Do Kyungsoo. In this day, in this age, he is recognizable in only three words. Loner. City boy. Mortal. One year ago, the love of his life was lost to precisely that third word. Mortality. Three hundred and sixty five days spent with death. And now Kyungsoo's time is coming too. He can't wait. But he'll have to wait a little longer. ----- Cover photo edit credit: mine [Link here: http://taohuneylemontea.tumblr.com/post/91002515335/sometimes-i-think-of-you]