He tipped the can of cheap beer, spilling its content into Daehyun's dry mouth. It burned his throat as it ran down, a slight tinge of bitterness lingering in his mouth. Bitterness. That was what he felt. Each time he tried to pull the corners of his mouth up, he felt bitterness. Plain bitterness and

He was told if he folded 1,000 paper cranes, the gods would grant his wish. He wished for him...