"If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make who would you call and what would you say?
And why are you waiting?”

-Stephen Levine

Where are you going?

Kyungsoo pushed him away.

"Grow up. You can't cling to me like a baby forever."

Take me with you.

"Do you know why I'm leaving?! So that I don't have to see your face."

A last suitcase was packed and the front door opened.

I'm sorry. Please, forgive me, just once. I won't do it again.

"Stop it! Stop your whining! It's driving me insane! Grow up, would you?"

A man stepped through the door and left, carrying heavy bags. In his hand was a plane ticket. One way.

Please. Don't leave me.

October 4th, 2013. It had been a month since his brother disappeared. All hope was lost, but Kyungsoo continued his search. Each time he closed his eyes, images of Jongin smiling, laughing, dancing, studying, living, appeared.

"Where are you?" he whispered, holding up a picture of the younger.

When they were children, Kyungsoo would ignore and belittle Jongin, calling him clingy. He used to think that his brother was the most annoying being in the world.

How much he regretted it.