Quickly putting his belongings in his bag, Oahn rushed after Jinhyun, who had already left the room. He climbed the few steps of the stairs of the amphitheater and went out through the upper door. With the strap of his bag on his shoulder, but falling down his arm, Oahn was running after his friend. When he finally managed to catch up with him, he stopped him by grabbing his elbow.

"Jinhyun," he said being short-winded, "can I talk to you?"

His friend, surprised, stared at him anxiously. He looked at the three people with whom he was, and he excused themselves instead of Oahn, while the latter caught his breath.

"Follow me," Jinhyun intimidated in a low voice, bringing Oahn with him, going back from where they came.

The two boys left their friends under their shocked and intrigued look. They walked through several corridors before stopping in one perpendicular to the hallway where was the library of the campus of the Human Sciences. They sat on the floor and remained silent for a few seconds.

"So what do you want to tell me?"

"I have to know what happened Tuesday night," Oahn hastened to say, turning completely toward his friend, desperate.

"Why? Something happened?" Jinhyun asked, his eyes darkening at the thought of the end of that night.

"Well..." Oahn started scratching his head nervously.

"Oahn," Jinhyun rushed him to speak gravely.

Oahn sighed heavily, sitting properly against the wall. His eyes on the one in front of him, he didn't know if he should hold his friend accountable. And what did Ashil tell him? Oahn didn't know where to start and where to finish. Could he trust Jinhyun completely? Or should he keep the invisible limit he had draw between his four friends? However, he had to know the truth. He had to put light on his black spots.

"No," Oahn ended admitting. "No, nothing happened. It's just that I have some blanks and I need to know what happened during those blanks."

Jinhyun smiled in exasperation. He shook his head slightly at Oahn's revelation. Of the group of boys he was hanging out with, of which Oahn was a part, he was certainly the one who behaved the most as the youngest when he was the eldest. In fact, Jinhyun didn't know if he should make fun of the ridiculous situation or whether he should worry about his friend's attitude.

"Don't start to dramatize the situation, nothing exceptional happened," Jinhyun declared.

"Thank God..." Oahn sighed, relieved.

"Unless you wanted something to happen..." Jinhyun insinuated maliciously.

Oahn took offense silently and nudged him in the ribs. Jinhyun replied to the gesture with a small, plaintive sound as he bent over in two, placing his hand where Oahn had hit him as if it could ease the pain.

"Remind me to never make any innuendo," Jinhyun said between his teeth.

"I just teach you the lesson," Oahn explained disinterestedly.

Jinhyun laughed grudgingly and announced in a low voice:

"Ingrate."

The smile on Oahn's lips widened when he heard the word.

Oahn knew it wasn't an insult. That this word didn't try to hurt him. And that was what made him smile: that his friend could insult him without thinking the word.

"Enough messing around, tell me about that evening," Oahn continued calmly, closing his eyes.

Jinhyun sat up straight, pressing his back against the wall, even though it was already straight and stuck to the wall. He cleared his throat and began his story in a detached voice:

"I picked you up on the dance floor when you were going to fall face down. That night you had exceeded the reasonable limit, I must confess. After almost being insulted, you left me, leaving the club. Of course, being aware of your condition, I followed you. When we both ended up outside, without needing your permission or fighting with you, I decided that it was more than preferable for you to take you home."

"And then?" Oahn interrupted his friend in his story, though knowing the end of this story.

"Then, after making you drink some water to clear your mind a little, we met a tall, thin, young and with a dark look boy."

At the boy's description, Oahn's throat tightened, no longer able to get air to his lungs. His heart contracted, hurting him. Was he ready to discover what Ashil had already revealed to him? Was he ready to hear what Ashil had already told him?

"And what happened with this boy?" Oahn asked, a lump in his throat.

"You ran towards him, shouting his name. We walked quietly down the deserted street, your body glued to me. Actually no, you were completely slouched on me," Jinhyun rectified, not fixing Oahn's discomfort, "and I don't know how, as soon as I saw him, it was as if you had felt his presence. Then you stood up straight, you regained «consciousness», as if the amount of alcohol that you could swallow had disappeared from your body and then you went like a fury towards him."

The vise around his throat tightened forcefully. Why did his body decide to behave this way? Could it not restrain itself or just not move? Not only did he act so oddly in front of his friend, but also in front of Ashil... «But what did I do?», Oahn was inwardly frustrated. But the worst thing in this story was about to come...

"When you joined him, you clung to him and no matter what I could do to you, you didn't deign to let go," Jinhyun continued his story. "So... I decided to leave you to him. And thank goodness that everything has ended well..."

"Yes, thankfully..." Oahn admitted in a low voice.

