They walked among the guests, around the dancers, almost captivated by each other. Neither noticed the other glancing at them slyly as they talked... They talked about everything, and nothing at the same time, filling up the silence of the field away from the wedding, away from the fairylights and candles. There was something about weddings that made them seem timeless, Minghao thought. But maybe that was because he’d never have one.

Watching them hurt. It tugged upon the roots spiralling down his lungs. It hurt more than the nights he was kept up hacking up the roses, lavender and pink and blue, with blood staining them, tainting their meanings into pain and suffering.

His first kiss had been in the dark, at a party. He didn't know who it had been with, and never thought he would know.

A dim room. Two boys sleeping, a third awake. 

Seungcheol was watching Jisoo cutting a customer's hair, when a tearful man burst into their shop. Seungcheol and Jisoo have been together for four years, but they've never met someone like Jeonghan before. 

Minghao is always there when Junhui needs him, which is most of the time