Daehyun always seems to forget his keys. It's three in the morning, he's cold, wet, and temporarily homeless, but finds warmth with the arrival of a delivery boy with kind eyes.

Daehyun and Youngjae were fireworks that went off too soon.

It is Yongguk and Himchan's three year anniversary. But it's cold out and Yongguk is spent, so the importance of the day doesn't strike his mind when he has to simultaneously deal with a crying child and Himchan's incessant nagging that rings in his mind from the other end of Seoul. Or, t

Hope is a curious thing. It exists in all different dimensions at once. It is a broken constant; it is there, but it is not. Youngjae has hope. Daehyun does not.

The night seems to freeze, swollen streets swallowing out life as Jung Daehyun recalls what makes his lover beautiful.