Jonghyun was never the one to show his feelings. He wanted to be seen as a strong guy better than the emotional type. Explaining feelings with his fists seemed to be more attractive for him. But inside, he was still the sensitive person, who felt the huge urge to take care of a patient met at the hospital. 

  Jonghyun had never actually changed – his hands were still the warmest hands he had ever touched (even if there were not that many he actually had), fingers short and grip tight, like a real man he was. It was beyond him how much they were different, yet fitting like puzzles, his long, slender fingers perfectly intertwining with those thick of Jonghyun. He could praise that hold to all the gods of the earth, to everyone who might have list