Junmyeon could hear the thunder, soft and muddled with distance as the storm grew near.

“Come now, where’s your sense of adventure?” His wish for an adventure was granted, but he had no chance of foreseeing the outcome.   _________________________________________________________ “Sleep, little one. You have nightmares to attend.” As he grew, sleep was no longer necessary when the nightmares chased him into the daytime hours. _________________________________________________________ Fairy tales never were meant for children...

“Every second, minute, every damn hour.

For as long as Kyungsoo could remember, the key to figure skating was precision. His skating was textbook perfection, and for him that was all it needed. Precise movements and a flawless routine had to equal success, right? No reason to muddle his performance with feelings and the like when his technique was so refined. But the longer Kyungsoo watched Jongin on the ice, the younger man’s emotions raw and on display, the more he questioned if precision was really all there was to skati