“Would you come back for me? Someone like me?”

Through the glass window, Kyungsoo could hear the cars bustle by. He could hear the sun set. He could hear the rain droplets. He could hear the kids playing. He could open the glass window and hear the voices. The many voices. One voice is sweet though. A voice so soothing and full of life. A voice Kyungsoo adores. A voice Kyungsoo wants to know better. A voice Kyungsoo is addicted to. A voice Kyungsoo wishes was his.

“I don’t keep, I borrow.”

Out the door and ready to live his life, Jongin is the first one. First at driving. First at girls. First at school. First at stealing someone’s heart. He just wants to have fun. Parties, dances, clubs, anything. Through his eyes, he could see a pair of blank eyes. Always there. The eyes look sad, but they hint a glow of hope. He doesn’t dare to stare too long. Sometimes, the eyes are closed. It bothers Jongin.