As the tip of the thin blade cut deep into his pale skin, as the warm red liquid flowed slowly down his arm, obscuring the past scars, Sunggyu couldn’t help but chuckle softly to himself.

It helped.

It always had.

Just when he thought he had it within his grasp, what he had yearned for his whole life, it had slipped away through his fingers like water.

Love.

It had come to him in the form of a man with a greasy yet heartwarming smile.

“Woohyun, Woohyun, Woohyun…” The name slipped past his chapped lips, barely even a whisper and only for him to hear.

Life was unfair.

It always had been.

And even as he hears his family screaming his name from somewhere far away, where maybe some small part of his consciousness was still holding on, Sunggyu refuses to return.

Because here, within the depths of his dreams; here was home.

Here, he can once again experience the warmth in his heart and see that dazzling smile once again.

Because he can’t bear to lose it once more.