most of the time, he appears cool, aloof, and detached, as if he is only concerned with himself and the band. He couldn’t care less about the bitter rivalry that exists between our...