A Monday of June, 20 exact days left for his birthday; for his 19^th birthday. A snowy Monday, a frosty Monday, a gray Monday, a monotonous Monday… nothing special about it, really.

His brown eyes blink boringly, looking out the clear window of the bus to all those people walking in the street under such a hard weather. But his orbs quickly find the small snowflakes more fascinating than anything outside his own little world.

Slowly falling from the silver sky, like frozen teardrops of a cold heart…

…Uh, ¿why was life so sad?

A person who has everything in this life: a loving family, a beautiful girlfriend, a brilliant mind, a healthy body, a handsome face, so many good friends. A person who was everything which any other man could kill to be, which any other man can only dream to be… For a person like that, ¿why was life so sad?

There were nothing wrong with him, he was perfect. That’s what people say, that’s what people makes him believe. He was the wonderful character movies picture and books tell. He was the personification of dreams coming true after long, hard years… he was all what Human Kind had always wished to be.

Perfection… ¿could there ever be something emptier than that?

Nichkhun doesn’t think so. Just like he doesn’t think he could feel colder than this, he doesn’t think he could feel more fake than this, he doesn’t think he could feel more alone than this, he doesn’t think he could feel more broken than this… just like he doesn’t even think he could feel human again someday. 

It was so overwhelming, like a rope around the neck pressing slightly harder at each eternal suffocating instant…

…Uh, he remembers why life was so sad.

His life wasn’t his, his body wasn’t his, his soul wasn’t his. He was just a piece on a heartless Chess game between God and destiny. You could say that at least, he was the King… the King locked under his own domains.

He chuckles bitterly at the same conclusion he reaches in his daily thoughts; shaken his head softly as he still can’t believe himself is the one with a ‘life’ like that. His off brown eyes momentarily turn away from the dull picture outside, knowing that his mind was already a frozen hell so he didn’t wanted to look another one…

But there were a moment of paralysis of his whole rigid self when the image of a boy entered in his range of vision. For some reason his eyes couldn’t help but fallow him, there was something simply mesmerizing about that boy: black locks, white skin, dark eyes, chubby cheeks and pink, pouty lips…

…¿Who was him?

An odd soft shock of electricity spread along his body when the little boy sat down on the seat beside him of the other row, placing his dark orbs out the window as well as himself had always do. Having just a tiny hall separating them which seems like light years… ¿how can it be possible to feel this uneasy out of nowhere?

…¿How can it be possible to shiver at the only sight of a little boy?

Nichkhun didn’t have idea, but even so, he took his time to detail that boy covertly. There were small things which called his attention strongly, like the way that boy smiled softly at times when his black eyes looked up to the gray sky; making Nichkhun wonder was what so wonderful about it…

Looking at the curios, interesting boy sitting across the hall Nichkhun could hear some unknown sound as the background of his meticulous inspection, but as long as he discovered more fascinating facts about the little boy that unknown sound slowly turn out like the sweetest melody he had ever heard…

Little did Nichkhun knew that it was the sound of the frozen walls around his heart falling down like those snowflakes…

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Nichkhun has never been a believer of coincidences, he is sure everything happens for a reason… ¿But what were the chances to meet with that boy right the day after the first time he saw him?

Nichkhun did believed in coincidences at the moment that little black hair boy sat down in the same spot the second day; yet the third day, the fourth day, even the fifth day when the little boy kept sitting in the same place just like him Nichkhun started to come back to his ideal of ‘everything happens for a reason’…

…¿But which was the reason?

Ten days had passed already since the first time. Ten days were Nichkhun found out ten new things about the little boy, each one more dazzling than the other: thanks to his great ability to watch without being noticed he now knows that this little boy likes yellow a lot, judging by the amount of times Nichkhun had saw him wearing the color: 10 out of 10.

Nichkhun also got to know that the little young boy likes music more of what it looks like at first sight. Along these ten days he has noticed the way that black head nod at the rhythm of some surely catchy song; but he had notices as well that the little boy is into dancing by the way his small body slightly moves with perfect coordination.

Nichkhun supposes he goes to some school with major in dancing, because that black hair boy not only has a backpack but also a not so small bag which had always looked so full of cloths. He supposes because his bus stop is before that little boy’s, but Nichkhun had thought seriously in ‘accidently’ miss his bus stop and just see where the boy go…

People could call him creepy, but Nichkhun had never felt so excited about anything or anyone before…

…It was so wonderful.

