Kyungsoo’s fingertips brushed against Jongin’s pink plump lips slowly, eyes daring one another to make the first move. It was strange, really, though it was a good kind of strange. It was the kind of strange that gave your tummy a weird sensation.

The kinds of strange that make your lips curl up into a cheesy smile, the kind of strange known as love. Unrequited love.

The kind of love Do Kyungsoo would never be able to express to the art standing before him. The kind of love that would send their confusing relationship crashing to the ground, shattering both Do Kyungsoo himself and both of their futures together in one go.

He wasn’t going to risk it, he couldn’t risk it, and with that thought, he slowly let his hand go limp, returning to its earlier position on his sides, smiling bitterly.

His eyes were tracing Jongin’s features, fighting the urge to caress his soft skin.

Jongin stared into Kyungsoo’s eyes with an unreadable expression.

‘’Merry Christmas, Kim Jongin’’

I love you.