Bang Yongguk loves having her close to him because the distance between them—even inches—is unbearable. He needs her, secured with him. Body glued together, fingers intertwined and hearts of the same beat: he loves the warmth she possesses and the blood-curling feeling he gets when he feels her warm breaths on his skin. “I hope,” she begins with a forlorn smile, “that

“Someone—save me,” he chokes on his sobs of bittersweet anguish and gasps for a huge breath. He wishes to wallow himself in depression, swimming in a pool of melancholy. This is good, he thinks silently to himself. He prefers living like this to returning to his queer self.    On second thought, he doesn’t want to be saved. He wants to dwell w

Whenever she would look at him, the world would seem to cease to be in motion. It would stop and all that exists at the moment for her would be just Myungsoo and her eyes staring at him. There would be nothing else that mattered – no noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow.