“보고 싶다, 이렇게 말하니까 더 보고 싶다, 너희 사진을 보고 있어도,

보고 싶다, 너무 야속한 시간, 나는 우리가 밉다,

이젠 얼굴 한 번 보는 것도 힘들어진 우리가”

I miss you, When I say that, I miss you more,
I’m looking at your photo, But I still miss you,
Time is so cruel, I hate us,
Now it’s hard to even see each other’s faces

It was strangest the autumn where trees remained clothed in green until the middle of October and then all of a sudden were a riot of colour. Yellow, green, red, orange and brown were seen everywhere. It was as if the season jumped into the park instead of fading in as it usually would, and was all the more magnificent for doing so. Upon the newly softened mud were the acorns - from green to pale brown, none yet the rich hue of children's story books. The air was cooler with a tincture of earthiness - just a hint that brought to mind the cosy evenings and warm soups to come.

Humid air fell upon the bustling city after long hours of raining, the sun finally shone through the dark clouds in the sky. None had taken notice to the bright turnover of the weather in the community where technology had driven their lives. All except for one.

Humming to a familiar tune, something that he found comfort in, enjoying the after rain effect, the familiar smell of wet leaves, cold wind blew on his face. It was soothing to put it simply for him. Walking down the narrow pavement between the buildings, he hummed his tune, in sync to his autumn playlist he proudly assembled in his iPod, as he made his way to his sanctuary.

Kim Taehyung was a handsome young man in his early 20s, a normal university student struggling his way in the university studying what he hoped to achieve one day, medicine. He loved it, the human body was unique and a mystery for him and he loved every knowledge he gained from it and he loved the people, to communicate with others, to aid them in however he could. Indeed, a gentle and kind soul he brought up to be. Born and bred in an upper middle class family gave him a little bit more of advantage when it comes to money,