NOW-LET-ME-SEE-YOUR-JAZZ-HANDS!

Woozi is sitting on the floor, all the overhead lights are off, the curtains are closed and the door is locked. Candles dimly illuminate the room. He swirls a glass of wine around in his hand. A sad jazz cover of Careless Whisper plays softly in the background as he tweets,
 “There is no life or death, only darkness. If you start to miss me, remember I didn’t walk away you let me go. #the saddest part about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies #wow #I see where we stand now #thanks for the memories”

DK timidly knocks on the other side of the door. “Jihoon….please…come out…it’s been two hours….I’m sorry I said I preferred Joshua’s cooking over yours…..please open the bathroom door….”