Fri(ends) only.

As Jiwoo's small legs desperately chased the pulsing engine, tears streaked across his face, the bright sun casting a cruel glow over his fragile frame.

"Hyung, please!" he sobbed, his knees giving out as he hit the ground with a heavy thud.

Across the gravel, the tinted window of the sleek car rolled down. Another crying boy leaned out, his hands moving frantically in a desperate, silent language.

"Jiwoo-ya! I'll be back before the sun sets. I'll be back by the next winter!" Hyeon screamed through his tears.

"Hyung... promise?"

"Promise."

That single word was the last thing the little one heard before the world blurred, the suffocating heat engulfed him, and everything went entirely black.