qian kun did tell him a story. a story that he at least thought was funny.

but kim jungwoo said. "that wasn't even remarkably funny."

"i'm sorry."

"it's okay. thank you. thank you for telling me a story."

kim jungwoo smiled. his first and unfortunately last smile that kun would see.
"i like you... but i'm sorry."

he walked backwards towards the rim... until he was not there anymore.

kim just stood there. he couldn't move. he didn't want to. he couldn't dare see jungwoo's motionless body laying on the the ground.