The sun blazes over the ground, drying and evaporating. The water vapour rises, drifting lazily in its upward dance towards the sky. Jongdae stares at it and thinks that if steps out into it, that maybe, he might burn.

"Want to bring me to where you've gone?"

Jongdae turns and smiles at Yixing. The other man looks sleepy, as if he's just woken up and draped clothes on to be decent. But he's always like that if Jongdae doesn't dress him properly.

Jongdae holds out his hand. "It's nowhere interesting, but as long as you're willing to come with me."

Their hands are clasped tight as they step out into the sun together.