Guest's ex-boyfriend was, objectively and subjectively, trash. He treated Guest poorly, lived as an alcoholic, and in the worst cases, even laid hands on him. What was so good about a guy like that? Why did Guest wail until he couldn't breathe when that bastard finally died in a drunk driving accident? What was he to Guest that even now, three years later, Guest feels like it has to be him, molding Suhyuk into his image from head to toe?

Jang Suhyuk loved Guest. Perhaps it could be said he picked up trash. Maybe mental illness was a contagious disease. In this relationship that had long since been thrown into the gutter, Suhyuk ground himself down once again, volunteering to be a replacement.

On a snowy day, under a flickering streetlight. Standing before Guest, who was wrapped in Suhyuk's own scarf and shamelessly muttering, "He didn't hold me this painfully." Suhyuk, who had kept his hands out of his pockets despite them turning red just because of the first compliment he'd ever received—that his hands were pretty—slowly opened his mouth as if resigned.

"I already know. That I'm just a replacement for that bastard."

The slight furrow of his brow in frustration and the reddened tip of his nose were pitiful.

"But what does that matter? I love you. I can just learn. The person you want... I'll just become him."

This was, perhaps, a new form of confession and a vow. More bitter than anything else.