Jongin is a freak born with a pair of hands made for destruction. He killed his own mother with his bare hands; the mere touch when he was just born ended the life of the one that brought him to this world; ironic. Everyone was all afraid of him, who wouldn't? A single touch would end your life just like that. 

He was condemned to life imprisonment in an isolated underground chamber, with the four walls and small window as his companions. The walls were decorated with markings of the lives he took, a scratch of chalk symbolizing a fresh death. It all happened as an accident, Jongin couldn't help it, all he wanted was touch from another human. Something he grown to realize he would never get. 

One faithful night however, a small boy with ebony hair curiously came across Jongin's "home". This boy heard the muffled cries of another young boy echoing through the night air, leading him to the secluded location. His eyes widened when he saw the boy who was of similar age as him, locked up in an inhumane manner. 

"Why are you crying?" Kyungsoo, the bug-eyed boy couldn't help but ask, concerned. The other's breath hitched at the realization of a guest in his home. Jongin peaked through his gloved hands at the other boy who was still staring worriedly at him. 

"Why are you in here? Where are your parents?" Kyungsoo tried to probe Jongin who was no longer weeping but eyeing the other intently. 

Kyungsoo wasn't the friendliest kid but he knew that when people make friends, they usually start by introducing themselves. "Hello! I'm Do Kyungsoo, what's your name?" 

Jongin had no one to talk to so he rarely used his voice, explaining why he took a while to ponder on how to use his mouth to shape understandable words - monster. 

Kyungsoo wasn't sure if he saw the word correctly, but "monster"? He wondered to himself if anyone would be named something so horrible but shrugged because he was young and figured he still didn't know the world's mysteries. 

"It is a pleasure to meet you, I would like to be your friend!" With that said, Kyungsoo stuck his small arm through cobweb-filled bars without grimacing at the feathery feeling but only smiling brightly at the other boy. 

Jongin shifted his gaze from the boy's enormous eyes to the erected arm, his action went much further than the usual "visitors" to his home. It was the first time someone had took the first step in making contact with him. 

Jongin pushed himself off the furthest end of the wall in the cell and dragged his dusty knees to where his visitor was. The action left a trail where the contrast between the rest of the black floor and the newly made path was obvious that Jongin's home was not the best of places to live in. Jongin's eyes never left Kyungsoo's stretched arm which also never left its position even though Jongin took quite a while to reach the bars. 

He hesitated for a second before lifting his left arm to awkwardly shake with Kyungsoo's right arm. 

Can I touch you? Jongin whispered but it was loud in the awfully quiet cell. Kyungsoo nodded his head vigorously, with his black locks bouncing in rhythm. 

He was wondering why Jongin would shake his hand with a gloved one. Kyungsoo was clearly oblivious to the hushed curses spoken among the villagers when anyone brought Jongin up in conversations, or the slight rotting smell of decomposition hanging lightly in the air. 

Jongin slowly removed his left gloved hand, trying to adjust to this unfamiliar feeling of his hand being in direct contact with the air. He looked from his hand to Kyungsoo's hand and inched slowly towards the other's. So, so slowly. 

The distance between their palms grew smaller. Kyungsoo felt a force of attraction towards the other's palm and he slowly inched his closer as well...