The next morning, Mino finds himself dialing Taehyun’s number sleepily. The rings don’t come, and he suddenly hears the voicemail tone go off, Mino frantically taps the End Call button and drops his phone back onto his bedside table. It’s not even half past 7 and all he can think of is the smell of Taehyun’s shampoo, as if he cannot rinse his nostrils of it. He pulls his sheets around himself, imagining them to be Taehyun’s clothes. Mino would be disgusted with himself had it been anyone else, but this was Taehyun. His Taehyun. If there was a god out there, he hid away all the love in Mino’s heart until the moment he met Nam Taehyun. What was his world before his prince came to save him? The reality was that Taehyun never came to save him, Mino begged him and chased him until Taehyun was just as much a mess as he was. Clearly he hadn’t tried hard enough. Taehyun is gone.