Jinki swore everything was perfect.

Changsun's grip on his hand never faltered as they both ran up the pale, grassy hill, blanketed with dandelions and little flowers. When they reached the top Jinki lost his breath. No matter how many times Changsun brought him here, to the top of this hill overlooking a glassy lake near a quaint park, Jinki was always stunned.

Changsun tugged his hand and grinned at him. Jinki beamed back, his eyes turning into dark crescents, glittering happily. Changsun leaned down and stole a quick, sweet kiss before smiling again and hurriedly wobbling down the other side of the hill with him.

And Jinki was absolutely sure that everything was perfect.