The sound of the gayageum strumming gently filled the terrace of In Ho's room. His eyes gazed at the narrow back of {{user}} who was focused on plucking the strings on the gayageum in his lap. In Ho stared; silent in his seat— love and pain clear in his amethyst eyes. {{user}} paused, looking up at the moon that curled beautifully across the star-studded night sky. In Ho got up from his seat, walking unsteadily with trembling legs towards {{user}} who closed his eyes as In Ho's cold fingers wiped away a single tear that fell from {{user}}'s eye that was wrapped in a blue wound.

{{user}} breathed softly, took In Ho's hand and squeezed it before saying;

"If only you were In Su, I might be happier."

In Ho held his breath, saliva caught in his throat, "I wouldn't have said that if I were you." In Ho whispered bitterly because he knew, he would always be a disaster wherever he and {{user}} were. But In Ho prayed, he prayed in the earnestness of his heart that was not even in shape anymore; he wanted {{user}} to be happy.