It was even more wonderful to notice the changes he had in such a short time, like the way his eyes were fixed in the bus’ door all the time and they only turn around to quickly look the clock on his left wrist to then anxiously placing themselves back at the door again…

…The new sensation of waiting impatiently to see someone was delightful.

 And Nichkhun didn’t even know his name…

While his eyes watch how the time passes slowly on his clock a long frustrated sigh leaves his mouth at that memory, because even when he had tried so hard to get some information about the little boy’s name he wasn’t able to get a single letter of it…

…It was quite desperate.

“Well, he can’t wear a sign just because some estranger wants to know his name…” Nichkhun chuckles at his absurd idea, lifting his brown orbs from the clock’s hands and finding that the bus was suddenly full of people.

His mouth went dried in less than a second when he noticed that not only all the seats were taken but also that there were people standing in the hall, blocking his vision to the other row… call him exaggerated but Nichkhun felt his breathing stopping.

“¿I won’t see him today…?”

An unpleasant bitter taste tickles his mouth at the only thought, at the only tiny possibility to not see that little boy after ten days straight... and at that moment it was the first time Nichkhun felt his heart aching like novels tells.

But in books had never said it will hurt this strong…

Fearful, his brown eyes clumsily begun to travel through the crowded bus; only watching unfamiliar faces around him. He started to sweat, too nervous to even noticing the way his breathing got heavier… like if he was in the borderline of a panic-attack.

Just when he was about to stand up and be even more obvious about what he was looking for, the people who was standing in the hall moved; letting him a small but clear space to look at that spot where that little boy always sits… and Nichkhun’s eyes shined for the first time when he finally find him.

His brown orbs shined as bright as those dark ones…

Their eyes locked in the tiny distant, and Nichkhun could feel his heart beating hard and fast against his chest. It hurt, but it hurt with joy…

…He was getting used to that sweet new feeling already.

But then something unexpected happened, something that it wasn’t in Nichkhun’s plans to see so fast but surely it was one of the things Nichkhun wanted to see the most since the first day. Those pouty lips curled up, painting in that chubby face the most adorable grin he had ever saw…

He smiled at him.

A shy, cute smile along with a tender blush on those cheeks just for him…

…It was the first time Nichkhun felt so warm inside.

Like a disease, it was contagious and all that warmness spread to every single part of his now not so cold self. And just like the reflex of a mirror Nichkhun smile back at him… probably not as shy as the little boy but surely as excited and happy as he truly feels. 

He watch amazed how clearly those chubby cheeks stains in a stronger carmine tone, as the little boy slowly turn his eyes away to place them in the window… but still, Nichkhun could watch in delight how those pink lips smiles wider.

And a sudden rush of tenderness invaded him at that moment…

His sparkling brown orbs calmly look back at the window as well, and he had to bite his bottom lip to prevent a huge smile to appear in his face. But even so the smile broke free…

…Just like the cold walls around his heart melt completely at the warm waves of strong feelings which fill him at the sight of his own big smile.

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24 days of June had flown away across the cold winter weather, turning Nichkhun into a young man of 19 years old. 19 years of a monotonous, robotic life… It has been a slow trip.

His bored brown eyes turn a moment from the clear sky outside the window, placing vaguely his attention in the unwrapped present on his lap courtesy of his annoying girlfriend Victoria. The package was rectangular, enveloped in a fancy black paper, with a perfectly made red bow on the top…

…Uh, ¿how many times had him being in this exact same moment?

-19 years…- he dully whispers as his hand selflessly leaves the present forgotten on the seat beside him.

Like if like that he could push away all those empty, cold years…

¿Why were birthdays so sad for him?

The commemorative day when he was born should be joyful to remember; just like it was for every single human being around the world… just like it was for his parents, friends and girlfriend.

But for him it was different…

…way much different.

A frozen sadness impregnates him every June 24^th. Starting from 12AM and ending at midnight, the whole day squeeze his little poor heart with cold strings of deep loneliness; suffocating his soul with the bittersweet taste of childhood memories.

All this feelings were so unthinkable in those warm years…

Birthdays started to be empty at some point, just like his whole being. Becoming a year older now just meant being a step closer to death, with people around him celebrating it with blurred smiles and affectionless presents.

