Their friends are being picked off one by one, and danger looms over their heads. They have to get out, before it's too late.  

After their escape from the facility they were held in for years, Baekhyun and Jongdae struggle to regroup with their friends, who are all scattered across the globe.

It's become a game of sorts; Jongdae leads, and Baekhyun follows.

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.

He already knows that the only one who’s brave enough to deal with his mental breakdowns is Junmyeon and he whimpers and grabs the older’s hands in a death grip, feeling his entire body shaking. 

He deserves to cry.

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

Jongdae smiles and tries to focus on breathing.

Because it’s all clearer now; he’s Zhang Yixing and Zhang Yixing means nothing without Kim Junmyeon next to him, nothing at all.

Junmyeon never really payed attention to the seasons, and it wasn’t his job anyway.

It’s not until 11PM that Junmyeon notices that Yixing’s not there.

Zhang Yixing is made out of light and freedom and birds spreading their wings and flying away; it’s Junmyeon’s job to sit there and admire that about his husband, because he knows that he himself is made out of metal and salty ocean water, and those things are not even close to being as perfect as Zhang Yixing.

Junmyeon’s not really good with words, but he knows his lips finish his stories for him, and he knows that Yixing understands. He always does.

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.

Sometimes, you need to have someone with the ability to see things that you consider to be out of sight.

A heart attack, Jongdae thought. A heart attack at such a young age.