Jongin remembers everything about them, from just staring to dating and kissing each other with their hands running up and down their body. He doesn't believe it, not a single moment of it. It seemed like a lie, partially true or maybe he simply fabricated it.

He is a nobody, he is nothing. He has no friends, he doesn't talk and his mum says it's because he is closeted. He doesn't know what she meant by that but he thinks she meant that he is lonely and she thinks it's just a phase but he thinks he needs help.