"And I'm sorry."

"Why?" Oahn was surprised, turning his gaze towards Jinhyun.

"Because I should never have left you. I should never have left him be responsible for you. It didn't matter if I could make you let go of him or not. The wisest thing would have been to let him accompany us. Certainly not that I leave you both without really knowing who he was."

"You don't have to be sorry. Maybe I wasn't in my normal state, but I still managed to think for myself."

"This is not a reason, Oahn! Friends should always make sure of each other's safety. What I did was wrong. Even if that night I was tired, I wan't in good spirits and that having to take care of you really annoyed me, I shouldn't have left you. No matter who this boy is!"

Jinhyun's words saddened Oahn. In fact, they hurt him. Even if he was the person who made the audience laugh, the person who allowed others to forget their daily life, the person who brought a smile to sad souls, he still continued to be the burden of everyone, no matter what he did.

"He's my tutor," Oahn whispered in response to Jinhyun's last sentence.

"I know, he told me," Jinhyun said in a colder voice than he would have liked.

So after all, Ashil will only be that kind of person around Oahn: his tutor?

"Speak of the devil..." Jinhyun sighed in a sombre voice.

Oahn quickly looked up from the ground and put his gaze on the silhouette, which cast already a shadow over them. The weather was warmer, Ashil was only dressed in denims and a thin T-shirt that showed slightly his muscles. Oahn's gaze plunged in Ashil's, which petrified Oahn. Ashil's almond-shaped eyes were big and expressive. Bordered by long black lashes, they accentuated the hazel color of his irises. He had a look so penetrating, so hypnotizing, that it was impossible for you to divert your attention from these two abysses with mysterious depths. And even if Oahn did everything to look away from Ashil's eyes, they kept calling him, as if the drowning of the person in front of them was their only salvation.

"What do you want?" Jinhyun questioned Ashil in a cold voice that seemed to come from the depths of the Earth.

His friend's voice brought him back to reality and made him look away from Ashil. Jinhyun looked at him badly, like a dog barking at an intruder coming to annoy his master.

"Oahn and I have an hour of tutoring," Ashil said nonchalantly without worrying about the tension taking possession of Jinhyun's body.

Jinhyun looked at Oahn and asked him in a low voice:

"Will you be fine?"

Oahn smiled, amused by seeing the sudden protection of his friend.

"You can leave reassure, I'm in good hands," Oahn annouced in a soft voice.

"If something wrong happens, don't hesitate: call me."

Oahn nodded. Jinhyun rose from the ground and stood, facing Ashil. They stared at each other for long seconds straight in the eye, waiting for the first to look down. After what seemed like an eternity to Oahn, Jinhyun decided to leave them, leaving them finally alone.

Ashil smiled faintly at Oahn, as if he was sorry that he witnessed such a scene, and then sat down beside him.

"Are you alright?" Ashil asked in an extremely soft voice.

"If I still had a hangover, while it's been a few days now since that night passed, then I'd have to worry!"

Ashil smiled again, being glad about the fact that Oahn was much better. Not only in the sense of the repercussions of a hangover, but also in the fact that emotionally he seemed to be doing well. And it was by being reassured on this last point that his heart felt lighter.

"I wanted to thank you again for that night," Oahn stuttered not without difficulty.

"It was my pleasure."

"And your assignment, have you been able to return it in time?" Oahn asked hurriedly.

"Just in time."

"Really?"

Ashil turned his gaze toward Oahn and nodded. Indeed, he had arrived just in time on the campus to be able to hand over his assignment to his teacher.

"I'm sorry."

"Why do you keep apologizing?" Ashil got annoyed.

"Because you almost had problems because of me..." Oahn said, looking down.

Ashil looked away from Oahn, a tender smile appearing on his lips. If only he had the chance to reassure the boy by his side. If only he had the opportunity to put a warm and reassuring hand on his shoulder. If only he could take this boy in his arms and whisper to him that nothing he was doing harm him. It was then that the voice of his heart murmured throughout his being a message forever silent: «You will never be a burden to me».

"Don't think about that anymore; let's focus on what might cause you problems if you don't finish it on time!" Ashil said.

"Yes, you're right," Oahn consented with a nod.

Having only small things to finalize on the assignment, Oahn no longer had to hoard books and notebooks. So it was on the floor, alone in the long hallway of the first floor of the main building of the campus of the Human Sciences, the laptop and some sheets on the floor, that Oahn and Ashil refocused on the work that Oahn had to return in a few weeks.

If the atmosphere of those hours of tutoring was less heavy and oppressive, the weight of the end of this adventure was felt more and more in the hearts of these two boys.