Taken aback by his best friend’s sudden philosophy, Taemin stuttered a little. “I… I don’t know. But… what about Luna?”

Time is running out, Lee Taemin…

"… Will it make much difference if I do give up anyway?" Taemin let out a cold chuckle. "Living on an empty earth is like death itself. I go day by day without much food, if not at all. I go without sleep. The world is so… quiet. Without anyone… without…" Taemin felt himself breaking down, letting out a loud and shameless cry, "I-I feel myself going crazy as each second passes… I—"

How can one still be so blind?

Jongin couldn’t help but snort. “You haven’t worked it out already, Tae?” Jongin laughed, resting his hand onto Taemin’s knee, seemingly unfazed by the sight of his best friend with tears streaming down his face.

However, what shocked Taemin the most… was the fact he could feel Jongin’s hand…

"You were dead all this time."