Jeongguk walks on the noisy and crowded street of Hongdae. Wearing all black and holding a black bag as well. He looks intidimating and he doesn't mind all the stares and glances the strangers are giving to him. His thoughts filled with "Jeongguk. It's all over. We're over."

The smell of fancy perfumes suffocates him but deep down, seungcheol knows the real reason why he’s suffocating is that board right at the end of the aisle that says “Yoon Jeonghan and Kim Minkyung”    is this what i want? Jeonghan thought.