It's three o'clock in the night, when Hyunjin went out on the motel's balcony with two glasses of fine wine. Han is sitting there staring in the starry sky.

"Hey, Hyun..."

"Hey, Sung... I think we should talk."

"About what?"

Hyunjin stays quiet. He hesitates.

"Everything?"

Jisung turns around. He sits on the chair like he owns this place. You can see the small outlines where in the past you would have seen big, majestic wings. A star over Jisung's head lights up his messy hair, representing his old crown. In the background the moon and stars of their earth light up the dark night sky and you can see down on the city. The picture looks flawless. It looks perfect. For the first time since many years, Han looked like the prince he is.

One of Jisung's favourite places will always be something from where he can look down on the night city. He remembers it from the past. From their past. And now he relizes... Han never changed. He, Hwang Hyunjin, was in the wrong. Han is still the same Han he was years ago. A small smile decorates his face.

He sits down on the hammock, next to Jisung, not leaving the slightest space between them. He gives Han one of the glasses and puts his arm around the small waist of the younger one.

"Everything...", Han repeated, empathizing the word as if it was holy. His tongue plays with it. He swirls the wine in the glass, lookin at it's bloody, red colour.

"Go ahead.", then he takes a sip, waiting for Hyunjin to talk.

Jisung POV

I take a sip. I loved red wine. And so I wondered if he still remembers, how we always drank red wine on random rooftops, both runaways from their homes.

We did it daily... or nightly. Just running away, through the windows, meeting up at random rooftops. We never choose a roof before, we just knew where the other will be. We just knew it. Young teenage love. We would make out one the rooftops, kissing each other and tasting the wine on each one's tongue. Then I would sit on Hyunjin's lap and he would just hold me. He would hold me close to his chest and warm me with his sweater, because I would always forget to bring something warm. I smile, sinking in memories. Hyunjin was my first forever love. My first relationship. My first kiss. I would still give him everything. I am still a virgin for him. Now the memories start to hurt. Why have you done that, Hyunjin? Why have you left me?