Sometimes Jonghyun felt overwhelmed by the love he had for Kibum. If he could look at him forever, he would. But he had to share Kibum, with s, with the fans. Jonghyun never thought that he would turn into such a love-struck fool. But that was the magic of Kim Kibum.

He would get caught staring, during fan-signs, concerts, photoshoots. The managers would berate him and Jinki would sigh. Not that it mattered to Jonghyun of course. If he wanted to stare at the love of his life, he damn well would.

“You know you’re being obvious, right hyung?”

Jonghyun tore his gaze away from Kibum and looked at Taemin questioningly.

“What was that?”

Taemin rolled his eyes. “You’re disgustingly in love. Stop it, it’s making me want to throw up.”

Before Jonghyun could respond, Jinki popped up behind Taemin and ruffled his hair.

“Ah Taeminnie, when you find that special someone, you’ll be worse than Jonghyun.”

“I doubt anyone can be worse than Jonghyun hyung in love.”

And he was right.

Everyone thought Kibum didn’t know about Jonghyun’s undying love for him. Everyone thought Kibum would brush off his affections and only play along when cameras were around. Everyone was wrong.

To Kibum, Jonghyun was something undefinable. They were definitely not just friends, Jonghyun behaved more like his besotted husband than anything. Kibum didn’t like labels though, so Jonghyun was just his. His to hol