“Where have you been?" he asks when Jinwoo opens the door. It isnt that late - not later than usual, - but the room smells of whisky and loneliness and Minho is looking at him with glassed eyes. There isnt malice in his words, only a tight layer of remorse and envy, nothing he hasnt deal with before. Its just one of these days, the bad ones, but Jinwoo has been there, knows the demon by its name, knows how it devours the light and hopes from the core, leaving hollow spaces where something bright lingered before.   ForewordHello, dears!Im back with another short, silly Songkim!Its nothing much and Im not sure it makes much sense, but I hope that you will like it, even when its pretty much pointless and stupid.As usual, mind the fact that English is not my native tongue and, therefore, mistakes and grammatical errors will plague this story. I would appreciate it if you could point them out to me, so I could improve and do better next time.All comments are more than welcome!Thanks for reading!