“Jongin Kim, for the last time stand up straight, hands out of your pocket and put your hands together like this, see? Much better”

Jongin didn’t see the point in putting his hands together and walking up to the altar for a weird old man to pat him on the head and tell him how he was one of God’s special little children. He especially didn’t see the point in his mother putting an itchy suit on him to receive his holy communion, he tugged at the straw coloured suit all day.

“Jongin, you’re going to walk up the aisle to the altar with Kyungsoo, is that alright?” Jongin squared up his teacher, “But he’s the NEW kid! I wanted to walk with Sehun” he tugged on the sleeves to his suit as his teacher patted him on the head, “Be nice Jongin, you two have to walk up next”.

Jongin can remember laying eyes on the small and nervous Kyungsoo, in his little black and white suit and shiny new shoes. He didn’t realise it yet but walking up the aisle with Kyungsoo that day would be something he would want to repeat again in the future, he just didn’t know how or when.