"Restricted happiness is better than freedom of solitude."

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Himchan lets himself daydream about Yongguk, because daydreams don't hurt.

      Daydreams about him are like summer thunderstorms and ice cold lemonade. They are like flannel pajamas and hot chocolate, a favorite song on the radio and every smile he has ever known. They are cotton candy and scarlet lipstick, comprised of airy, fluffy innocence, bubblegum scented and sweet enough for toothaches. They are silk strands of thought braided together to form a safety net within his mind.

      Daydreams don't hurt. Reality does.