Hyung . . . I find myself thinking of an unfamiliar face. Hyung, it hurts. Pain shoots through my body as I try to stand and turn to the direction of the voices that were calling me. Leeteuk-hyung . . . Images of an unfamilar face race through my mind like deer in the glen; fleeting. That unfamiliar face that reprimanded me often. That unfamiliar face that I once feared. That unfamiliar face that I enjoyed teasing. That agonizingly beautiful face with dark, sharp eyes and the lips of an angel.