Nichkhun knows birthdays shouldn’t be like this, he knows he shouldn’t feel like this… he knows he shouldn’t live like this; but this is how they made him, this is what they turned him.

Life, God, destiny; there could be so many ways to call it… ¿but are there many ways to fight against it?

He doesn’t think so…

All this long years had erase from him the will to change something, had took away from him the strength to fight… had blown with a mocking chuckle the small flame which used to kept alive his desire to be himself ones again.

¿Could it be possible to stand up when only by breathing it keeps pushing you down?

The answer to that question fade away from Nichkhun’s mind as the sound of someone sitting in the row across the hall hits him nicely. The spark on his brown orbs comes back magically, and they can’t wait to turn and meet with dark, shining ones.

The blood was running fast through his veins, making his heart jump against his chest when he finds that timid, adorable smile brighten up that chubby face.

An excited grin forms itself on Nichkhun’s lips like an answer for the lovely boy; watching amazed how him place his black orbs on the present by his side… asking without words what Nichkhun understood perfectly.

The wide smile on his face slowly faded away, turning in a small sad smile as his head softly nodded in response… feeling ones again that bittersweet taste lining in his mouth.

The little bot sitting across the hall just looked back at him with wide open eyes and his pouty lips forming a cute ‘o’ shape, so adorably honest about his surprise.

Nichkhun let himself chuckle at how cute the little boy was, and his curios brown orbs couldn’t help but take a look at what the boy suddenly begun to draw in a small piece of paper. He was drawing and writing, using so many colors, while his chubby face was adorned with such a tender smile that Nichkhun could feel the tenderness invading him just by watching him.

¿How can you feel so warm inside just by the sight of a person you don’t know…?

…¿How can a person you don’t know make you feel so alive?

All the loneliness, all the coldness, all the sadness; every bitter thing goes away when Nichkhun sees him… like if those feelings had never tore his little heart.

  ¿How can it be possible…?

…There must be a reason.

The melodious sound of someone clearing its throat call his attention, making him notice the bright envelope bundle right in front of his eyes. Surprised he looks up, finding that little boy stretching out his arms to him; a timid smile curved on those pink lips again.

Excited, Nichkhun takes the lollipop; noticing the soft touch of paper under his fingertips. His brown eyes open wide at the sight of the little piece, feeling a rush of impatience making him shiver.

Carefully he open the small letter, finding two simple words he had heard a lot today, along all this 19 years… but never, not even ones, he had felt so happy just by the sight of those two little words.

Nichkhun’s joyful eyes pass across the short phrase again and again, reading that adorable ‘happy birthday’ decorated with smiling faces and colorful balloons everywhere, like if it was the first time in 19 years someone had wished him to be happy on this day.

Excitedly he looks up, flashing the most wide and content smile he had ever showed; watching in delight how the little boy’s chubby cheeks colorized with a lovely blush in his tender way of saying ‘you are welcome’

Nichkhun’s bright eyes turn away, reading one more time those words which make his heart beat crazily fast, and then he secretly saves the small letter on the pocket inside his coat.

His attention place itself on the blue sky out the window, feeling the sweet taste of the lollipop invading his mouth and soul without any bitter twinkle of past memories…

…And Nichkhun doesn’t know why, but his pounding heart seems to be pushing him forward.

There, where someone is waiting for him.

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Love…

Uh…

…What a curious thing.

At the sound of the word ‘love´ the most of the people have a content smile paint all over their faces. Talking about love is what the most of the people do since immemorial times… Feeling love is what the most of the people finds completely natural.

The most of the people…

…Not every single one.

His hot breathe meets with the freezing temperature of winter, forming some steam a few inches away from his dried lips. The act repeats itself again and again, as his brown eyes could not turn away from the natural phenomenon while his brain was trying to think hard about why he wasn’t in ‘the most of the people’ who understands love.

A confuse frown slowly forms in his face; he had like a lot of girls along these 19 years, even Victoria was appealing in some moment… ¿But isn’t love much more than just attraction?    

The chemistry between two persons can fade away easily after a hot night if it’s just that, the reaction of jumping hormones... But love… love seems to be something more important.

Something precious…

Something that cannot be end from one day to another. Something that cannot be break with fake lies. Something fragile but at the same time strong… Something that it cannot be seen by all eyes, yet it can be feeling by all hearts.    

