This is a recount of the instances Kim Sungkyu and Lee Howon (almost) met, and the time they finally did.  

As Hoya lies upon a pool of blood, his head throbbed to an unbearable pain. Squinting his eyes with difficulty, he sees the green man still flashing in a distance, mimicking the momentum of the sharp soreness he feels from his toes to his neck, sending haphazard signals to his brain.   So this is it, this is how I’m going to die at a young age of 25, Hoya thinks to himself. It might