The sounds of birds bagging at each other rose around him, and in Jonghyuns mind they were warning each other of the closuring awareness of the human kind, or the ultimate predators passing through. They shouldnt really - he never liked bird blood anyways - but the chipping sounds still made him aware of how late he stayed out. And for what? A string of memories that seem to hurt his tainted soul?He knows the answer to that question he asks himself every day all too well, though he turns his ears from the words, knowing the recognition of them will hurt much more, and will make his existence almost unbearable. ForewordIt started out as a JongHo, but somehow turned into a JongTae and 2Min, both never really coming to light.It turned out angsty too.They kept kicking the story line out of my hands, and ;A;Yeah.Hope youll enjoy this ^^;