At the end of an hour, at the end of a bullet, there's always something unfinished. Something broken, something lost. Given time, maybe... Heh, there's always that maybe.

They both didn't know how to start this off; it was new to them. The feeling of a small hug or the simplest touch was enough to make them turn pink or look away. Of course, how would you feel if you became brothers with some stranger?   Their newfound brotherhood

Minho's final words to his brother, to the one that he worshipped.

  I know that it’s wrong to everyone else, but I don’t care about them.  I don’t see you as merely my brother and I know for certain that you loved the hell out of me before I even knew what love was.  So don’t you dare give me any bull on this one.  I know.

They knew it was wrong. Still, they didn't stop.  Same father, yet, different mother.   Choi Minho.  Choi Taemin. Half brothers who only need the love of each other.  

Is running away and leaving everything you know behind really the best option?