Love was a mystery, indeed… and Nichkhun has always be way more than curios and excited to feel it.

¿But how do you know that what you feel is love…?

“I don’t care…” the bold thought cross his mind with confidence. “I know I love him… this have to be love…” and a smile curves in his plump lips.

Because it couldn’t be other thing besides love, ¿right? All those amazingly addicted sensations shaking his whole poor being when he saw that little boy for the first time, it has to be love. All the wonderful major change his boring life had when he got to know that chubby cheek boy it has to be thanks to love…

He body wasn’t cold anymore. He could hear and feel his heart beat all the time. He could smell the sweet perfume of flowers. He could look up at the sky and be amazed by the beautiful firmament… he could laugh and smile like he had never done it before.

His life was his, he was happy; finally…

 And Nichkhun miss him, so much that in some moments he feels the bitter taste of sadness… but then the memory of his smiles comes to his mind and he just can’t wait to see him again in the bus. He can’t wait to talk with him without words, to know him without asking anything, to feel him even in the distant…

…He was in his mind and heart all the time, everywhere and around everyone, Nichkhun just couldn’t stop remembering him and need him like his own heartbeats…

, if that wasn’t love ¿then what was it?

“But… ¿does he love me back…?” the thought can’t help but form in his mind, installing an unpleasant feeling of fear in his happy self.

The frown on his face slowly disappears, and his white perfect teeth bite nervously his bottom lip. His worry brown eyes turn to the window, watching the ones again gray winter sky outside as his heart feel like squeezed by a cold hand of pain…

, if love doesn’t hurt like this ¿then what does it?

The sound of soft footsteps coming in his direction and ending right by his side on the other row across the hall brings his mind out of complicated thoughts, and frees his heart from that painful grip letting it beat anxious because he knows to whom those steps belongs…

…And there’s no one else in this Plant who Nichkhun could want to see right now more than him.

Longing, his brown eyes look up at his right; finding in the tiny space separating them those beautiful black orbs shining like the hided Sun. Automatically an excited smile curves up in his lips, watching in delight how those pouty lips do the same in a shy, adorable grin…

But it’s there, at that wonderful and tender sight that Nichkhun feel like dying… because his tormentors thoughts come back, piercing his heart with the giant and surely possibly idea that the little boy could not feel the same as him.

The smile on his face slowly disappears; leaving reflected on his features the clear expression of sadness his poor, weak heart is being flood with. His brown orbs lose color and spark, looking at those black ones with darken, sorrowful eyes which catch so well how the little boy in front of him looks sad just like him out of nowhere…

…But seeing him like that it hurts Nichkhun like if acid was running through his veins.   

There’s a question those dark eyes are asking in silent, a question he understood when his heavy gaze found the adorably made draw on the windrow besides those beautiful black locks: it was a heart, a broken heart, and an interrogation sign right beside it…

…So simple but at the same time so meaningful.

A soft nod was all what his head did when their glances met in the distant, and the next Nichkhun saw was a yellow Ipod in front of his surprised eyes; with a song ready to be heard. Confuse, his eyebrows raised in a curios expression of wanting an explanation… but all what he got was a timid, yet sweet smile which said it all.

He was disarm against that smile that turn his blood warm in an instant when the coldness of sadness was so strong that it was hard to breathe. He was disarm against that boy whom can read him so well like… like if they knew each other for ages… like if his orbs cloud see his heart just by only looking into his eyes.

It was way off of Nichkhun’s imagination…

…But he loves that idea.

A gentle smile forms in his mouth as he gladly takes the Ipod, feeling the delicious shivering sensation of their skin touching for a mare second. He didn’t miss the tender blush it paint all over those chubby cheeks at the moment their hands brush together, just like he didn’t miss the smile those pink lips showed an instant before his eyes turn away to the mp3 player.

¿Could it be… could it be…?

The headphones anxiously were put on each of his ears, just like then his finger moved quickly hitting the ‘play’ button… and an explosion of powerful drums, melodious guitars and amazing synthesizers burst directly to every single cell of his organism; hearing the excited, optimistic music harmoniously ringing with wonderful lyrics.    

