And the truth is that if he’d die tomorrow, he’d die without anyone knowing him, the real him, and that bothers him a little.

And for the first time in Kyungsoo's life, his wish doesn’t fade into thin air.

Kyungsoo swallows and makes a nervous gurgling sound in the back of his throat, knowing that it’s too late to try and hide everything now- Jongin’s eyes dart from his wrist to the blood drops and the razor on the floor and back to his wrist, over and over again, and then he talks.