He already knows that the only one who’s brave enough to deal with his mental breakdowns is Junmyeon and he whimpers and grabs the older’s hands in a death grip, feeling his entire body shaking. 

Because it’s all clearer now; he’s Zhang Yixing and Zhang Yixing means nothing without Kim Junmyeon next to him, nothing at all.

Junmyeon never really payed attention to the seasons, and it wasn’t his job anyway.

It’s not until 11PM that Junmyeon notices that Yixing’s not there.

Zhang Yixing is made out of light and freedom and birds spreading their wings and flying away; it’s Junmyeon’s job to sit there and admire that about his husband, because he knows that he himself is made out of metal and salty ocean water, and those things are not even close to being as perfect as Zhang Yixing.

Junmyeon’s not really good with words, but he knows his lips finish his stories for him, and he knows that Yixing understands. He always does.

Sometimes, you need to have someone with the ability to see things that you consider to be out of sight.

Junmyeon has never been more proud in his entire life.

Junmyeon is spring. Wufan is autumn.