If one, settling a pillow by her head,

Should say: 'That is not what I meant at all.

That is not it, at all.'

Jongdae watches Kyunsoo's sunlit smile under the eaves of spring. 

He doesn't feel butterflies; he feels blank.

"...Nevermind."

The moments when Jongdae grasps at and where Kyungsoo is not found.

If Jongdae grasped at all.