Sometimes it's okay to let go.


One day, 
we'll embrace and die..

"You're home! I was just cleaning out the closet for you." Micky says as he runs up to Junsu and hugs him tightly. He closes his eyes and buries his face in Junsu’s hair, murmuring, "I miss you every second of the day..."


"Su~ I'll help you take a bath, okay?” Micky tsks lightly, “Now, now, I’m not a pervert!” He reaches to adjust the taps. “How does that feel, comfortable? Our Junsu needs to be squeaky clean!" In the bathtub, Micky tilts Junsu's head and smiles at him. "You should smile more, you look pretty when you smile... do that dolphin laugh for me! Eukyangkyang~!"

"Your hair's so smooth and silky! I love it~" Micky combs Junsu's hair for him, watching the two of them in the mirror.

"Look at your hands, Susu! They're so pretty and soft!" Micky sits on the sofa, clipping Junsu's nails. The T.V. blares the newest MVs of popular singers, but is ignored by the both of them.

"Susu, come and help me set the table, I cooked your favorites!" At the dining table, an eager Micky lights candles. He piles the different dishes onto Junsu’s plate, and waits for him to try them. "Is it yummy? I’m a good cook, aren’t I?"

"Ah, give me another pose! Tilt your head~ You're just so photogenic, Su!" Micky holds the camera and the non-stop click of the shutter fills the room. 'You're the cutest dolphi-- person I've ever seen!”

(There is never a reply)

In an old darkroom..

Micky takes out the newly developed films and looks at them carefully,

suddenly, his hands let go of the pictures and lets them scatter all over the floor.

The Junsu in the pictures, 

is just

a corpse.

A corpse that is being held up by red strings to make different poses. 

Micky is cleaning the closet.

“One, two, three, oh gosh they’re all Junsu’s clothes! They all look so nice…”

“But why… what happened to the owner of these clothes? Where did he go? WHERE?”

Micky kicks the pile of clothes and rips them apart,

“ I need to burn them… yes, burn them….”

 "Su~ I’ll help you take a bath okay?”

At the side of the bathtub, Micky helps Junsu who is lying in the tub rub his shoulder.

"You should smile more, you look pretty when you smile.”
“But why aren’t you smiling? Why? I asked you why aren’t you smiling?!”

Micky dumps all of the shower gel left in the bottle onto Junsu.

"Your hair's so smooth and silky! I love it~"

In front of a mirror, Micky combs Junsu's hair for him

“Why aren’t you replying me? Raise your head, I SAID RAISE YOUR HEAD!”

Micky mumbles to himself as he grabs Junsu’s chin and smudges red lipstick on him.

"Look at your hands, Susu! They're so pretty and soft!"

Micky sits on the sofa, clipping Junsu's nails.

“Why is this happening? Why are they falling? WHY?”

The so-called ‘nails’ turned black ages ago and are falling off.

"Susu, come and help me set the table, I cooked your favorites!"

"Is it yummy? I’m a good cook, aren’t I?"
“Crap, I told you to eat it, EAT IT!”

Micky pries open Junsu’s mouth and stuffs a bunch of newspaper inside.

“Eat it…eat… why… why is this happening….”

Already insane, Micky drops the newspaper,

and holds on to Junsu.

In just one day,

a loved one..

turned into a cold, rotting corpse.

“Junsu-ah, didn’t we agree on spending the rest of our lives together?

why did you leave first? you didn’t even tell me.. what should I do?”

“No, I don’t believe it.. “

“I miss you.. I love you… come back to me…”

“…Su?”

Micky accidentally pushes open the door of a room,

he sees Junsu sitting near the window,

“Is it really you?”

“Let’s take a picture okay? I’ll set the timer.”

“Ready? Here we go, put your arms around me! One, two, three, smile!”