It is a slow morning and Jinwoo doesn't have to rush - and Minho doesn't want him to go. 

Minho finds the man playing the piano fascinating.

It is time to come back home. 

A very little something. 

He is doomed, and he is done with this pretence they are playing - he is done being his toy.

He loves him the way he is, perfect in his own imperfection, even when the doubts come in and he can't see the worth he holds - he loves him still. 

일낼라 - Illella: doing something great. 

Minho wants to know Jinwoo's opinion regarding his Chippy's art.   

Minho is an art teacher and Jinwoo is just trying to paint - Minho doesn't think he is useless, though he might be. 

Just Minho and Jinwoo going for a ride.

There is only one effective way to shut him up. 

Love feels like Novermber in April. Rare, splendit, radiant, like being completed.