6 months later.

Their house was cold and empty, like a well without water.

Like black and white paint, like a town without sun and like a year without rain.

Minseok left to L.A to live his dream, while Jongdae stayed behind hoping that someday his would come true as well.

He wasn't used to living alone, at-least not without his Hyung.

It was difficult but somehow he managed, he had to.

Minseok had left enough money for Jongdae until he would come back, however, Jongdae was as much careful in using them as a miser.

He wouldn't go out much, but when he did, it felt like the world around him was soulless.

Soulless and scary and desolated.

He would stay in room, for days, for weeks and eat what little there would be in the house.

A feeling of insecurity crawled up on him, a feeling of uneasiness whenever he thought of going to to bring his usual necessities.

Nevertheless, once in a while he would try.

The world wasn't cruel, but it wasn't kind either.

Rude people lurked around, which made it even harder for Jongdae to live the way he lives.