Small, light breezes caressed his darkish hair, causing his cold, indifferent expression to fall into a tiny smile. Finally. He had finally arrived.     "The sound of your breath, I can't forget you..."      

“Do you still think of her?”        

"Ani, you can't leave. Not you too... I can't bear it. I won't bear it."   "Life and death is not determined by me, Chanyeol. But... I'll still fight while I still can, I promise."   "No

      Everything's going the way you want it to be, meaning for you, everything's just about perfect.  Your dreams hanging from your fingertips, allowing you to have the tiniest amount of control over them, so that they don't,