“Anything.” Namsoon replied, unable to hold the baby tears that were beginning to puddle in his eyes from the dwelling feeling inside of him. “I just want to make something out of us again.” He exhaled a swift breath, one he had not noticed that he was holding, as his eyes began to shade in very light red.

Heungsoo breathed out a flow of carbon dioxide thought his nostrils as he thought about the idea. He stepped forward, closer towards the other student, and lifted his hand, using his thumb to wipe away a stray tear that had escaped from Namsoon’s eye and traveled down his cheek. “Alright.” He said, making the other look back up at him. “I’ll come over, you stupid punk.”