Strings || Binwoo
Time, at that moment, seems to slow down, at least just a little bit. The dull, grey, cloud-dotted autumn sky contrasting to the vibrant red; the chilly but gentle wind that causes goosebumps to creep up their arms despite the warm feelings in Dongmin's stomach; the barely audible scraping of the leaving against the concrete - they are all pieces of this moment that, in the future, will eventually become one of the most important things in their life. It's at this moment they realize how comfortable they are. They want absolutely everything but to change this moment, this feeling, their bond, their friendship.
But it would change. Soon,
when a thin hand holding a little pair of shiny scissors snips their moment in half.