the boy turned around, his eyes red and puffy, his face gleaming with wet tears.

"who are you?" he asked quietly. his voice was the most beautiful sound that kun had ever heard.

"qian kun." kun answered.

"and what do you want?"

"please don't do it."

"do what?"

"don't die."

"i've always been dead... no one needs me. the unneeded will always be dead to the world."

"you're not unneeded. you have friends. you have me."

"i don't know you." kim jungwoo stared at kun's eyes.

"you can know me."

"tell me something."

"something?"

"something happy. something funny."