He’s alone. He’s always been alone. No friends, both his parents are no longer there. He lives with his aunt and uncle but as much as they care, he’s left alone. They assume that he doesn’t need affection as young children do because he’s a senior in high-school. And young adults want independence and rather be left alone than having someone fuss over them everyday, right?

He sits by himself on the bench he now calls his because it’s basically where he goes every single day to eat his lunch... all alone. Everyone around him don’t bother to acknowledge his presence and it’s as if he wasn’t even there. He’s lonely, so lonely and desperate, desperate for someone, anyone, to just come up to him, to befriend him. He’s been alone for so long and he doesn’t know how much longer he can take the pain.

Before his escape were dramas. He hoped that one day a person will come and save him from his misery like how the lead actor or actress in dramas are courted by at least one person who stays by his or her side through thick and thin, never leaving. But after years of waiting with no result, his hopes shatters and he concludes that there was no hope all along. He starts to hate dramas, loathing them to be more exact. Despising how it gave him false hope that maybe one day he’ll be like the main characters too; having a person who loves you more than he or she loves them-self and living happily ever after. But dramas are dramas and real life is real life.

So when Jongwoon has his arms against the railings of a bridge and starts wondering what it’ll be like to jump off, he doesn’t think twice.