There’s something that I’ve always wanted to say to you. Something that you’ll never know.

Joonmyun has a problem, and only Jongdae can fix it. AKA Jongdae making useless innuendoes and Joonmyun cursing him out while getting judged by moms.

Joonmyun hates not being taken seriously.

Coffee. It is the color of your hair, a deep brown that cascades in light waves over your shoulders and down your back. It is coffee without cream, nearly black, but holds more warmth then flat black ever could. Chocolate. It is the color of your eyes, a shade or two lighter than your hair. Dark chocolate, perhaps one of a high quantity of cacao. They, too, are warm, and disappear in crescents when you smile. Cream. It is the color of your skin,

To you, he would always be number 218—the boy with the charming smile who sang like perfection itself.