Chanwoo walks ahead, down to the elevator and as he has reached the ground level he exits the building. He doesn’t mind the awkward look the security guard is giving him. Who won’t be weirded out when it’s him who is walking out in the middle of 4 in the morning? He’s not Hanbin nor Bobby whom have to go back and forth to the recording studio for their works.   He gets a taxi and gives the address to where he’s wished to go. The entire ride makes him feel sleepy but he couldn’t get his eyes closing in slumber. He doesn’t sleep anymore, not after that day.   Not after everything.   “You look familiar. Are you an idol?” He hears the taxi’s driver inquires out to him. From the rear view mirror, he shows his rehearsed smile to the old man, not wanting to be looked as impolite. With hoarse voice he said, “I’m not, ahjussi.” The man gives a knowing look.   “Geurae? Somehow it feels like I have seen you in one of the videos my daughter keeps on watching.” He takes a pause as the car swerves to another lane. Carefully the man is driving despite the lack of vehicle on the street of Seoul. “I guess it’s my mistake. After all, you’re handsome like an idol.”   Chanwoo gives out another one of his rehearsed smile, though to be truthful he never smiles anymore. He never does after the passing of his beloved, after the pain he has inflicted on his lover—scratch that; ex-lover, after everything that goes down thanks to his stupidity and cruelty. Smiling isn’t one bliss he could afford anymore. Not after what he has become.   I am a nobody. I am NOTHING.         “Are you sure this is the right place?” The driver warily asks him that, as he gives an occasional glance outside to where he’s dropping this handsome kid. Chanwoo only smiles again, assuring him that it is true as he hands in his money and opens the door. As he’s circling the front of the car, eh ehars the man asking again, “Are you sure you’re not a ghost or something?”   This time he laughs for real, though it sounds so dry and humorless. As if he’s mocking the old man. “No ahjussi. I’m a real person. Don’t worry, there’s no ticket for any supernatural show for you tonight.” He jokes around and walks away, not wanting to converse in any meaningless conversation with the driver. As the car eventually drives away from the lane, he steps up to the hill, entering the big gate and focuses his eyes towards the spot he’s aiming to go.   He looks down to the stone in front of him, those grey and solemn looking object that is now the only sole reminder of whom Chanwoo has the opportunity