The tanned man was always the mature one, the one who was apathetic towards everything and everyone. All, but two things-Oh Sehun and bubbles. Even now, it intrigued the younger man no end, the childish fascination Jongin had with bubbles. Something so simple allowed the man’s cold side melt to his juvenile side. Perhaps it was because of the lack of childhood he had. Perhaps the icy Jongin was a softie at heart. Whatever it was, Sehun wanted to feel what it would be like to be one of those bubbles Jongin was so spellbound by.