47 days. 13 hours. 10 minutes.

“My past relationship was.. Colorful, I guess.” Jongwoon starts hesitantly. They were at Hyukjae’s apartment now, wrapped in fluffy blankets and drinking coffee and hot chocolate. After minutes of begging, Jongwoon gave in and started talking about his life first. “You see, I had everything I could wish for. A respectful partner, a nice set of friends.. And everything was nice, until I discovered my ex was cheating on me with my best friend.”

Hyukjae audibly gasps at that, and Jongwoon chuckles humorlessly. “And suddenly, everything was getting out of control. I woke up one day and found out I couldn’t see any color, and found out they both had left for Japan. They at least had the decency to leave me a letter, telling me how dumb I was to believe that Kyuhyun actually loved me. And I cried for days, I think. I ended up getting sick, and after days of not seeing me leave my apartment, my neighbor found me lying lifelessly on the floor. I was taken to the hospital, and the doctor told me it was a miracle that I was still alive, because my body wasn’t healthy enough to fight off any disease.”

“I was treated and after I was discharged, I started moving around the country. First I went to Jeju, then I left to Incheon, passed by Busan.. And I stopped here in Seoul, where I met you. I was supposed to leave on the same day I met you, but I stayed here because I got attached to you. Strange, right? I barely knew you, and