But Jinyoung wouldn't leave him. He followed him, well awareof his fate if he did. So he came here to follow his love. That's what you felt back at the empty road, that's what you felt right there. Love. Unbounded love. Your hands were still on his face, but Jinyoung of course couldn't feel a thing. You were just his guardian.

The statue opened its eyes. And you left once again, not wanting to have to watch. You went back to the empty road.

The third and last one came. His name was Youngjae. He looked younger than both Jaebum and Jinyoung. He came running towards you. And again right through you. Weird. You felt something weird again. But different from Jinyoung.

You followed Youngjae, but instead of walking into the house like his predecessors he turned right, walking off into a sheltered hall of some sort, like a city hall. He looked around, unsure of what to do, then found something and went towards it. He sat on a piece of the broken down celing. He didn't look terrified like the others. He stared emotionlessly into space. You felt the urge to touch him. You lifted your hand to his right cheek. As you slightly brushed your fingers against his skin, his eyes began to widen. Shocked you took your hand back, frozen, watching his every move.

What the hell just happened?