Maybe a white lie protects him, but does it do more harm than good?

“Hey.” Kyungsoo greets softly, smiling blissfully up at the tan boy and his thumb against his cheekbone.

The tan boy says nothing, but watches him carefully, unspoken emotions hidden behind brown irises.

They stay like this for the rest of the night, settling down in each other’s presence, letting the comfortable silence speak for their love.