"Will you accept my apology?"   Woohyun stared at Sungyeol, completely ignoring his outstreched hand. There was honesty and maybe guilt. Woohyun didn't know what to do at that moment, and it seemed like more than ten minutes that he was considering both options. Sungyeol though, was a patient person. The risk the other went through just to get to him and to get him out - realising all that, Woohyun was honestly bewildered. They knew each other, yes, but they were still, in fact, strangers. And if it were the other way around, Woohyun wasn't sure he'd risk the same for Sungyeol.   And so, when he was just about to agree, by the corner of his eye he noticed the guard sttirring in his sleep and fear covered him so quickly like fire destroying a piece of paper.   "No." he blurted, avoiding the eye-contact. Even though he couldn't see it, he felt the disappointment falling on his head from Sungyeol's eyes. He saw his hand falling back to his side and limply hanging there afterwards. It would be a lie to tell that Woohyun felt like he'd done the right thing. He certainly didn't.   "I understand." came Sungyeol's reply, to which Woohyun raised his head to look on him again.   "Are you mad?" Woohyun asked, immediately wanting to punch himself.   Sungyeol chuckled, "I can't possibly be. For someone who's never been in trouble it's only understandable that you want it to go on that way." he said, "And even I have to admit that this is risky." he added, "So yes, I understand and I'm not mad."   Woohyun didn't answer; there weren't any suitable words. It was as if his wit had left him. When he looked up again, Sungyeol was no longer paying attention to him; he was focused on folding a tiny crane in his hands. Even in the dim light he noticed that it was blue; what an irony. Woohyun watched how quickly his hands moved, he guessed he must have made quite a lot of them. Being done, he quietly walked over to the guard's desk and placed the crane on his head. Woohyun smiled.   "I'll get going, these guards are usually light-sleepers." Sungyeol chuckled. "If he asked, tell him I was here." he added, smiling. Woohyun would lie if he said he didn't see tears glisten in the other's eyes and hear the sadness dropping from his words.   Despite that, he grinned, "Sure."   "It was nice seeing you again." Sungyeol waved and slowly set out, aiming for the door.   "Wait..." Woohyun called, pausing. When Sungyeol turned around and their eyes met, he continued, "Thank you."   Sungyeol merely nodded and then disappeared in the darkness. Being left alone again, Woohyun sighed seeing the opened door of his cell. He felt like an idiot by right. However, something had broken in him just before Sungyeol left. When their eyes met, Woohyun for the first time in a while thought something blue was beautiful.   What an irony it was that something so full of remorse and disillusion could be so astonishing. Every time they had met before, Woohyun hadn't really thought of it, only that night he saw. Sungyeol's eyes were beautiful.   The lights were blinding and Sunggyu felt a drop of sweat trickle down his temple. His throat was sore, his mouth dry; it was hot in that place. It always had been - he was used to it just as he was used to seeing empty tables with empty chairs all over the place. His hands, so shaky before he began, were starting to hold still. He was getting to it again. His drug, one of the two things keeping him alive.   His voice found its way through his throat as he heard the soft piano tunes filling his ears; he found the missing confidence. Though singing was supposed to make him happy just like it used to, he was sad as the words he wrote himself left his lips and molded with the music. Whenever he set his feet onto that stage, sadness kind of consumed him like black holes consume light.   Sunggyu saw him the moment his eyes darted into the empty space full of tables covered in cigarette ash and dust and chairs occasionally flipped over. Just in that little dark corner of the whole place was one chair occupied. Sunggyu liked to pretend he didn't catch the other or notice his presence; he knew Myungsoo liked doing that as well. And all of a sudden he remembered their talk the other day.   "Why are you still around here, though? With possibilities you have I'd be gone in a second."   There was a pinch of a point in those words. Sunggyu had the voice, he had the looks which was all he needed in the world as it was. The question still stood. Why wouldn't he just go? Why was he still stuck with that stage that stood still just thanks to a few supporting beams, with bright lights that grew dim after a few m