*写一点东西

It’s calming, in a sense. The road looks like it could go on forever with no end in sight. Literally. How long has he been driving? For some reason, his gas level stopped going down about two hours ago; with the tank perpetually half full and the sun nearly setting, he’s still driving. The sun’s been in that position for a while now, too, never really sinking. There’s someone talking to him through the car radio. He’s sure o

Jeonghan hates it. It’s the ugliest sweater in the whole world. But he will never tell him that.

He looks at the stranger and offers the smile he could not help anymore. “Isn’t everything both and nothing at the same time?”

“You’re flirting with the devil Joshua.”

Jeonghan pulled the camera away from his face, looking down at what he just took. It was good. But most of his pictures were. And all of his photos of Joshua were perfect, because Joshua was perfect. He’d gag but love made him soppy. So much so that he spouted romantic, cheesy things on a daily basis. It had their friends vomiting and screaming mercy. Especially since Jeonghan had savagely taken down each and every one of them for being cheesy at one point. But here he was saying Joshua was p

Joshua smiled. “A baby. We’re going to have a baby.”