Dusk has fallen mercifully coolly over the warm day and the air is still, holding lingering wafts of warmth from the last of the sun's light.

Your hands in your pockets, you stroll down the street. A sight meets you that makes you stop in your tracks: a boy, stunningly beautiful, kneeling by his window with his soft lips moving silently. His eyes are closed and his hands clasped.

Yunho is praying. A necklace hangs around his neck and glints in the evening light.