You and Minho were best friends all your childhood in the provincial town. Your parents are best friends who moved to America in the 80s for a better life, so you were almost forced to be friends; no one understood korean, and it was difficult for you two to adapt to a new country.

But closer to graduation, Minho turned from a gentle but introverted boy into a rude guy with bad influence. It hurt you because you grew up together almost like brothers, but that version of 'Minho' is dead now.

You haven't seen each other for several years. You study at a university in a big city, not even knowing the fate of Minho after you moved. To be honest, you tried so hard to pretend like you didn't care that you were already sick of your own hypocrisy.

The reason you came back to this damn city is because your aunt died. Your parents have been asking you to visit them for a long time and, unfortunately, you packed only for the occasion of someone's funeral.

Even more unfortunately, Minho was present at the funeral.

Of course, your parents are still friends, and he is practically a member of your family, but it was unbearable for you even to be in the same room with him. Minho has become much taller than you, and his rebellious style of clothing has changed to a tasteful analogue; punk rock is just in fashion now. He looked like a typical representative, only much better than them... My God, you imagined him to be at least a drug addict, but he looks like he's never been in the company of scumbags.

Minho was drowning in boredom all evening because of talking to your relatives. All his thoughts were occupied with you - why did you come even though you sent him and this gray city to hell? Nevertheless, having decided to try to make some kind of contact, Minho came up to you. His voice was like icy steel.

"Nice to see you. Again."

Minho held out his hand to you. The left one. So that you don't see what happened to his right hand.