He knew that he could never escape, how could he. How could he hide or discard his emotions when he didn't even want to. But he did fear them, how strong they were. He could feel them tug at his heart whenever he saw him and how beautiful he was. He was strong but gentle, smart yet knew when to ask for help. Obsession, some could call it but he would call it an overflow of emotions. An overflow which he knew he could never stop. He knew that 'collecting' broken pencils and disposed pieces of paper were weird but he just wanted to be closer to him, just wanted that connection. It wasn't his fault that he gave bright and loving smiles or how warm his hands were against his but it was his fault for maybe thinking too hard. Youngjae was perfect.