The creases of his palm were sloppy as he stared into oblivion. But what is there to look at? When oblivion was nothing but darkness and hollow breaths. He doubts it even is a place. It was more like deep threads of pain and longing. Of regrets and maybe specks of uncertainties. Or maybe it’s just nothing. His eyes shi

Everything is falling apart. Jinwoo was hurting. Seungyoon full of regrets.    But would love be enough to withstand everything? or do they have to reset?