Jongin's world is surrounded by silence, and this doesn't change when the other is coming along the way.

Writing is the art of pain, and painting the art of yearning. (but in the end, they both awaited the rain to come.)

Myungsoo still had three years until he became an ordinary person. And indeed, he was far, far away in being one.

Myungsoo gets eyebags so heavy that they're worse than pimples. All because of something that lingers around the air and makes hard to breathe.

The elder chases memories, while the younger loses the sanity.

Sungyeol folds thousand paper cranes to get his wish fulfilled.

His sanity has come to an end. His insanity, though, has just begun.

Heroes still exist; they just aren't wearing ridiculous clothes.

If it hurts this much, then it must be love.