B. NEW YORK - 6.1

"Kim Hana!"

I jerked open my eyes. My gaze, which was originally dark, now can vaguely see the two people who are fighting on the screen.

I took a deep breath. Realized that I was now in the theater in Min Junho's house. I remember that after coming back from home Kim Yunsung accidentally found this place and immediately played a film, to calm the mind.

"Kim Hana," said Min Junho. I saw him walking toward me.

Min Junho was standing beside me. In front of the theater seats, which are arranged in stands like a chair in a cinema in general.

"I thought you were leaving the house," said Min Junho, now on top of me which I was in a sitting position, while he stood up, supporting his hands on the back of the chair.

Min Junho's eyes flashed through the still-lit screen as a result of the projector's reflection.

I held my breath stared at like now. My hands were clenched in reflex, holding back the eyes working.

Min Junho's right hand then stretched out. The palm of his hand holds my cheek. His