Zugzwang. 

That moment when every decision you make, will lead you to inevitably fall apart.

There’s no way out for a hero.

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Sometimes, we are judged according to our talents. Dancing, painting, singing, being good a math, all that counts.

Me? No, I have no talents.

I never bragged about being normal, that’s not a talent.

I was normal. I had a normal life. I didn’t have to worry about someone trying to kill me at night while I was asleep. I didn’t have to look at the man by my side and think, what did I do to deserve all this?

My only talent would be, that I’m smarter than anyone else.

But that day, in that street, when I helped him, Hyukjae, I proved to myself, and the world, that I was the stupidest man alive.
 

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“Kyuhyun…,” he smiled at me, and once again, he made me feel as the stupid man I was. “You’re my hero,” he said, and I, being stupid, believed it.

“And I forever will,” I answered.

I don’t know what I was thinking back then.
 

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“Kyuhyun,” he called me crying, falling on his knees. “I love you,” and I believed it again. Because he had proven to me he did, that he loved me enough as to risk his life for me. “And I’m sorry.”

Who would have believed he was such person?

Where is he?

I don’t know.

Who took him away?

I don’t know.

Is he alive?

He probably isn’t.

Will I look for him?

At the end, maybe I do want to be his hero.