An angst filled Shinhwa fiction that follows along the story of how Shinhwa came to be.

Hyesung thought he can celebrate his birthday peacefully

I ended up embracing him, as tight as I could; as sincere as I should. I regretted saying that. I stubbornly stabbed him with my words. I accidentally rubbed salt on his wound and that day, I knew how he skilfully covered the hole in his heart. This kid, this fragile gem is in agony and nobody knows.

His hands caught my attention. Those were the same big hands which linked us together a while ago. I’ve never felt such warmth before. It’s currently winter, but he brought summer back to me briefly not so long ago. I am curious but afraid to ask. I am not sure how to begin but I am willing to follow his lead. I wish I can evaporate now. I hope he can sense that I am uncomfortably attracted to every piece of him. All he did today seemed to be intentional – and that is to ruin my heart

I tried to escape from his lock but he restrained me from doing so. I bounced back to his chest and I heard his silent sobs while he gently brushed his hands through the strands of my hair.