There was no suicide note. But, then again, a note wasn't really necessary. It was obvious that Minho's death was not accidental.

Before plunging sixteen meters into a rock-infested river, Minho did something. Something that made everyone thinks he intended to die. He removed his plain-looking necklace that was gave by his crush before she left town and went to another country, and his shiny silver watch that was gave by his best friend on his birthday. There, beneath a tree by the cliffs edge, Minho stacked the things he treasured. Had he accidentally tumbled to his doom, the things he treasured would have tumbled with him. He doesn't want that. He wanted everything to be in its best condition.

There were several theories about what happened to Minho after he jumped. The most popular: his body was immediately shred by the jagged rocks and his remains washed away by the current. Another likely theory: he died upon impact with the water and his body devoured by some fishes or sharks. Some speculated that - even had Minho miraculously survived the fall – he would most undoubtedly have drowned. The river is a violent one, over three meters deep and flushes out into the South Sea.

The police discovered Minho's left boot twelve kilometers downstream from his belongings; several kilometers further: the remains of his knapsack. Police scoured the river for five days. His best friend Onew had hired a investigation team to search for six weeks after that. The story blazed through the media making every national headline. The promising young investigator, a son to the world renowned Detective, was gone. Everyone knew that there was zero chance of survival and zero hope; and everyone was sure to tell the old officer. It was not right to give him hope. But the officer could not believe that his son was dead; he refused to hold a funeral or a memorial service. He wanted closure. He needed it.

Finally, after a full year had passed, a funeral was held in town. It was held on the date which would have been Minho's Sweet eighteen birthday. Over two hundred people attended.

The cloud of love which had blinded Minho's father gave way to the realistic reasoning of the investigator: Minho could not have survived that fall. It had been a year. He was truly dead. His father finally accepted the fact that his beloved son was never coming home.

Just a teenager and dead.

It was a catastrophic loss . . .

No one had suspected how depressed Minho was. No one saw his suicide coming. He had the world at his feet and yet he chose death.

They buried a picture of Minho in a small coffin . . . it was all that they could do.

However-

They never found his body.