"Sorry, Hyung."

            Minho looked at Taemin, broken hearted. His hand rose slowly, as if he wanted to grab Taemin, to never let him go, but in the end he never touched him.

            "What...? Why...?"

            He didn't know what to say, what to think. This must feel what dying felt like.

            "It was fun. A convenient ."

            A convenient ? Was this really all what Minho had been for the younger all this weeks, months?

            "But let's face this, Hyung. I never loved you, nor will I ever love you. I simply don't need you, nor do I care for you."

            A small sob left Minho's parted lips. He couldn't even see Taemin clearly anymore when he turned around and left, his vision being blurred by tears.

            Taemin had been everything for him.

            Now it was over.