-And if I lost the map

If I lost it all

Or fell into the trap

Then she’d call

‘When you’re tired of racing

And you find you never left the start

Come on baby

Don’t let it break your heart’

Though heavily we bled

Still on we crawl

Try to catch a cannonball

And a slowly burning tide

Through my veins is flowing

From my shipwreck I heard her call

‘When you’re tired of racing

Still you never hit the mark

Even in your rain and shadows

Still we’re never going to part

Come on baby

Don’t let it break your heart’-

The last moments of the song lose between the rapid and excited sound of his heart echoing loudly in his mind and soul; spreading in his body the nice feeling of words singing that he has a chance, that he has to try and fight for it, for him, if he really wants it with all his being…

¿Since when he became so optimistic just by hearing a song…?

Oh, wait, he remembers…

He has changed him…

The big and bright smile comes back to his lips ones the song was over and he could feel that worry glance watching him from the distant. His clear brown eyes anxiously search for those tender ones, smiling even more wide when the adorable color pink on those chubby cheeks burn in an extremely cute red.

Nichkhun let himself smirk at how lovely this little boy can be, and kindly he stretches his arm out, handing him the Ipod back.  He sees with delicate attention how the boy timid comes closer, stretching his white arm to shyly take his Ipod back…

But before the little boy could move away, Nichkhun’s warm hand close around that small and fragile one; feeling him trembling in such an adorable surprised way when his grip become gently tighter… without letting him go.

There were a strong impulse of words wanting to pass through his lips and say all what he had kept inside since the first minute he saw him... but there were something stronger keeping Nichkhun quiet. It was his heart, calmly whispering that it wasn’t time yet.

A confession it’s not something he should take lightly…

He was talking about love, and love is something precious.

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Snow was calmly falling from the grey winter sky, kindly landing above the people who walk outside in the crowd streets; silently piling up on parked cars, decorating the green treetops with its perfectly shining nature…

… Uh, it was just like that first day.

Beautifully white and freezing cold… Nichkhun’s eyes could not move away from that frosted rain coming from the silver clouds, slowly falling in front the clear window and melting little by little in front of his enchanted orbs.

“Is really like that day…” he thinks as a secret sighs slid from his lips, feeling his heart beating inside his ribcage at his mind fly away to older days.

With the annoying noise of Victoria’s voice by his side, his memory takes him back to that first day. More precisely, to that first instant his dull eyes brighten up in a fraction of a second, to that first moment when his cold heart beat strongly, when his body felt warm out of nowhere… just by the sight of that boy.

It was amazingly good the way nothing was like it used to be before that boy appeared in his life. Emotions that were so familiar to him back then, now where just distant nightmares… and unknown feelings like ‘love’ or ‘happiness’ now where the only ones making his heart jump.

He had accepted long time ago, that this little boy had changed him in so great ways… he had also accepted he had fall in love with him… he had understood he have to say it… but two months had pass and not a single word had come out his mouth.

‘Today for sure’ he had thought every single morning with courage as he sat down on his particular spot on the bus; anxiously waiting his arrival, thinking in the perfect words he will say to him in the very moment their eyes meet one more time…

…But every single morning, at that every single moment when his brown impatience orbs locked with those innocent black ones his lips seemed glued; his mind went blank and just an smile was all what he could give him.

Nervousness spread along his skin at the only sound of his footsteps coming closer, stealing his breath and all the gentle words he had thought as days went by. His body started to shakes and his heart beat hectic, making him feel dizzy and lost…

He was scared…

¿Of what…?

Nichkhun honestly doesn’t know…

There were just something holding him back when he was in front of him, when he was about to stand up and sit beside him, when his confession was about to excitedly slid out his mouth and finally reach his heart.

Nichkhun can’t clearly explain how it feels, himself can’t even understand it completely… but it was starting to be annoying, and he doesn’t think he could handle it anymore.

Having all those strong emotions inside his jumping heart was suffocating…

…In some moments it hurts.

“Tomorrow…” he thinks convinced as a small snowflake land in the window and he watch how slowly it melt. “Besides, with Victoria here I can’t say anything…” he sighs heavy, turning his brown eyes to the whining girl at his right.

-¡Yah! ¡It was about time! ¡I’ve been talking alone for hours!- she exclaims  angry, thing which doesn’t really matter to him.

-¿Then why you didn’t go away after the first 5 minutes…?- he wonder boringly, don’t even knowing what that girl was talking about anyways.

