"Mingyu?"   Wonwoo fell to his knees. Salty tears rolled down his face, only to hit the cold asphalt below. There he was -- Mingyu, his lover, crushed under the wheels of his car. Lips trembling, Wonwoo carefully caressed his blood-stained cheeks, repeating the same two words with a bitter taste in his mouth.   "If only... if only... if only..."   ...    "If only what?"

Love. When people think of love, naturally, the first thing that comes to their mind is the sight of couples holding hands, occasionally giving eachother a warm smile with hints of pink speckled on their faces.