The room still smelled of white musk – Mino’s favorite scent.

No one apparently has visited this room since the Day, evident from the lifeless scene Seunghoon saw in front of him: Mino’s favorite sketchbook is still sitting on his desk, his hoodies still hung behind the door, his star-shaped night lamp still plugged, some of his socks were still inside his laundry bag. Everything seemed normal and it was not like their owners have left them.

Seunghoon went to Mino’s collectibles rack. Up to this day, he does not understand how Mino could be so invested in buying all these figures from different sorts of comic books and movies – some of these movies Mino had never watched.

“Hyung, it’s art,” he remembered Mino said.

Yeah, and it costs you a fortune, he thought to himself.

He took out the Espeon figure out of his pocket, and put it in the middle of the eight Eevees.

Hey, look. I’ve completed it now. You should be happy.

Seunghoon spent a minute or two looking at the nine figures, before he decided to divert his attention, afraid that he would drown in unnecessary sadness had he been looking at it any longer. Seunghoon then looked at his desk – and how it could be horribly animate and inanimate at the same time.

The desk, like the room, was normal. Too normal, in fact, that it irked him so much. It screams “MY OWNER IS ALIVE AND WELL AND WILL CLEAN US UP AFTER THIS!” which he truly, really hated. He guessed this was the part that got skipped and cut in every movie and every novel after a character’s death, because it’s so mundane, boring, and…normal? He wished the things would sort their selves out by themselves and march into two different boxes, one ready for donation (mostly the clothes, accessories, gadgets and books – basically those that cost a fortune), one ready to be kept by the grieving family (the notebooks, DIY stuffs, vintage and dusty childhood items, photographs – basically those that cost a little).

Isn’t it ironic, the most valuable of items are those with the lowest price tags?

Seunghoon opened his sketchbook – something he instantly regretted doing. Everyone knows Mino had always been a good artist, yet most of them never really saw his sketches and doodles that he kept in this sketchbook of his. He had lots and lots of sketchbooks – how could he not, when he would always bring one on his bag wherever he went.

He once joked to Mino that the phrase “…[life is] like an open book” is definitely inspired by Mino, since one can really understand Mino just by looking at his drawings in his sketchbook.

A sketch of The Parliament Building– it must have been from when they were shooting in London; abstract geometric shapes; cartoon caricatures of the members – from when the members were camping out; some graffiti and typography of the word “WINNER” – if some people still argue that Mino was not happy to be part of a non-hip-hop group that is Winner, Seunghoon thought of shoving this artwork to their faces; and—

a back view of Seunghoon.

What the . He couldn’t believe what he just saw. It was a rough sketch of him – his neck, his messy hair, his t-shirt, half of his tattoo peeking out of his t-shirt. It’s his back profile. Definitely his.

As Seunghoon flipped through the pages, he found yet another sketch. It was his side profile now. The eyes were not yet drawn – “Hyung, it’s hardest to draw eyes,” – but the nose, lips, jawline are strikingly similar to Seunghoon’s.

Then he found another one, sketches after sketches. Cute doodles of Seunghoon’s keychains, Ihee and Otto; rough outlines of Seunghoon dancing, of him pondering; sketches of his face in pencil, in watercolor.

He closed the book abruptly, unable to bear looking at another sketch.

What the actual .