needle in, needle out.

Sunggyu doesn’t get why Woohyun likes embroidery so much.

Once the needle pierces the fabric, Woohyun is lost to the world, humming a tuneless melody under his breath as he works the thread into the cloth. Sunggyu watches him carefully, watches how his delicate fingertips check the spot before the needle replaces them. In, out, in and out; and Woohyun breathes easily as his chest rises, falls.

Sunggyu doesn’t breathe, not even once.