-Khun…- she mumbles in such a fake hurt tone. –I want to fix our relationship, ¿how can you ask me to go away?- she wonder unbelieving, her big brown eyes filling with artificial tears.

-Victoria, I broke up with you two months ago, we don’t have any relationship anymore…- Nichkhun tells, in the most gentle tone he can manage to speak.

-¡But I’ve been trying to go back together since then!- Victoria exclaims loudly, making a few pair of estranger eyes set on them.

-There’s no need to yell…- he hiss bother, watching how she rolls her eyes like if she didn’t care. –All I’ve heard from you this past months its why we should keep together, but not even ones in all this times I’ve heard you talking about feelings.- he comment seriously, staring at those big, empty orbs.

-Oh, Khun… ¿you want me to say I love you?- Victoria ask, sounding disgustingly ironic in his ears.

-Of course not, I don’t want you to love me. I’m just saying that you want us to be together just because of your ego… That’s so sad.- he says, shaking his head slowly. –I don’t love you, I won’t come back with you.- he states safely, not wanting to revived those cold days of his past never again.

But Victoria just smiles, at the same time the sound of the door opening call his completely attention, overshadowing her poisonous voice. –Give me another chance, Khun. I promise I’ll make you love me…-

Nichkhun didn’t hear a thing, all his sense where placed on that little silhouette walking quietly in his direction. His lips curled up in a smile when those black eyes meet his brown ones… but it quickly disappeared under a pair of red lips kissing him.

His shocked eyes opened wide at the unpleasant feeling of Victoria’s kiss, and his hands rapidly found their way to her shoulders and pushed her back. His worried gaze place itself on the little boy standing in the tiny hallway… feeling how his heart breaks at the sight of those black eyes filling with small tears.

Things passed fast, like a thunder lighting up and immediately disappearing in the middle of a storm: in a moment he was sitting in the bus in the middle of a uncomfortable and unthinkable situation; and now he was running through the a crow street following him.

-¡Hey! ¡Wait!- Nichkhun screams, seeing those black locks being tousled by the morning wind as he keeps running away from him.

His heart ache strongly painful at the only idea…

 Feeling the cold freezing breeze of winter touching his face, he sees how the little boy enters an empty park; and a calm smile can’t help but form in his lips when he realized the boy’s steps had become slower and probably he was really tired of running by now.

The snow slowly fall upon Nichkhun’s head and shoulders as his feet stop running. His eyes watch in silent how the white snowflakes gently cover his cloths too, as he stood in front of a big, beautiful fountain… just a few steps separating them.

-N-no…- he hears the broke, soft voice of the little boy when he took just one step closer; and his heart couldn’t resist much pain anymore…

With the back of his hand Nichkhun wipes away the last cold kiss of Victoria off his mouth, taking those final steps till his arms wrap tightly around that fragile body and his longingly lips finally lock perfectly with those pink ones.

Call him cheesy, but Nichkhun felt fireworks exploding in his heart when his little boy kissed him back…

It was a tender, sweet caress between their mouths, but for him meant everything… Those soft lips responding his kiss, those small hands tugging his coat and pulling him closer, that small and warm body pressing so tightly against him that it makes his soul trembles in happiness…

Uh, yeah, this definitely was love…

Feeling the burning sensation of lack of oxygen on their lungs, they slowly and without wanting break the sweet bond… They eyes meet in the minimal distant, and Nichkhun quickly falls under the beautiful spell of those bright eyes.

He had never seen such a tender spark…

-No, don’t go… please don’t leave…- he begs and hug him tighter when the little boy moved just an inch away from him.

-I-I wasn’t… i-it’s just… h-hard to breathe…- he mumbles, that adorable timid tone ringing in his mellow voice.

-Oh… I’m sorry…- Nichkhun says somewhat ashamed as his grip loose a little and his hands land on that slim waist. –I… don’t want to let you go…- he whispers secretly, yet with the honest reflect on his orbs as he looks into those shining black ones.

And adorably embarrass color red paint itself on those chubby cheeks after his words. -¿W-why…?- and a soft, nervous question reach his ears after.

It took him a moment to breathe deeply and sigh long, trying to push away that fear off his heart. –Because… I… I…- but words won’t pass through his lips now…

…He was still scared.

-¿Y-you what…?- he wonder, a cute anxious ring echoing in his low voice.

