The photo of the three of us with our arms around each other—tousled hair, flushed cheeks and bright eyes—was my favourite. I traced the wide smiles wistfully, remembering how I had fallen down right after that and cut my knee open. Jongin had helped me stick on a cartoon Band-Aid he had been saving, and Sehun had given me his favourite toy to comfort me. Both of them always gave to me freely, generously, without much thought.