it's a lovely sunday morning, as many people would say. yet there is almost no sound to be heard on earth. no traffic on the streets nor birds singing their lovely tunes. it's as if every person have already seen the numbers carved on their skin, and accepted it. everyone, except soonyoung.

jihoon is near the window, staring off the distance. he hates to admit it, but his heart is racing faster than the coming asteroid, feeling the fear in his chest waiting to take over.

around noon when the sky is turning into a mix of pink and red, jihoon grabs soonyoung's hand to make their way back to ganghwado. the place where they had their first kiss, and where they'll be having their last.

"jihoon, the sky is turning red, i'm scared."

"i know baby, everything will be okay."