Jongin could remember the first rime he'd set eyes on Kyungsoo. The smell of alcohol and sweat and smoke was still there, right on the edge of his memory and ready to be recalled at a moment's whim. He rolled over in he bed, watching the play of the moonlight as it cast black shadows and flickering silver on Kyungsoo's peaceful face.

He could remember the first words they'd spoken to each other as well.