“Fractured people like us don't have dreams, sunshine.  We live in darkness, stopped believing. There is no hope.”  An ethereal dream but too faraway for him to grasp within his fingers. He had to try even when hope was faltering.   

Bang Yongguk loves having her close to him because the distance between them—even inches—is unbearable. He needs her, secured with him. Body glued together, fingers intertwined and hearts of the same beat: he loves the warmth she possesses and the blood-curling feeling he gets when he feels her warm breaths on his skin. “I hope,” she begins with a forlorn smile, “that