Jongin didn't live between two worlds, as a popular expression says, but rather in the middle of a confused mix of faded colors and delirious screams. At the center of this strange universe, could be found two brown eyes, wide opened, and an almost imperceptible smile. A face. That face, Jongin admired it often in his dreams. Often times, he had been tempted to take a risk, to allow himself the right to love someone else other than himself.

Do Kyungsoo, the little doctor. The nickname given to the man who followed him constantly in his mind; that's what it happened to be. Jongin loved. He loved, yes, but never forgot to repeat himself himself one thing over and over, like a broken record.

Nobody will ever want something out of me- I who is the exception. Me, who isn't like everyone.