In the first two decades of his life, Sehun drifted like an aimless ship, taking in the vastness of the sea with the light-heartedness of freedom. But as the waters turned into thick black ink every night, his heart wavered with insecurity – longing to be anchored.

For a long time, Luhan’s life was frustratingly stable. Like a rock on the edge of the sea, he watched as the waters moved recklessly and hurled themselves against everything and be thrown about meaninglessly. He was thankful to be rooted. But with every cool wash the sea brought to him, his heart wavered with eagerness – longing to be free.