Yongguk was never a person of much spoken words, and Himchan knew that better than anyone else. Yet, whenever night fell but his eyelids couldn’t, he was always drawn to the company of Yongguk, even if he had the freedom to choose other conversation partners.

The night sky ahead of them was a dark, blank canvas; the stars had been prohibited from sight, by the fierce lights of Seoul. With a bottle of soju in hand, Yongguk was (not very much) an attentive audience to Himchan’s rants.

Currently Himchan was ranting on about how one of his closest friends from university was getting married in a few weeks, despite her denial about being in a serious relationship, when Himchan had asked her some time ago. Yongguk was confused, he was pretty sure the man next to him was talking about electric stoves just a moment ago.

It was hard to pay attention when Himchan talked like that. When he got like that, rather than having the audience understand his words, he just needed to pour out pent-up frustrations in him—and Yongguk understood that very well. Being unable to catch up, as his attention was mainly focused on his bandmate’s physical appearance and the booze was doing its job, he let his thoughts drift away to his affection for Himchan instead.

It was the easiest thing in the world to stare at Himchan. He was really, really beautiful. With the light from a lamp post nearby, his features appeared sharp and with every change of his expressions as he talked, he looked like the most appealing being on earth at the moment. His lips kept moving as he spoke, those rosy yet slightly chapped lips…they held the ability to lure anyone close.

“Bbang,” Himchan called suddenly, frowning at the said man and snapping him out of his thoughts, “Are you listening to me at all, Bbang?”

Yongguk, realizing that he had been leaning closer and closer to the younger man, only gave a grunt in response.

“So, I was saying, I didn’t think she’d get married so early,” He mumbled, gazing out