And while Myungsoo, like most of those awkwardly budding into adulthood, didn’t know what to make of his sudden allotting of free time, he thought he’d simply enjoy the season and its ephemerality. Afterall, unlike past years, September 22nd would be the last day of summer. Ever.

They're supposed to fall in love in ten days. 

He holds him tight, whispering soft words into a warm neck, as if terrified the other would leave him if he let go. And Sungjong thinks it's a useless gesture, because from the beginning, he never really had a choice. He could never leave Myungsoo, even if he wanted—not really. And Sungjong thinks, perhaps, that that's even scarier.