They were in China. Heechul gazed at the places they went sightseeing, wondering all the time if Hangeng had ever stepped through those doors there, at the tiny souvenir shop.

Or if he had passed this same business man, or had seen the same beggar.

Had he ever gazed up at the churches colorful stained glass ceiling or walked on the same polished marble steps?

Had he been imagining Siwon's random "HALLALUYA!"'s that Heechul was currently trying to block out?

Had he ever imagined how Donghae and Eunhyuk were now reacting to seeing that brightly lit candy store?

Or had he been imagining he was with Heechul in these places, imagining the "fan service" they might do although there were no fans to appease.

Was he thinking of the feel of their hands clasped together again, wishing they'd never had to part those hands that were their only lifeline?

If so, than Hangeng and Heechul must share a brain, a mind, and most importantly, a heart.

That heart of Heechul's is broken. Heechul winced when he saw Eunhyuk and Donghae sneak a big pack of super glue- and super glue guns- into Eeteuk's shopping cart.

That won't work out well. But that wasn't what made him hurt. It was the pain of the fleeting, irrational thought he'd had.

If only he could have glued Hangeng's hand to his own.

If only he could super glue his heart back together.

He wishes he could live without the pain of the inevitable corroding of that glue. The glue that had been holding their hands together.

But that wasn't what happened. He and his Hannie could have held on through the loss of the glue that was infatuation. Their developing love could have made their hands clasp ever so tighter together.

But that was not meant to be. Unsaid forces had ripped their grasp apart.

Ripped his heart to pieces as Hangeng was taken into the belly of the monster, leaving Heechul alone in the painful depths of the lonely abyss.

Heechul stared out the window. It was raining rather lightly. He traced the cracks he'd made when he threw their Hanchul portrait. A fan had sent it earlier. He looked out the window, moving his eyes up to the sky as he spotted many posters promoting Hangeng's new album that was to come out. He sighed fairly quiet.

"Wo ai ne."

"Saranghayo."

..."I love you."

Heechul froze. The last, the english, phrase had not come from his mouth. The voice was softer, a distinct accent caressing the words spoken in korean softly. Heechul turned and looked at Hangeng.

"Heechul~ I said I love you too. Not just words from my mouth, but from my heart."

Heechul rose to his feet.

And grasped Hangeng's hand tightly, never to let go.