It never took more than fifteen seconds for Daesung to find the love of his live amongst the crowd. His eyes were trained to look for a tall men first, then if the target was acquired, he would march his way to Seunghyun.

He loved to find Seunghyun.

He loved the way that Seunghyun was distinct from other people and with only two people having pink hair at the agency, it was easier to point Seunghyun.

His hardworking Seunghyun.

Upon preparing their new album, Daesung loved to pop up to the recording studio even though it wasn’t his turn to record something. He would just wave to the people at the recording studio and went to the gym or maybe vocal training after he met Seunghyun. In the busiest days, it didn’t matter if Seunghyun and Jiyong didn’t realize that Daesung was there; Daesung was happy enough to see Seunghyun.

He loved to find Seunghyun.

It was like a game for Daesung: finding a treasure with limited information provided. It forced him to think and remember Seunghyun’s schedule, then made time to meet the older man. Of course Daesung liked to do his own game –the treasure or the reward he would receive were kisses or hugs or, sometime, it was just a stare from Seunghyun.

And Daesung loved to be stared.

Daesung loved how the dark brown orbs stared at him, then finding his own face on Seunghyun’s eyes. The gaze lingered on Daesung’s face and nobody was moving as their breath were taken. Sometimes, Seunghyun thumb would graze the smooth cheek and lips curled up. Time seemed to stop spinning, but the pounding heart of Daesung would remind him that he’s alive.

He’s alive and Seunghyun was there.

He loved to find Seunghyun and maybe, just staring at him from afar.

The way that his long limbs moved when he clumsily dance in front of the mirror while Youngbae and Little Seunghyun forced him to make his movements or stances better. The way that his long middle fingers and fore finger held the tobacco stick when Daesung found him at the rooftop after lunch or when he was stressed. He loved to engrave