He's very beautiful, Wonshik thinks, with his straight nose and poised small mouth. His angular eyes are guarded, holding back secrets and masking emotions. Wonshik leans forward to look as closely at the man's cagey eyes as he can, wondering what exactly they might be hiding. 

Wonshik catches a glimpse of himself in the mirrors-- hunched and draped in dingy grey sweatshirt knit. He almost can’t bear to see himself, but his inner voice tells him to it up and brush off and get up to go home. (previously titled "Masque")

If Taekwoon's eyes are abysses, Taekwoon's hand around Wonshik's is the edge of the cliff. Wonshik can feel a million heartbeats. The night is falling around them like a gauze over their eyes, making movements fumble. Wonshik continues to walk the cliff's edge. "Where are we going?"

Taekwoon only continues to smirk, and sets down his empty glass before getting up from the bar and wandering away into the crowded pub.

(( body horror )) Sanghyuk is screaming but there's no sound, there's no breath in his lungs, there's too much oxygen, the air is too heavy. Sanghyuk looks in the mirror again and finally he's looking back, ashen. Touches his face on the mirror. "What's happening?"  

Partner to "Fine China" -- He's clutching his phone in one hand, open to his texts from Hongbin, and in Jaehwan's other hand is a bouquet of flowers from the hospital gift shop—Jaehwan doesn't realize he's tapping the bouquet nervously against his leg as he searches for Hongbin's room, leaving a sparse trail of yellow flower petals behind himself.  

The stars look like sea foam—the sea foam looks like stars. 

Sequel to "Fine China" -- Taekwoon smiles even though it hurts, and pulls him a little closer by the collar, pressing their lips sweetly together. 

"I want to be Zitao," ZT-5 says aloud. 

Joonmyun's boring bookstore job gets a little spicier when someone hurdles right at him in the self-help section.

He padded into his ivory kitchen and looked into the empty fridge out of habit, then put a pot of water on to boil, staring blankly at the electric cooking range. What am I doing with my life? He thought, putting his palms on the edge of the counter and hunching his shoulders.

Baekhyun sang along loudly to the old lounge tune, belting the lyrics out the window while Chanyeol laughed, and soon Baekhyun turned off onto a dark side road, parking at its dead end and turning on the cabin light. "Do you like to swim?" Baekhyun asked mischievously.

Kris decided a long time ago that it was a little bit fairytale. Throwing rocks at his lover's window so they could meet at night. He poked around on the ground for a nice sized pebble, and chucked it at the second-story window. It ricocheted off the glass with a tiny tak and suddenly everything seemed right to Kris, as though everything in his world fell into place at that moment.