Sungmin knew he wasn’t the only one in Kyuhyun’s life. He had known ever since he had found an unusual shirt lying in the washing machine that didn’t belong to him. And when there was a strange picture of someone he didn’t know lying in his boyfriend’s wallet it only made everything clearer. Even when Kyuhyun would stay out late, coming back in the early hours of the morning smelling like alcohol and someone else’s scent he didn’t ask any questions.

Even though he knew he was sharing his Kyuhyun with someone else and that his heart would never beat for him alone, Sungmin stayed.

Kyuhyun was the sun that shed light onto his life. Sungmin was the flower that would only look at him.

Sungmin would remain Kyuhyun’s sunflower until his sun didn’t shine on him anymore.