But Nichkhun can’t answer, he can’t find the strength to confess and he feels overwhelmed because of it. ¿Why he can’t say it? His heart is screaming it in every hard beat but his mouth can’t form the words…

…Hell, it hurts.

Feeling desperate and nervous in levels he didn’t knew, he didn’t had a better idea than keep talking like he had been done since the first day they meet...

His hand kindly took that small one and placed it above the left side of his chest, there where his heart was beating insanely fast to be heard.

-T-this is how my heart beats for you…- he manage to say in a slight shaken tone, feeling his cheeks burning in a soft blush.

He sees how those warm black eyes open wide in surprise and how that cute chubby face bright up in a redder color. His hand kindly squeeze tighter that small hand under his, as his eyes could not stop looking into those tender dark ones.

-This is why I don’t want to let you go. You make my heart beat, you make me smile, you make me feel warm, you make me feel so many new things… I’ve never felt this way before… I was so miserable before you but now… now I’m so happy.- he tells with smile on his face, feeling his heart pounding in joy.

-You make me happy… that’s why I need you, that’s why I want you, that’s why I…- he stops as a shiver runs down his spine, feeling a knot of emotions forming on his throat.

-¿T-that’s why you what…?- he mumbles, so cutely nervous.

Nichkhun sighs one more time and squeeze a little bit tighter that smooth hand, bringing their bodies closer till their faces where just tiny inches away… letting him look directly into those black, shy orbs while his lips moves forming words without voice.

-I love you…-

-¿D-do you feel the same…?- he wonders when he feels how the little boy trembles after those three words.

He didn’t say anything- He just stood there with his beautiful timid orbs looking at him and adorable blush cheeks turning into a brighter carmine tone… Till Nichkhun felt that other small hand taking his free one and placing it above his heart.

The crazy jump of that hart under his palm beating harmoniously fast with his own made him sigh with a big smile on his face; feeling all fears and nervousness fading away from his system and leaving just the bubbling happiness impregnating his soul.   

-So you do…- Nichkhun whisper, not wanting to break such a sweet moment with his loud voice.

The cute boy in his arms nods softly, so adorably shy that he couldn’t resist the urge to wrap his arms around him one more time in a tight hug and peck those pouty lips quickly; watching those chubby cheeks heating up instantly.

-You are so cute…- he comment with his big smile, not being able to turn his eyes away from such a tender boy.

-T-that’s because an estranger is k-kissing me…- he says embarrass, lowering his head a little to hide his blush self from those brown, happy orbs.

-Hey, I’m not an estranger, I know a lot about you…- Nichkhun chuckles kindly, finding extremely lovely the way he is playing with the buttons of his coat.

-But… I-I don’t know you name…- he mumbles slightly sad on Nichkhun’s opinion…

…And just by that his heart ached painfully ones again.

-Hey, look at me…- he whispers, taking that fragile chin and kindly lifting his face so their eyes could meet.

A gently smile curves in his lips as his thumb lovingly caress the soft skin under his touch. –I’m Nichkhun…- he simply says, attentively watching how those white teeth sinks under that pouty bottom lip.

-I-I’m Wooyoung…- he whispers back, so low and shy that Nichkhun couldn’t help but smile wider…

…So, so happy.

-Wooyoung…- he repeats, tasting the each letter like if it were the sweetest candy. –I love you Wooyoung…- he confess, without any cold grip of fear in his heart.

Just with the nice sensation of a strong, unbreakable affection spreading in his heart and soul.

He feels how Wooyoung in his arms trembles, finding so cute how shy his little boy is; hearing his mellow voice  saying words that make fireworks explode one more time in him. –I-I love you too… Nichkhun…-

He sees how a tender smile curves in those pouty lips, and he sees how those dark orbs shine brighter than the Sun, than the Moon… than all the starts of all the galaxies of the Universe combine…

It was so beautiful; it was so magical, and so unique…

Slowly he leans closer to his smiling boy, watching how those sparkling eyes looks down to his lips just mare inches away from his pouty ones… till finally their mouth meets again, in a sweet and full of affection kiss that fills them with all those emotions words can’t explain.

Cold snowflakes kept falling from the silver clouds above them, but their skin didn’t felt them at all as the warmth from that mysterious feeling they had for each other protected them for any harm that could come…

It was that precious feeling…

It was love.