Day by day   Chaejin gripped on the photo frame harder, almost causing the fragile vintage design to shatter into a million pieces.    Just like his heart   It probably had been a month, or maybe a year, Chaejin didn't really give a . But that period of time had been the toughest. He changed drastically, so immesely he was sure if he stood in front of a mirror he won't even recognise himself.   But what's the use of having an identity when you lose something dearest to you?   That flawless petite body, that beautiful brown hair, all permently tatooed in Chaejin's mind. It wasn't Chaejin's fault, nor it was the other male's. It was neither their fault that a brain tumor just decided to take refuge in JunQ's body. Chaejin was fustrated, upset, furious, that that wretched sickness just had to come and rudely snatched away that deep affection they shared for each other. But what made matters worse was that Chaejin could never find something or someone to blame his beloved's death for.   A single tear fell from Chaejin's porecelain-like face, the salty liquid falling directly onto the photoframe and on to JunQ's face as if he was shooting some sort of drama.    Chaejin smiled bitterly as he wiped his thumb over JunQ's face, only to be returned with a cold, flat, sensation. Chaejin remembered reading from somewhere that crying will be able to make you feel better.   what bull.   Chaejin felt a million times more horrible than the first tear that ever fell after JunQ's death. He felt helpless, annoyed with himself. Chaejin could do nothing in this situation, all he could do was sit there and cry, begging for god to send JunQ somewhere beautiful to rest in. how pathetic. His black hair gently flew with the chilly air and Chaejin groaned. Gunwoo, his older brother, dropped by earlier, and apparently had forgotten to close the ing windows.   Chaejin had two choices. Either to freeze to death or to get his up and close the windows. Chaejin immediately opted for the second, there's no way in hell that he's going to die such a slow death, he rather take a bullet through his brain. The slim man gently placed the frame on the bed, got up and trudged towards the annoying glass panes. Shutting it effortlessly, he was about to trudge back again like a wounded walrus, but spotted his iphone lighting up.   Chaejin raised a brow. He hadn't used that piece of technology since forever, needless to say, he expected it to be out of battery. He reached out to the sparkly black object, tugging it, causing a piece of folded paper to fall off at the same time.    "I charged it, Jinnie, go out, tlk to people, don't sad anymore." Chaejin read it out loud and rolled his eyes. Gunwoo had been taking english lessons for a long time now, but his english was still ty as hell. Gunwoo can easily write in Korean, and Chaejin was unable to understand the reason behind why Gunwoo just had to write in a foregin language. That man didn't even bother to sign off, and Chaejin could even spot a few grammartical and speeling errors lying around, just like the memories he shared with JunQ.   Chaejin felt his eyes stinging again and immediately shook it off, pressing the only button on the iphone surface, hoping to destract him from all the angsty around him. The light shining so brightly out of the tiny object burned Chaejin's eyes, and the young man hissed out curses, then reaching out for the curtains to pull it away, for once, allowing the sunlight to seep through the last layer of translucent fabric. Chaejin trailed his finger with the arrow as the iphone unlocked itself. The male scrolled down his notifications and slightly pouted at the amout of messages he had recieved.   Judging from the date the messages had been sent, Chaejin realised it had been a year and a half since his JunQ was gone. The raven's lips pulled into a thin line, surprised that he actually spent a year and