He squeezes his eyes shut and just drowns in Woohyun's presence: drowns in his taste, scent, warmth. He drowns in Woohyun. And he never wants to stop drowning. Not now, not ever.

She glances down at the palm of her hand for a prompt. “What about back in Korea, do you have anyone waiting for you, cheering you on?” “I mean other than my Mum and my Brother? Not really, most of my friends are in the entertainment business themselves and have been quite busy with their own schedules and projects, so I don’t blame them for being busy. I fully understand the stress of juggling your private life, social life, and working life.” Woohyun’s satisfied with his answer.

Their eyes connect and they stop. They stop right in the middle of the busy street. A man shoves harshly past Woohyun, shoulder against shoulder but he doesn’t move. He keeps eye contact with the man in front of him. Sunggyu’s shoved forward by a woman talking hastily on the phone. Woohyun reaches out and catches him. Their eyes never leave one and other. “Hey.” Sunggyu whispers, voice distant, like he’s lost in the stormy sea that is his past lover’s co