Samantha's POV
"Where are you? Please answer your phone..." I whispered to myself, feeling down as I worry about him.
It has been three hours but he's still not home and it seems like, nobody knows where his location is.
The boys had no choice but to tell their managers as well. They tried to call their friends but to no avail, nobody knows where he is.
I am so worried about him. He'd never done this before. Normally, he's the one who's checking on the others because he's the oldest.
After more than twenty failed attempts of getting connected on the other line, I gave up and put my phone down.
Maybe he's doing something important. I tried to cheer up myself.
However, my tears seem to have a mind of its own because it won't stop streaming down my face.
Why does it feel like all I
