If the universe was kinder, Taehyun would still wake up feeling Minho's steady heartbeat under the palm of his hand. He would look up, admire Minho's tussled hair, and watch him slowly open his still heavy eyes.

If the universe was more forgiving, Minho would still breathe in the calmness that was Taehyun's scent. He would smile, even if his shoulder was numb, as Taehyun stared at him in awe, like he was still dreaming, and Minho would slowly let the tips of their noses touch.

If the universe wanted them to be happy, they would still kiss languidly in the stolen moments of late midnights and early dawns. They would still try to stretch the short minutes of solitude, lost in each other's embrace, basking in each other's warmth, forgetting, if only fleetingly, the consequences of their nows, and instead try to make the beautiful memories last.

If the universe wasn't horrid, it will let Minho and Taehyun battle against its crooked decision that love, in order to be true, should be hard to keep.